Chapter 1

It was time for Scott to leave hospital and return to the bosom of his family. He would have to return for an outpatient appointment in 6 weeks time and Nurse Sinclair told him that in the meantime he should telephone the number on his discharge paper if he was at all worried about his health. “I will,” he promised Katie Sinclair. Scott made no attempt to undress his favourite nurse. She was lovely as she was in her blue scrubs. Besides, it seemed unfair to take advantage when she had been so nice to him. Katie gave him a little peck on the cheek and squeezed his hand. “You take care on that bike of yours Scott. You’ve been a good patient, but I’d just as soon not see you on the ward again.”

Mrs Riley came to collect her son and drive him home. On their way out of the hospital they passed a café and a branch of W.H. Smith in the atrium. “Hey Mum, can you lend me a fiver. I’ll return it when we get home.”

“What do you need it for?

“I’d like to buy Nurse Sinclair some chocolates. A thank you gift.”

“Oh well Scott I think that’s a very nice thing to do. Here take this.” She handed Scott a ten-pound note. “Get a card too. We’ll write it here and you can take it back to the ward.”

A few minutes later Scott dashed back with his gift. At his mum’s suggestion he made the card out to all the staff on the ward. Dr Grayson was in conversation with Katie as he handed them the card and chocolates. “Thanks for looking after me,”.

“Aaw, that’s lovely Scott. Thank you for the Chocs and the card. We’ll pin that up on the notice board.”

Scott turned to go but despite his good intentions the temptation was just too much. He had not yet seen Susan Grayson in her underwear. He just had to remedy that omission before he left. Dr Grayson was wearing delicate matching underwear in a pale lemon colour. He had noticed one disadvantage of his gift was that although he saw the bare flesh under clothes, he could not eliminate the constraining effect of clothing. In particular tight-fitting brassieres tended to flatten the breasts and nipples and underwiring left distinct marks in the flesh. Scott was pleased to see that the delicate texture of Dr Grayson’s bra had a minimal effect and he could see the full roundness of her breasts and the tautness of her brown nipples. Scott swallowed hard. As he left the ward Susan Grayson turned to Katie. “He’s a nice kid, Katie but when he looks at me, he seems to be undressing me with his eyes. Somehow I don’t think he has got past that fantasy he had of seeing us nude.”

“Oh, that’s just teenage lads for you, Susan. I’ve got a brother his age. They’re all the same.”

Scott felt a warm glow as he went back to join his mum. His stay in hospital had been a real eye-opener. Scott smiled at the pun. Yes, it certainly had been a real eye opener.

As his mother drove them home, Scott soon realised, as he looked out of the car window, that a sea of nudity was not an edifying sight. Lots of wobbly flesh was not attractive at all. It was much more effective to select a particular target, like a bomb aimer in a Lancaster. As mum approached some traffic lights, A young woman jogged past on the inside. She had ear plugs in listening to music from her mobile phone as she jogged along. She wore a pair of red shorts and a black tee shirt. Muscles rippled in her long, tanned legs. Her panties, Scott soon learned, were in a green and black camouflage pattern. They may well have been the type you could buy from an army surplus store. Her buttocks were powerful and sinewy. Scott could imagine Josh Stoddard saying “I bet she could crack walnuts between the cheeks of her arse.” The mobile phone which was providing her musical accompaniment floated absurdly on her bare thigh. As the traffic moved on again, they passed the muscular jogger. Scott looked round over his shoulder and denuded her. Her breasts were almost non existent and what bust she had was flattened by the sports bra she had on. Scott noticed another technical flaw in his X-Ray vision at that point. He tried catching a glimpse of her in the mirror on the passenger door. He couldn’t undress her, or anyone else for that matter, in the mirror. He thought about some half forgotten physics lesson about images. Something about images in mirrors are not true images. Scott had been hoping to undress his favourite weather presenter on TV. She was a gorgeous blond with an almost boyish figure. He quickly realised the same rule would apply. In order to undress people, he had to be there in person. He would have to try to get into the studio audience somehow if he was to see any TV personalities in the nude.

By far the most entertaining denuding he tried on the journey home was when they had to stop at some temporary road works. The female police officer at the scene was in Scott’s crosshairs. Her knife proof patrol vest resisted attempts by Scott to strip it. Evidently it was proof against X-Ray vision as well as knives. So, Scott had to leave it in place along with her belt which carried handcuffs and other accoutrements. The vision of the female constable in patrol vest, handcuffs dangling on her naked thighs, uniform headgear and boots without pants was really very appealing. The patrol vest was short enough to display the round globes of her behind and the patch of dark hair at the front.

So that’s why they call them ‘The Fuzz.” Quite an arresting sight! Scott chuckled out loud at his own impromptu wit. “What are you laughing at Scott?”

“Oh, nothing Mum. Just happy to be going home.”

They arrived home just as Scott’s sister Lily had arrived home from school. At 17, going on 18, she was in her final year. She was wearing her blue school skirt and a white blouse with a tie that was fastened in a loose knot and the top two buttons of her blouse undone. She had rolled the waist band of her skirt over so that the hem was several inches above the knee. This seemed to be a style much favoured by many of the girls in defiance of the school rules. Scott would be willing to bet that his sister was not wearing sensible underwear as demanded by both school and parents. Scott soon confirmed his suspicions. Lily was wearing the most outrageously tiny mauve bikini pants. So revealing were they that further investigation would have been superfluous.

As the day of his discharge from hospital was a Friday, Scott was to have two days at home before starting back at school. In fact, Scott was looking forward to getting back to school. To be precise he was eagerly anticipating undressing all the girls in his class. The first evening he was back home, his best friend, Jason Perry called round to see him. They went up to Scott’s room to get out of the way of the rest of the family. Perhaps unwisely, Scott decided to tell his friend about his newly acquired skill. “So, you’re telling me that you woke up and thought everyone was nude?”

“What I’m saying, Jason, is that I could see through their clothes. It was as if they were nude.”

Jason looked at his friend incredulously. Then he grinned. “You’re pulling my plonker aren’t you? This is one of your daft jokes. It would be good if you could do that though. Think of all the fucking possibilities. You’d be walking round with a permanent hard-on. You’d need plastic surgery to get the smile off your face.”

Scott listened patiently to Jason’s derisive remarks. “Jason, I’m serious. I’m telling you, I can see right though clothes. No kidding.”

“Yeah right! I once bought a pair of so-called X-Ray spectacles from the joke shop. Effing rubbish.”

Scott was beginning to feel irritated at Jason’s disbelief. “I’m telling you Jason I can see through clothes. Why just an hour ago I saw through my sister’s skirt. She was wearing mauve knickers.”

“Big deal! I could have told you that. Lily’s skirt is so short, I reckon half the school knows that.”

“You’re a fucking perv, Perry. Looking up my sister’s skirt.”

“So, I’m the perv? Well I’m not the one who fantasies he’s got fucking X-Ray vision.”

Jason Perry stomped out of the room. Scott’s parting shot was “How’s this for proof? You’ve got your nerdy Spider-Man underpants on. What a dick head!” But Jason was halfway down the stairs and wasn’t listening.

The following day, Saturday, Mrs Riley had some shopping to do and Lily had a hockey match at the school playing fields. Scott brightened up at the prospect, visualising two teams of nubile girls, chasing up and down the field in the nude. That would definitely be a sight to see. “I’ll come with you and watch the match Lil.” Lily looked suspiciously at her brother. “You don’t usually come to watch. Why now?”

“I just Er, thought a bit of fresh air might do me good,” offered Scott lamely.”

Mrs Riley interrupted. “Scott, I don’t want you going out today. It’s your first day out of hospital.”

“Oh Mum, but...”

“No buts, Scott. You’ll stay at home today. As Lily is going to be out as well, I have asked your Auntie Gwendoline to call by and make sure you’re OK. Just keep the place tidy. Gwen always has her home neat and tidy. But then she doesn’t have any kids at home.”

“Oh Mum, I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Well she’s coming and that’s that.”

Scott, left to his own devices, headed up to his room to play on his X-Box, fuming that here he was, the only dude in town with X-Ray vision and he was grounded. As he reached over to pick up the console for games he happened to look out of the window. His next-door neighbour, Robyn Barclay was dead-heading her rose bushes. Robyn was well into her thirties, but in very fit condition. Her gardening wearr was a simple T shirt and jeans. Robyn together with her daughter, Millie, had a keep-fit regime involving Zumba dance and yoga. Scott immediately brightened up. He adjusted the vertical blinds a little to afford him a good view without revealing himself. Robyn wore a pair of heavy garden gloves to hold her secateurs. Scott decided she would be allowed to keep those on as he undressed her. Not bad, not bad at all for an older woman. He categorised Robyn as a MILF, even though he wasn’t quite sure what the term meant. Robyn looked fetching dressed only in her gardening gloves and a pair of Scandinavian green clogs. It is amazing how erotic a few simple items adorning an otherwise naked woman could be so erotic. Scott stripped Robyn of her t shirt and swallowed hard as he realised that she wore no bra, so her breasts moved naturally as Robyn moved around her rose bushes. As he gazed down on the woman, who was about the same age as his own mother, her daughter, wearing shorts and t shirt came into sight bearing a skipping rope. Things really are looking up thought Scott as he ogled Millie, wearing only trainers, started skipping. Millie’s breasts were quite a bit larger than Robyn’s and had she been really nude they would have bounced up and down as she skipped. As it was her bra supported the gorgeous orbs. Her nipples were flattened and the underwiring of her bra left a deep mark under her breasts. Happily the view of her crotch was much clearer. Millie had her pubic area shaved clean and the skipping revealed intriguing glimpses of her teenage slit. Her mother, on the other hand had a pretty patch of trimmed fair hair on her pubic mound. Then she changed position by turning a little. Oh my, how her lovely behind bounced as she skipped. The iPhone, from which Millie was never parted from, adorned her bare bottom.

This was too much. Scott hadn’t had a wank all the time he had been in hospital even though his adolescent body was over stimulated by all the naked female flesh that had surrounded him. Breathing heavily Scott unzipped his jeans, fumbled in the opening in his underpants and released his small, but fully erect penis. It felt like heaven to be able to stroke his penis while taking in the wonderful sight of the naked mother and daughter in the neighbouring garden. Scott tried hard to delay his orgasm, wanting his wank to last as long as the two women were out there in the garden. He stopped stroking a couple of times to delay things and it was going well, until Robyn bent over to pick up something from the ground. The sight between Robyn’s thighs with a hint of her mature womanhood was too much. “Oh Fuck.” He cried out aloud as he ejaculated.