Ch2
The next time I saw Judith, her family was staying at our house as we alternated between the two.
We did all the normal stuff for youngsters our age, playing outside and exploring, all before video games and satellite TV so very, much make up your own entertainment.
All I wanted was to again feast my young eyes upon her beautiful flesh, but how to ask…do I try and trick her, do I make a bet and see if she goes for it, I don’t know, so I do what most boys my age would have done.
I hoped and wished and looked for any signs that she might be receptive to the concept. There are two principal problems with this approach, the first being that, whom the hell can read a woman at that age and the second is, who the hell can read a woman??? But the enthusiasm of youth propelled me onwards, however, by evening even that was beginning to fade.
About eight o’clock, I had decided to take a break in my bedroom and was heading upstairs when Judith called to me asking if she could have a bigger towel. I look up the stairs and she’s standing at the top, looking down at me, with a little smile on her face and just a towel wrapped around her.
Well, I say, wrapped around her… she had a hand towel wrapped around her upper body leaving everything from the navel downwards, completely exposed to my ravenous glare.
Trying so hard to be casual about the whole thing, I said “sure” slowly taking the first step towards her.
Initially, I held her gaze but within a couple of steps my eyes flicked to her smooth pussy and back to her face. Her smile grew a little larger so I did it again and this time her feet wriggled ever so slightly moving them just a little bit wider and presenting her pussy just a little more “front and centre
”
I looked up to her face, smiled and then very deliberately and obviously, lowered my gaze to her pussy and slowly head towards it, up one stair at a time until my head is approaching the same level and I can see her hairless lips glistening slightly.
Suddenly, a door opening behind her made us both jump. Her mother comes out of one of the bedrooms on the floor Judith’s standing on.
She turn to face her mother and I quickly climb the last few stairs and brush past them both, to the airing cupboard to retrieve a larger towel.
“What do you think you are doing standing there like that young lady” asks her mother
“The towels too small” Judith said “if I held it lower everyone could see my breasts”
(Its worth mentioning that Judith has no breasts whatsoever, I mean I had more back then)
I pass her the larger towel and walk off without a word, strait to my room, shutting the door and leaning back against it with my heart thumping.
That was instantly the highlight of my life so far and she had brought it about herself, so by definition she must want it to, what a revelation this was!!!
Later that evening, I’d been watching both Judith and her mother to see if there was any lasting effects or necessary or unnecessary interest in my or my interests, but I could detect anything either way and bedtime came about without event….
The Sundays are generally the same, breakfast, a walk somewhere and then lunch followed by the departure of the guests and that’s what happened on this occasion, leaving me high and dry….
We did all the normal stuff for youngsters our age, playing outside and exploring, all before video games and satellite TV so very, much make up your own entertainment.
All I wanted was to again feast my young eyes upon her beautiful flesh, but how to ask…do I try and trick her, do I make a bet and see if she goes for it, I don’t know, so I do what most boys my age would have done.
I hoped and wished and looked for any signs that she might be receptive to the concept. There are two principal problems with this approach, the first being that, whom the hell can read a woman at that age and the second is, who the hell can read a woman??? But the enthusiasm of youth propelled me onwards, however, by evening even that was beginning to fade.
About eight o’clock, I had decided to take a break in my bedroom and was heading upstairs when Judith called to me asking if she could have a bigger towel. I look up the stairs and she’s standing at the top, looking down at me, with a little smile on her face and just a towel wrapped around her.
Well, I say, wrapped around her… she had a hand towel wrapped around her upper body leaving everything from the navel downwards, completely exposed to my ravenous glare.
Trying so hard to be casual about the whole thing, I said “sure” slowly taking the first step towards her.
Initially, I held her gaze but within a couple of steps my eyes flicked to her smooth pussy and back to her face. Her smile grew a little larger so I did it again and this time her feet wriggled ever so slightly moving them just a little bit wider and presenting her pussy just a little more “front and centre
”
I looked up to her face, smiled and then very deliberately and obviously, lowered my gaze to her pussy and slowly head towards it, up one stair at a time until my head is approaching the same level and I can see her hairless lips glistening slightly.
Suddenly, a door opening behind her made us both jump. Her mother comes out of one of the bedrooms on the floor Judith’s standing on.
She turn to face her mother and I quickly climb the last few stairs and brush past them both, to the airing cupboard to retrieve a larger towel.
“What do you think you are doing standing there like that young lady” asks her mother
“The towels too small” Judith said “if I held it lower everyone could see my breasts”
(Its worth mentioning that Judith has no breasts whatsoever, I mean I had more back then)
I pass her the larger towel and walk off without a word, strait to my room, shutting the door and leaning back against it with my heart thumping.
That was instantly the highlight of my life so far and she had brought it about herself, so by definition she must want it to, what a revelation this was!!!
Later that evening, I’d been watching both Judith and her mother to see if there was any lasting effects or necessary or unnecessary interest in my or my interests, but I could detect anything either way and bedtime came about without event….
The Sundays are generally the same, breakfast, a walk somewhere and then lunch followed by the departure of the guests and that’s what happened on this occasion, leaving me high and dry….
10年前
