Chapter 3

It was a Saturday morning. Rick was out playing eighteen, the kids were at the pool for their swimming lessons and she had an hour before she needed to go pick them up. She had just gotten home from shopping at Wal-Mart and she was horny and hotter than hell. She had worn what she considered her "slut suit," short skirt, low cut blouse with no brassiere on under it and high heels. She got a hell of a kick out of slowly walking the aisles and generating hard dicks and knowing that every man who saw her wanted to fuck her. She wondered if the day would come when one of them would. She knew one who wanted to and who was determined to. At least she thought he did. She hadn't heard from The Watcher in three weeks.

She was in her kitchen looking out her window at Billy who was busy cutting the grass in her backyard. Billy was the fifteen year old son of their next door neighbors and Rick had hired him to take care of the yard so Rick would be free to play golf on the weekends. She watched him as he moved back and forth across the yard dressed in only shorts. She wondered if he had boxers or briefs on under those shorts. It didn't seem fair that he could get away with walking around in only shorts.

It didn't seem at all fair to her that men could walk around almost naked while women had to cover it all up. She grinned to herself as she thought, "Well, not all women. Some of us let a little of it hang out" as she remembered her train rides and her visits to Wal-Mart." She wondered again where her exhibitionist streak had suddenly come from as she wondered if Billy had ever seen naked beasts, ass or pussy. She wondered what Billy would do if she let him see her like The Watcher saw her. She got a warm and fuzzy feeling as she thought of letting the young lad see her goodies. What would he do? How would he act? She giggled as she realized that she knew exactly what he would do. He would find a private place where he could get rid of the hard on she had given him. Could she make it happen so she would be where she could watch him stroke himself?

He was a good-looking boy and she wondered if he was still a virgin. Had he played with any of the young girls he knew? If she let him see her would she be his first naked woman? Oh my God, wouldn't that be a rush. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to make it happen. She wanted to expose herself to him. Oh my God she thought as she realized that the idea had her pussy dripping.

She looked at her watch; she had enough time before she had to pick up the kids. She wouldn't let him see her nude that day, but she could tease him a little. That's what she would do, tease and escalate. A little that day, a little more the next time and even more the time after that. Make him want to see more. Make him sneak around, looking in windows, peeping to see if he could see more of her. All she would have to do was find things for him to do around the house and then 'carelessly' and 'accidentally' let him see more and more until she let him see her in all of her naked glory. No better time to start then right then.

She hurried upstairs to her bedroom and dug through her drawers until she found just what she wanted. She undressed and put on the short skirt that she wore on the train and then put on the worn halter-top she had taken from the dresser. She leaned forward and got the effect she was looking for - her breasts were fully exposed. Next she took off her panties and sat down on the bed across from the dresser and looked in the dresser mirror as she moved around to find what position she needed to be sitting in for Billy to be able to see up the skirt and get a glimpse of her clean shaven pussy. She combed her hair, put on some fresh makeup and headed back down to the kitchen.

She made a pitcher of lemonade and then went out to get Billy. He had finished the backyard and was doing the south side of the house when she walked up to him. He was a tall boy, at least four inches taller than she was and he had to look down when she was talking to him. He couldn't help but notice her breasts and she did notice his eyes widen a bit when she leaned a little forward and the loose halter top let her breasts float free.

"It's hot out here Billy and I noticed that you are all sweaty. I've made some lemonade so come on in the house and take a break and cool off."

She turned and headed for the back door and she could feel his eyes on her tight little ass so she put a little more wiggle into her walk. She had him sit at the kitchen table and then she poured him a glass of lemonade and bent forward at the waist to hand it to him. That gave him another chance to see her breasts. Did he notice how hard her nipples were, how they stuck out like stiff miniature erections?

She took the chair on the side of the table rather than the seat across from him and sat down with legs wide to give him a chance to look up her skirt. She leaned forward, giving him another look at her breasts and then asked:

"As a teacher I'm curious; what are your favorite classes in school."

"Math and chemistry I guess. I like the lab work we do in chemistry."

"How about science or biology? Don't you do lab work in those classes?"

"Yeah, but it is yucky. Who wants to cut up frogs."

"What about sports? You going to go out for any?"

"I'm going out for football."

His glass was empty and she leaned forward to take it from him. She grinned as she saw his eyes lock onto her exposed melons and saw the tent in his trousers. She yearned to reach out and touch it, but she didn't dare. As she refilled his glass she thought about the men on the train and giggled as she remembered what one of the men had whispered to her one night.

"We are going to rename the tunnel for you love. It will be called Blow Job Alley."

But what she had been doing with them over the last few weeks she couldn't do with Billy. The men on the train were grown adults while Billy was an under age boy. She could tease, but she didn't dare touch. She could go to jail if she got caught doing something like that before he was eighteen. But she did want to see his young cock and she did want to expose her naked body to him so she would just have to find a way to make it happen. She was just getting ready to sit down again when the pone rang. She took the call and suddenly everything changed and there was a sense of urgency to make what she wanted to happen with Billy happen. Suddenly she had a limited window of opportunity.

The phone call did give her another opportunity to tease Billy. She got up and sat on the kitchen counter while she talked and when Billy looked her way he could see straight up her skirt. He could see her pussy and she wondered if he could see how damp it was and would he know that his looking is what was making it damp? Was the lump in his trousers more pronounced? She thought it was and she shivered knowing that she had caused it. She really, really wished she could see his cock and maybe even touch it just once.

When her phone call ended she slid off the counter, hung up the phone and then turned to see Billy getting up. "I need to get back to cutting the grass. I have to be done by eleven-thirty because I promised my dad I'd help him move some things. Thank you for the lemonade."

"You're welcome Billy," she said as he went back outside. She watched him go and she was already planning the next time.

When Rick got home she told him about the phone call. "We have an offer on the house. The couple that looked at it last Saturday have offered our asking price if we replace the cracked patio or get an estimate for having it done and subtract that much from what we want. Also, we need to finish working off that list of items she gave to us, that's part of the deal also. I told Carol I'd have you call her back on it."

"Why didn't you just tell her to consider it a done deal?"

"I did, but you have to call her and let her know which way you are going to go. You talked about doing it yourself, but if you don't and we use a contractor we need to have a time frame for him getting the job done. If we go the estimate route we need to get Carol the figure so she can get started on the paperwork. And, we have to start pushing to get the new house finished because our agreement with Carol is that we would be out within forty-five days of closing."

"I'll go call her now."

"Oh, and I need you to talk to Billy for me."

"Why? What did he do?"

"It's what I want him to do. I'm going to have to start packing and I'm going to need some help getting things down from the attic and up from the basement. See if you can hire him to help me."

"Shouldn't be a problem. Kids his age are always looking for a way to make some spending money."

"One of the items on the list that Carol gave us was cleaning up the ratty looking flower beds across the back of the yard. Can you get Billy to weed them?"

"I'll have him do it tomorrow. I'm going to the boat show with Ted. You interested in going?"