Chapter 1

It was a typical English summer's day; in other words it was raining, as usual. Being summer the rain was not too heavy and was quite warm. It was ideal weather for football (for those of you across the pond I mean proper football played with the foot i.e. soccer). I was on my round to my mate Doug for a prearranged kick about. It was early Saturday morning, about 8:30 when I knocked at his door. It seemed an age before his mother finally opened the door.

'He's gone fishing for the weekend with his dad, ' she said, rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up.

She'd obviously still been in bed when I knocked. I knew Doug's parents had split up and that he now rarely saw his dad. Because we had arranged our morning game only yesterday evening I was a bit surprised at his change of plan. This obviously showed on my face because his mother added, 'It was only arranged last night when his father's work plans were cancelled.'

'Oh!' was my only comment, as I turned round to go.

I was a couple of steps down the path when his mother called me back. 'I don't suppose you fancy giving me a hand moving some furniture do you as I intend to decorate my bedroom this weekend.'

To be honest I didn't fancy it at all but it was the middle of our long summer holidays. I'd run out of ideas of things to do. With virtually all of my mates away with their parents somewhere I now had little else to do; plus Mrs. Byrne was one of the nice mums and she had always looked after her son's friends, so I nodded my fifteen-year-old head and said, 'Yeah OK!'

Mrs. Byrne laughed and said, 'I like the enthusiasm. Come in and I'll get you some biscuits.'

With that she turned round and walked off towards the kitchen leaving me to shut the door and follow her. Kicking off my football boots I followed her, my disappointment lifting as I saw her from the back. She was wearing a silk or silk like dressing gown. From the front with her arms holding it tightly shut I hadn't noticed anything but now that tightness just emphasized her figure, especially her arse. Its shape was clearly defined and to my very uneducated eye she wore nothing under it. Mrs. Byrne did not look old like most of the mums I knew, including mine, but looked more like Doug's big sister than his mum. The fact that she was younger added to the fact she was the only mum I knew that actually had a figure. I'd never before noticed how good a figure but then I'd never seen her like this before. Like most teenagers, sex was a subject rarely far from my mind, but I can honestly say, up until then none of my mate's mothers had ever figured in my many fantasies. Again along with 99% of other teenagers we talked and talked about it, what we would like to do and who to and surprisingly enough mothers didn't once crop up in the "who to" category.

I followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She passed me the biscuit barrel and told me to help myself and asked if I wanted a drink as she was making herself a cup of tea. I declined with a shake of the head, not trusting myself to speak after such weird thoughts. I was beginning to get over those thoughts when she went to the fridge and leaned over to get some milk. Her gown clung tightly to the contours of her body, clearly displaying the taut cheeks of her arse and strongly hinting at the crack between those cheeks. This time I felt my cock stir. Now I had a problem, dressed to play football all I had on was my Liverpool FC top and an old pair of loose cotton shorts with nothing under them. Therefore any arousal would be near impossible to hide. Fortunately I was still sitting at the table so I swung my legs under it. I watched this newly interesting woman make her drink and come to sit opposite me at the table. Because her hands were now occupied with her drink her robe was no longer held in place with anything other than a belt. Although tightly fastened around her waist, the top now formed a distinctive V shape pointing to her covered but no longer hidden breasts. Their shape and size were clearly defined. My lack of knowledge prevented my from accurate comparisons but the strong thought of 'A nice handful' crossed my mind. Again this thought had its effect on my already twitching cock. Some inane conversation followed, the subject of which is forever lost to my memory, before Mrs. Byrne stood up saying she should go and get properly dressed.

Thankful that she had gone without noticing by errant member I decided I needed to go to the bathroom and make myself less noticeable. I then crept quietly upstairs to the bathroom. Reaching the top of the stairs I noticed that a bedroom door was slightly open. There were only three doors on the landing and I knew from past visits, which was Doug's and which was the bathroom. The open one was the third door. My first thought was to return downstairs and wait, but the winning one said try to look in without being noticed. As I was standing about four steps from the top and the view through the open portion covered about the middle third of the room (to say nothing about being scared to move) I stayed where I was. A few moments later I was rewarded with a view that is still with me today. Mrs. Byrne walked from the right side of the room to the left. She was completely naked! My view was from the back and from her left side. A very brief glimpse of the side of her breast and to this day I can't make my mind up whether or not her nipple was visible, was followed by a full view of her naked arse. It was the first naked woman I had ever seen and bettered all my expectations. She bent slightly to pick up some hidden object leaving just that glorious arse in view before quickly turning round and returning to the right of the room. She turned to her right thus denying me a full frontal view but also eliminating the chance of been seen. Quickly I returned to the kitchen table, now sporting a full erection. I tried to conjure up any image I could think of to get my erection to subside all to no avail. My imagination could not overrule reality, not when reality was that good.

Mrs. Byrne came back into the kitchen dressed for work in jeans and a tee shirt. She looked in my direction no gave no hint that she was aware of my predicament. 'Come on then, ' she said and returned upstairs again expecting me to follow, which of course I did. I got to her room and was told, 'Go and make some space in Doug's room so I've got somewhere to move my wardrobe and dresser.' Glad to be out of her sight I readily agreed, hoping that a bit of hard work will help my erection go down.

'Ok Mrs. Byrne, ' I said.

Half an hour later I had accomplished both tasks, enough room for the required furniture and one flaccid dick. I returned to the master bedroom calling, 'Ok Mrs. Byrne there's room now.'

'I'm not struck on being called Mrs. Byrne, it makes me feel old, which I'm not before you say anything, ' she said breaking into a smile, 'call me Sue.'

'Ok Mrs. Byrne, sorry Sue, ' I replied and then carried on before I realised what I was saying, 'and I certainly don't think you look old.'

This made her laugh and laughter made her look even younger. 'And what do you think I look like?'

A picture of her naked crossing this very room I was now in sprung to mind, I blushed, both at the question and at my mental image. I stammered the my answer, 'I don't know but certainly not old.'

She was obviously enjoying my embarrassment. 'You don't know? Is that good or bad?' she asked. Fortunately the embarrassment meant I was not thinking about my cock and had yet managed to avoid even more embarrassment by getting a hard on.

'Good of course! You look very good, ' I continued digging myself into an even bigger hole.

'Very good; dressed like this?' she smiled. A moment later her eyes lit up, 'I surely don't compare with all the pretty young girls at school.' She added teasingly. I did not know it then but she clicked that I was talking about her in the dressing gown. She was obviously aware of what her body could do to the so-called stronger sex. Like I had not considered her sexually, she had not considered me. Again unknown to me at the time but that moment signified a change in her attitude. Fortunately she didn't give me time to answer, not that my brain could have found a suitable one. 'Anyway, enough of this banter, we've work to do.'

That put me in my place so I shut up and waited to be told what to do.

'I've emptied the wardrobe, ' she said, nodding in the direction of a pile of clothes lying on the bed, 'so let's get that moved first.'

We struggled for a good twenty minutes moving the wardrobe from one room to the other. Next job was the dresser, which we decided would be easier if we took the drawers out first. Sue took the top drawer through as I finished positioning the wardrobe. A couple of steps into Doug's room and Sue slipped spilling the drawer's contents over the floor. 'Give me a hand to pick these up will you?' she asked. Without thinking a knelt down to pick up the garments only to discover that it was obviously Sue's underwear drawer and the floor was littered with frilly bras and panties. Taking a deep breath I started picking up her underwear, trying hard not to register my pleasure at feeling such intimate items. Again I left myself wide open when I paused holding a pair of lace panties, so sheer and so tiny that they could not possibly hide anything.

'I see you've found my favourite knickers, ' Sue said, 'don't leave much to the imagination do they?'

Actually they did a lot for the imagination, at least mine as I tried to imagine Sue wearing them. The resultant erection was not difficult to foresee. This time Sue did notice but chose to smile and ignore it by getting up and going to get the rest of the drawers. Up until this point I had managed to avoid actually touching my cock but with Sue out the room and me holding her flimsy panties and an erection I could not resist rubbing my cock with the panties before reluctantly putting them back in the drawer.

'David. Can you come here a second, ' Sue cried from the other room.

I picked up the last of the spilled underwear and strolled into Sue's bedroom. She was on the phone, which I'd failed to hear ring, and said, 'I've got to pop out for a short while. Can you manage the rest on your own?'

'No problem, ' I replied.

'Right, I think I'd better get out of these filthy clothes and just take a quick shower, ' she said and walked into the bathroom. A few moments later I heard the shower. Once again my imagination, sparked by the previous glimpse of Sue's naked body, went into overdrive. My erection was now nearly permanent and I was amazed Sue hadn't said anything. I was also surprised how quickly I changed from thinking of her as Mrs. Byrne, a mate's mum, to Sue, a sexy woman. I heard the bathroom door open and Sue shout, 'Will you pass me that black dress lying on the bed... Oh! And some underwear. I forgot, I can't use my bedroom.'

I'd already noticed the dress when she'd added the bit about underwear. I picked up the dress and went to Doug's room for the underwear trying (and failing) to avoid embarrassment. I picked up the first pair of panties and bra that I saw and took them to the bathroom door. A hand appeared round the door grabbed them and the door shut. A few seconds later the door opened again and Sue came out with just a towel wrapped around her. It covered most, but not all of her breasts and came down to a few inches below her bum. 'Men! You don't wear white underwear with a black dress.' She mocked. She pushed past me into her bedroom exposing her gorgeous legs to my view. Quickly realising that her underwear was in the next room she turned and walked right past me to Doug's room and leaned over to select a fitting set of undergarments.

My eyes were riveted to her rear for as she bent over I glimpsed her pussy. I could not see any pubic hair and believe me I was looking before she stood up, turned, looked at me with a smile and went back into the bathroom. Some moments later she emerged fully dressed in a short plain black dress. 'I shan't be long, ' she said as she rushed down stairs grabbing a coat on the way out the door.

As soon as she was gone I thought about getting those little black panties and using them to masturbate. After a small deliberation I decided against it and went into her room to finish the move. It took over an hour to move everything except the bed (it wouldn't fit) and Sue was still not back, so I started to roll the edges of the carpet away from the wall. It was a heavy-duty carpet and quite hard work.

When I had finished I leaned back against the wall with my knees up against my chest. I was remembering the morning trying to put my finger on what had happened, which was everything and nothing. As I recalled various incidents I had absentmindedly pulled up the leg of my shorts and was stroking my cock. Suddenly I heard a noise and saw Sue standing in the doorway. 'Well we have been busy haven't we?' she said. I noticed that her eyes were looking down at my legs when I realised she could see my cock down the leg of my shorts. I immediately felt it twitch from its semi hard state to yet another full erection. I slowly straightened my legs and stood up. I looked at Sue and saw that it was her turn for embarrassment. She was bright red, an obvious sign that I was right, she had been looking at my cock. She swivelled round and went first into Doug's room and then into the bathroom, emerging a few moments later now dressed in a skirt and another tee shirt, this one was v-necked and showed some cleavage. At first when I saw her grab some clothes and go into the bathroom to change I was a bit disappointed, as I had hoped to catch a glimpse either down the low-cut front or up the short dress. As I saw what she had changed into my disappointment faded as I took in her new attire. The skirt was not as short as her dress, but not far off, still ending just above her knees. It was the tee shirt, though, that really had my attention, it was tight fitting and as I said, it showed the top third of her breasts. Best of all I quickly realised that she was no longer wearing her bra. Her nipples although not sticking out were obvious. I stared at her breasts thinking of how much I wanted to touch them.

Sue could obviously see where I was looking but all she said was, 'Thanks. Have you got to go or do you want to stay and help me strip this wallpaper?' she asked, then added, 'I'll give you a nice treat if you do.'

Although I assumed she meant money my idea of a treat was further sights of her body. With her exposing her breasts (well to me it looked like exposure) there was no way I wanted to leave even if I had anything else to do, which I didn't.

Trying not to sound to keen I agreed to stay. She went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of water, a couple of sponges and a pair of wallpaper strippers. 'Wet the paper then scrape it off, ' she ordered.

'I know, I've done it enough times at home, ' I replied.

We decided that I was to do the top half of the wall, as I was the taller, with Sue doing the lower areas. A couple of hours of hard work followed but it was an enjoyable time spent joking with each other. I also had some pleasant views when Sue was directly below me. About half way through we paused for a drink. Sue went to get a cup of tea for her and for me, just ice cold milk. I sat on the floor; very careful not to give Sue another view up my shorts, and Sue sat on the bed in front of me her knees primly together. We were talking about Doug when the telephone rang. With no other furniture in the room the phone was on the floor on the far side of the bed. Sue turned round, leaned over the bed and answered the phone lying on her stomach. From my low vantage point I could now see up her skirt. Her legs were too close together to give me a good view, but open just enough to give the impression that I could see her black panties. She didn't speak much just said 'Ok' a couple of times. She then put the phone back on the floor and rolled over onto her back, sat up and slid back to my side of the bed to where she had been sitting originally. This manoeuvre had two benefits; at least they were beneficial to me. First as she rolled over onto her back her legs opened considerably more giving me a clear view of her panty covered sex. Black panties in a dark area do not give the best view, but it was more than enough for me, and once again I felt my cock spring into life. Secondly as Sue had shuffled forward to the edge of the bed her skirt had ridden right up her thighs, so far in fact that she was no longer sitting on it. Although her legs were now back together I could still see all her thighs and again just a hint of panty. 'That was Jack just confirming that they are camping out tonight and will be back tomorrow evening, ' she told me.

Jack was Doug's father. I seemed oblivious to what she was saying, my attention focused on her legs. My arousal would be obvious if I moved, which I had to, so I turned my back to Sue, stood up and excused myself and went quickly to the bathroom. Once there I had an urgent need to masturbate and started stroking my aching cock.

'Don't be all day, ' Sue shouted through the door, 'I need to go too.'

So much for my relief so I had a piss hoping that that would help relieve the pressure, which to a degree it did. Because I had other things on my mind I forgot to flush the toilet and when I opened the door, quite abruptly, Sue was standing there with the front of her skirt up around her waist and her hand down inside her panties. Although she moved her hand very quickly and pushed past me into the bathroom that image was as clear in my mind as if I was studying a photograph. The look on her face was one that I did not at the time recognise but I certainly did recognise the panties. They were the little black ones I had held earlier, the ones Sue had said were her favourite. I could see the outline of her hand as she cupped her pussy and I could see the dark curly hairs either side of her hand. My relief had not lasted long I was again hard with nowhere to go to hide it. Sue was quite a while in the bathroom, but with my inexperience with women, I accepted that this was normal. I did wonder, though, why the tap was left running. I thought the safest bet was to return to the task in hand, that is stripping the walls. After a while, Sue came to join me. She said nothing but I could see that she was flushed which I took as embarrassment. As we continued to work Sue now seemed to be always around my legs working under whatever bit of wall I was on. Once, Sue asked if I was ok. As I looked down to answer I turned from the wall to face her. I saw that her face was only inches from my cock. Yet again my cock responded, I'd been hard or semi hard all day and now I was again sporting an erection. Looking down I could see the bulge in my shorts quite clearly. Sue from inches away could not have missed it, and didn't. As I mumbled an answer Sue's eyes stayed on my bulge before quickly standing up saying, 'We need some fresh water, ' and scooping up the bowl went into the bathroom for a refill. She came back placed the bowl by my feet and went to sit on the bed. Not on the side had she had done previously but in the middle of the bed with her hands on the bed behind her acting as a prop, and her knees bent with her feet flat on the bed and about two foot apart. This presented an absolute clear view of thinly veiled pussy. I could see the shape of her lips and through the sheer material easily make out her pubes. I had never been as hard as I felt then and made no effort to disguise where I was looking. To be honest I think any effort would have been to no avail. Sue must have been aware of what she was doing, but remained in that position for another few minutes, staring at the ceiling and uttering inane comments about the room's decoration. At least I think that was what she was talking about; my attention was elsewhere. Right between her legs to be precise. 'Alright nearly there, ' she said as she stood up. 'Another ten minutes should see us done.'

Just ten minutes later I was stretching to wet the last bit of paper near the ceiling and Sue was sitting on the floor right by my feet scraping her last bit of paper off. It suddenly occurred to me that from where Sue was sitting and the way I was stretching that she could, once again, look up and see my still semi-erect cock. I didn't know whether she was or not so I tried to carry on working while trying to look at Sue. What actually happened was that I dropped the water-laden sponge onto Sue. She screamed and stood up. I could not help laughing until I looked at her and saw that the sponge had landed on her right breast, soaking her tee shirt and making it virtually transparent. An almost naked breast was just a few inches away from my eyes. Try as I might, I could not look away.

Sue followed my eyes and saw her exposed breast and shouted with a laugh, 'Happy now? You've been trying to ogle me all day.'

Before I could lie and deny this accusation she laughed again and then to my utter delight she reached for the bottom of her tee shirt and pulled it over her head, 'I'm not wearing a soaking wet tee shirt that's for certain.'

I was speechless, I had hoped for and received a peek or two and was delighted with the wet tee shirt view, but this. About a minute passed with my eyes never leaving her breasts and Sue standing there, smiling and watching the delight on my face. I think she enjoyed looking at my face nearly as much as I enjoyed looking at her breasts.

Oddly enough for this minute or so I was not hard. It had all happened to quick to take in. As I recovered normal service resumed and my cock became rampant.

'Is this the treat you promised me?' I grinned.

'Why! Do you think it's a treat seeing my tits?' Sue asked, then looking down at my shorts she added, 'Well! That seems to like the view. Anyone would think you've never seen a pair before.'

'I haven't, ' I admitted.

'Wow! A virgin, not many of them around nowadays.' From what I knew of my mates there were many around but few who would actually admit to the condition.

This was getting a bit too much for me to follow but my body seemed to know what to do even if my brain didn't. I raised my hands towards her breasts, I could not think of them in the derogatory form of 'tits.' I expected her to move back or push my hands away. Instead she moved a little closer allowing my hands to touch her breasts. After a moment of inept fiddling around Sue took hold of my hands and showed me how to caress her properly, moving my hands to where she wanted and squeezing my fingers to show me how much pressure to use. I moved closer, and felt her nipples grow as the palm of my hands gently rubbed them. Soon they were quite hard so I moved my hands away so that I could see them.

'Beautiful!' I murmured.

'Do you really think so?' she asked, 'don't you think they're too small?'

Echoing what I was to learn in later life, that no matter how good a woman's body was there was nearly always something she felt insecure about.

'No they're absolutely perfect, ' said this sudden expert in women's breasts.

Again nature took over and I started to gently pinch her nipples and pulled my hands up her breasts towards each nipple. To my surprise the nipple became even harder and I noticed Sue's breathing becoming slightly laboured.

'That feels nice. You're a natural, ' she said.

'Well as we've finished and you've worked hard, I promised you a treat. So what would you like?' Sue asked me.

I thought hard about the answer, not because I didn't know what I wanted but I didn't know how much I dared ask for.

Suddenly I decided, 'I want to see you naked, ' I said.

Sue seemed to be expecting this and asked with a smile, 'Just see me?'

Thinking of the pleasure I was getting caressing her breasts I said, 'And to touch you'

'Where?'

'Everywhere.'

'Anywhere special that you want to touch?' she said with a huge grin.

'YYYes!'

'Are you going to tell me where?'

'Your pussy, ' I finally said having tried to think of the nicest name for that part of a woman's anatomy.

'And you'll be happy with that treat?'

'More than happy, ' I exclaimed, 'more than happy'

'So there's nothing else you want?' she said knowing that there obviously was.

I still preferred to settle for what I had rather than risk losing it by asking for anything else.

The talk seemed surreal. Here I was standing a few inches away stroking her naked breasts and playing with her delicious nipples yet we were holding a conversation akin to negotiation.

'Are you sure you don't want anything else?' she asked but this time her hand was placed on the bulge in my shorts, 'you don't want anything like this?' she asked.

'I didn't think girls, ah! I mean women, liked to touch men down there, ' I mumbled.

'Who told you that nonsense?'

'My mother, ' I admitted, 'she says women only indulge in things like that if they have to, and they certainly don't like it.'

'What rubbish. Most women love a nice cock. You enjoy touching a woman's cunt don't you?' she asked. Seeing my hesitation she remembered that I'd never actually done it. 'Ok, for you, you like the idea of it?'

'Yes.'

'So why shouldn't women enjoy men as much as men enjoy women?' I had no answer, and many years on still can't nor want to argue that point.

Sue's hand was on my cock throughout the discussion, her fingers tracing its outline.

'You've had a hard on most of the day, ' she laughed, 'and you keep letting me catch the odd glimpse so lets see him in his full glory'

With that she knelt down and quickly pulled my shorts down to my ankles. If she was disappointed (I'm only average in size, maybe even a little below) she hid it well. After a moment looking at my cock she reached out both hands to caress my balls and cock. She took her time stroking, caressing and squeezing my manhood always seeming to know when to pause. Pre-cum was oozing from my cock's tip, which she took great delight in scooping it up with a finger a then sucking her own finger. I was just thinking that I was in heaven and nothing could better this ecstasy, when Sue leaned forward and used her tongue to caress the full length of my cock before taking me into her mouth. I thought I had a great imagination, especially when it came down to sex, but I quickly realised that that was all it was, imagination. The real thing was so much better that I'd never experienced anything to compare it to. I still haven't. Sue's hand held the base of my cock and followed the motion of her mouth as that delicious organ moved up and down my almost painful member. My cock already fully erect when Sue held it seemed, to me at least, to continue to grow inside her mouth. I lasted for a couple of hours, well it seemed a couple of hours to me but was probably less than a minute, before I erupted into her mouth. I seemed to keep coming for longer than it had taken to come in the first place. Sue kept her mouth and hand on my cock throughout, swallowing everything I could produce. I had heard of 'blow jobs' but never give it serious thought, just assuming it was another male fantasy. After all, I struggled to accept that any woman would want to touch my cock with her hand never mind taking it in her mouth. But these thoughts of what this woman was doing were subservient to the physical ecstasy her mouth was giving me. When I was finally drained Sue released my cock give it a quick squeeze and a kiss then stood up. I was leaning back against the wall partly because that's where Sue actions had left me but mainly for the support it gave me.

'How was that then?' she laughed, 'was that on your wish list?'

It was a while before I could even think of responding.

'That was... I can't even think of a word to do it justice. I'll be honest it wasn't on any list because I didn't believe people actually did that.'

'Hell, you've led a sheltered life. I bet my Doug isn't like that.' she said.

I think you'll be surprised I thought, but didn't voice it. I was scared that talking about Doug would remind his mum of who I was and therefore burst the bubble.

As if reading my mind Sue said, 'Are you ready for the rest of your treat?' and laughed at the obvious eagerness my expression displayed.

'Yes I suppose you are, ' she said, answering her own question.

She stepped back from me and slowly reached behind her and unfastened the skirt. With a theatrical pause and with her eyes watching mine, Sue let the skirt drop to the floor. Standing before me she stood, with just cause, proud wearing only those tiny briefs I had held earlier.

The sight was breathtaking. I'd never seen a naked woman before today only the odd 'dirty picture.' Pictures would, could never, ever do a live woman justice. My eyes followed every contour of her body, from her long dark hair framing an elfin face, the perfect breasts which a few moments ago I'd been holding, the flat, taut stomach leading down to her black silk covered pussy. At that moment two things happened that would last me a lifetime. Firstly this body shape, slim with small breasts, would forever be my ultimate favourite; Secondly that a scantily dressed woman was by far sexier to look at than a naked one.