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Our Summer cottage in Western PA was the setting for many of my early erotic adventures. One in particular will be forever etched in my memory. It began the day I overheard my Mom gossiping about the family that had leased the cottage next door. “I hear she’s a divorcee with a teen-age daughter,” Mom hissed with disapproval. Naturally, when a station wagon arrived next door a few days later, I raced to offer my help. Tracy, the teenage daughter, returned my smile with a sullen scowl. Not so Tracy’s Mom. In skinny jeans with shoulder-length hair and an inviting smile, her sexy vibe completely upstaged the daughter. Laura Wiggens, as she introduced herself, seemed genuinely pleased when I emptied her car. “You must be a chef,” I said, making idle conversation as I hoisted the last box of cooking utensils onto the kitchen counter. Laura’s tight-fitting outfit emphasized a svelte figure and exposed every curve of her braless breasts. One look and my mojo went into overdrive. Tracy rolled her eyes and vanished into her room. “Can I help you put any of this away?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from Laura’s breasts to refocus on her face, but Laura was doing a little visual exploration of her own as her gaze roamed up and down my torso. “Oh, thanks, Jason. I can handle that,” she said, smiling flirtatiously with one eye brow raised in a way that implied she was perfectly aware of her double entendre. “There is one favor,” she added in a more serious tone with a conspiratorial nod toward Tracy’s room. “I guess it’s obvious that Tracy isn’t thrilled to be here, instead of Philadelphia with her friends. Is there anything going on that she might be able to get involved in?” As she spoke, Laura stepped closer to me, casually placing her fingertips on my arm. I could make out the floral scent of her perfume–and for the first time I noticed the tip of her tongue darting sensuously across full red lips as she spoke.I could only think of a truly lame Church Youth Picnic that Tracy would utterly detest, but I offered to take her and introduce her around. Laura thanked me profusely and accompanied me to the door, bahçesehir escort holding my arm and planting a firm kiss on my cheek. I left feeling as if we’d been friends forever. Perhaps it was my teen-age hormones, but there was something downright erotic about Laura Wiggens–especially the way she touched me with what almost felt like a lover’s caress. In any event, I had plenty of time to fantasize about her, because I didn’t catch sight of Laura or Tracy again for several days. When I did, it wasn’t the way I’d been expecting. I used our unfinished attic as my workout room. Usually, I exercised in the mornings when it was cooler. But sometimes, if I was antsy or just plain bored, I went upstairs at night to lift weights for an hour or two. Which is what I was doing when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement in the upstairs window of the Wiggens’s cottage. Was Tracy trying to spy on me from the empty upstairs bedroom? I tried looking without being obvious about it, but the room was too dark. Then I remembered that the crawl space at the end of the attic had a vent that overlooked the cottage next door. Sure enough, as I peered through the vent louvers, I saw an indistinct figure standing well back from the bedroom window and gazing intently toward my workout room. As my eyes grew more accustomed to the low light, I realized it wasn’t Tracy, but Tracy’s Mom who was watching so intently from the darkness. I felt an immediate surge of sexual excitement accompanied by a familiar tingling in my cock and balls. I’d recently been introduced to the world of female sexuality, and knew that it isn’t just teenage boys who get horny as hell. Was Tracy’s Mom appreciating my physique? Or something more? Could she be masturbating in the darkness as she watched me work out? I couldn’t see clearly enough to tell for sure, but I didn’t doubt it for an instant. That though creeped my out… for, like, 10 seconds. Then my arousal returned with a vengeance. The idea that watching me could help Laura get off was simultaneously flattering and stimulating. Even if she wasn’t playing, beylikdüzü bayan escort there was always the possibility that she would. I considered walking back into the room and gesturing at my now rock-hard cock and mouthing the words, “I’ll show you show mine, if show you show me yours.” But if my first love (see “Grinding with Gretchen”) had taught me anything, it was the wonders of sensuality. So I returned to my workout as if nothing had happened, even though my heart was pounding with excitement. To conceal the fact that my gym shorts were now fully tented, I did five reps of chin-ups facing away from the window. The exertion soaked my shirt with sweat, but took some of the pressure of the front of my shorts.After two sets of squats, I slipped the shirt off, and sat down to do bench presses. There was another flicker of movement next door, this time closer to the window. I launched into a new workout routine and between my excitement and the humid night air, my legs and torso were soon shiny with sweat. It was time to up the ante. Standing up, I faced the window and paused without looking directly at where I thought Laura was standing. My hands were shaking with excitement as I hooked my thumbs under the waist of my gym shorts and gradually lowered them to the ground. My cotton briefs weren’t especially revealing, but they left no doubt of my aroused state. I picked up my towel and slowly wiped the sweat from my nearly naked body.Then, for the first time, I looked directly toward Laura. Was she still there? Had she moved back into the deep shadows? Or had she left the room completely? I hadn’t been this desperately aroused since the first time Gretchen and I had stripped naked for each other at the start of our relationship. My month was dry, my pulse was racing, and it seemed as if every ounce of blood in my body was rushing to my cock. At least there was no more pretending. Laura had to know that I knew she was there. I hung the towel around my neck and with trembling fingers, slid my briefs down in a slow strip tease. I took maybe fifteen seconds escort beylikdüzü to reveal the white band of skin across my abs, and another fifteen for the first tufts of dark pubic hair to come fully into view. In a single gesture, I pushed the the briefs past my cock and balls and on down my legs until I was naked. Another flicker of white fabric told me Laura was, indeed, still watching, and moving even closer. I let my fingertip glide along my cock shaft, causing it to quiver and stiffen in response, then stood motionless, naked and exposed. Knowing that Laura knew that I knew she was watching, if you follow me, vastly amplified the excitement. I fought back a desperate urge to simply grab my cock and stroke feverishly until milky white semen flew everywhere. That would be gratifying, but I wanted something more than instant gratification.I wanted to consciously share this moment with Laura. I wanted her to come out of the darkness and reveal herself. I remembered there was a small desk and goose-neck lamp in the back of the room. I rotated the lamp until it faced directly at the window, and switched it on, then turned off the overhead lights. I was sure Laura could still see me, but as more of a silhouette. Would she take the hint and let me see her? I walked up to my window. Only the glass panes and a narrow strip of lawn separated us. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around my cock shaft. And then I waited, with the twitching of my cock keeping time like some erotic metronome. And waited… And waited… Finally, the soft warm glow of an electric lamp filled her window. Laura had thrown some kind of fabric, a pillow case perhaps, over the lampshade, and it gave off just enough illumination for me to see her silhouette walk into view just a few feet from her window. Laura’s fingers went to her neck, then slowly made their way between her breasts. Only when she opened her blouse for me, did I realize she had been undoing the buttons. Even in silhouette, as the shirt fell from Laura’s shoulders it was obvious from the her white breasts were capped with large, dark areola. One hand encircled her right breast, while the other rode the pathway down her stomach and vanished into the gap between her legs. It was too dark to see whether she was completely naked, or still wearing panties. And it didn’t really matter anyway. At first, our movements were tentative, almost shy.