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Rather than follow me, she commented on my interest in baseball and started looking at my trophies. I was flattered by her compliments of course, but felt compelled to put it in perspective. Sure I kept myself fit, and I was certainly a good player, we had also lost our fair share of games this year. Granted if the coach hadn't insisted on fielding his son who could barely play as a shortstop we might be a bit further ahead. Thank you, but they're not all first place. Those two were I said pointing to the two trophies we got for winning the little league division, but many of them are second and third place trophies. She seemed to be deep in thought about something so I gave her a moment to go through whatever it was she had been thinking. She seemed to be evaluating both me and the trophies while lost in some deep thought. When she sat down in my chair, I took that as a cue she wanted to talk so I sat on my bed directly across from her. When she crossed her legs, I accidentally got a glimpse of her inner thigh and a flash of panties. I hadn't meant to look, I just accidentally got a view and immediately turned my eyes away, blushing, hoping she didn't notice. Uhm, sure.....I mean if you want to come, you're welcome to I said, trying to deal with the fact that I knew my face was crimson red, as I could feel the burning in my cheeks. Why do I always blush like this? I thought, awkward about the fact that it was a dead giveaway. My, ..uhm...my next game is....it's Tuesday, damn, now I was starting to mumble my words nervously.
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Are all boys this difficult? Bill says one thing but seems to mean the opposite. Yes, it would be nice for you to come and see me play. Or so he says, but then hes blushing and mumbling. It doesnt sound like he is that keen to me. I lean forward to try to make eye contact as he is looking down. If Id known Id be sitting on this chair, Id wouldnt have worn such a low neckline. Modesty would dictate that I put my hand over my chest, but hes not even looking at me. Bill, I say, reaching out and touching his knee to get his attention, I wont come if you dont want me to. Im not trying to replace your mother or anything like that. I just thought it would be nice for us to share something while were together. But if it would embarrass me to have you there, just say and Ill understand.
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I felt her hand touch my knee which for some reason gave me a bit of a jolt, I'm not fully sure what caused that, yet when she spoke it was clear she misunderstood my reaction. She thinks I don't want her there? That she'd embarrass me? . I felt terrible that she interpreted my response that way. I was just embarrassed about the accidental up-skirt view. No, it's not that I said, turning back to look at her, and realizing she we leaning forward, as I got a glimpse of cleavage again setting off a bit of awkwardness. My eyes instinctively went there for a briefest of moment before I caught myself and looked up at her eyes. I'd love to have you come to the game, I just was feeling a bit shy, that's all Oh my god, did I just check out my mom's friend? I thought, cringing at how wrong that was. As I tried to talk, I tried not to focus on the fact that her hand was on my knee and it felt......I don't know, ....but it was a kind of strange feeling. She seemed like such a nice lady, and she was trying very hard to be nice so I didn't want to offend her.....and I certainly hope she didn't notice that briefest fraction of a second that my eyes went to her chest. I'm not even like that, having been raised catholic, with strong views on moral values, I would never check a lady out. It was just a momentary lapse. Yeah, Tuesday at 4 PM, at Ridgeway park. I said, trying to relieve the awkwardness. Do you still watch baseball regularly?
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What a relief. Ive not embarrassed him. Thank goodness for that. It was the last thing I wanted, getting off to a bad start like that and having to try to placate him later. Im so pleased you want me to come with you. Ill look forward to that, I say, still touching his knee. Physical contact is so important when establishing a relationship, I find. Im afraid I dont really follow baseball much nowadays. Your mother and I were more interested in the players than the game. I laugh and try to gauge his reaction. Maybe he has never thought of his mother chasing, or being chased by, anyone other than his father. My husband prefers football, I say moving swiftly on in case Ive caused embarrassment, although we do watch the big games sometimes. I release his knee and half rise so that I can swivel round and sit beside him on the bed, conscious once again of my low neckline. Theres not much on the bed, so my hip and thighs are pressed against his. A thought jumps into my head. Another way of establishing a contact and relationship with this boy. Bill, I do hope were going to get along. I understand that you are missing your parents. Its the same for me in a way, because Ill be missing my husband. Hes stayed at home and I wont see him for the whole month. The reality of what that means begins to sink in and I sit thoughtfully feeling the warmth of Bills thigh seeping through my skirt.
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I was grateful that she did not seem to notice my embarrassing little slip up, and that she accepted my explanation. I didn't want to get off to a bad start with her, given how long we would be staying together. It was weird hearing her talk about her interest in guys, I guess I've never heard older people talk about that sort of thing with me. While she was pretty, she was in fact a mature woman, and I guess I hadn't pictured her chasing guys. Somehow that oddly made her seem more fun and less like an adult authority figure As she talked she kept her hand on my knee, which again felt strange, not bad at all, just odd. I seemed very conscious of this. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was a feeling that seemed out of place given she was watching me. When she sat on the bed next to me, she positioned herself intimately close, her thigh pressing against mine and for some reason this gave me both a sense of nervous comfort. She was warm, and for some reason the physical contact made my heart rate pick up a bit. As she talked, the heat radiated from her thigh against mine and I felt a relaxed sense of comfort. This was nice, she was a nice lady and while it seemed odd that she was so close, I got the sense from her conversation that she was just trying to cope with the loneliness she would feel over the next month. I'd like to get along too Mrs. Thorpe I said sincerely, since she was going out of her way to be so nice. Looking over at her I smiled, feeling a bit shy. I do miss my parents, and I'm sorry you won't be seeing your husband......but, thank you for being willing to stay with me I said feeling a bit shy, feeling the warmth of her against me, when I noticed that there was something really nice about her perfume. I made eye contact and smiled, hoping I wouldn't blush this time.
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It was a spontaneous gesture. I was so relieved that I hadnt upset Bill and that we were going to get along. I just put my arm round him and gave him a big hug, pulling him close into me. Thats the sort of woman I am. Tactile and spontaneous. Thats great, Bill, I said. Then a thought struck me. I wonder what I should wear. I didnt know when I packed that Id be going to support you at a baseball game. Ive mostly brought clothes like these. I cant borrow your mothers. we used to share clothes but that was years ago and Ive put on weight since then, unlike her, I add regretfully. Perhaps we can look through my clothes and advice me on what would be most suitable, most like what the other mothers will be wearing. I could try them on and you could what would be best. I stood up and pulled down my skirt. Right, now weve got that sorted, what about showing me the rest of the house.
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It was a total surprise to me when she reached out and hugged me, that for a second I almost pulled back, yet didn't. Once in her arms, I felt a comforting sensation, and hugged back, again really mesmerized by the smell of her perfume. It really smells nice I thought. We held the hug for a moment or so, and strangely I was almost a bit disappointed when it ended, but was feeling more relaxed around her. She seemed so nice, I couldn't quite put my finger on why I felt so shy around her. Hearing her discuss what to wear, I found it odd that she would refer to having put on weight. Sure she didn't have the same body type as my mom, but then my mom was just a very skinny person. Mrs Thorpe on the other hand was very curvy, but certainly not heavy. She was very good looking.. You don't look like you've put on weight, it's you look very.... my voice trailed off awkwardly for a second as I thought OK that could be an awkward comment given that shes older and my moms freind , I thought knowing I was starting to blush again. why does she have this effect on me . I mean, I think you just need to dress comfortably and you'll be fine....uhm, OK maybe I'll show you the rest of the house now I said smiling at her as I headed out of the room, yet cringing inwardly at how awkward my comment must have sounded
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Bill and I are definitely establishing a rapport. Hes still rather awkward, mumbling incoherently at times, but that may just be his way, so Im going to be patient until we settle down together. But his reaction to me hugging him was spontaneous and genuine Im sure he enjoyed holding me. It felt like he didnt want to let go. I was enjoying getting acquainted, but he seems eager to show me the rest of the house now, so Ill tag along for the ride. I cant complain, after all it was my idea, but only as a way of stopping him hiding in his room playing on his computer. My dress is all in a mess as I stand up, showing off more bosom and leg than I should do. It happens a lot with my clothes, but its easily fixed. A wiggle and a few quick tugs and its all straight and modest again, well modest by my standards anyway. Come to think of it, I wonder if thats what Bill meant by dressing warmly. Was he hinting politely that I might be a bit, well, over exposed? I dont want to embarrass him, but I havent brought a great choice of clothes. Its odd how unsettled Im feeling. Maybe it was the realisation that I wouldnt be seeing my husband for a month. That sudden hug Bill gave me really brought it home to me. A months a long time to wait for strong male arms to hold and control me. Ive not gone that long since, well, come to think of it, since before I went to college. Ive promised to phone my husband each evening, and knowing how those calls usually go things could get a bit steamy. Which isnt the same as being satisfactory, not from my point of view at any rate. I need a live cock to get me going. But its best not to think about that. Ill put it out of my mind, or at least try to. Ive stood here in a daydream and forgotten all about Bill. Hell wonder whats happened to me.
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I wish I knew what she was thinking. We interacted quite nicely for the most part yet at times her mind seemed to drift off, as though she was somewhere else. When she hugged me it seemed so sincere, I found myself feeling a closeness to her that was comforting, yet she got that look on her face like maybe I did something wrong. I did worry when she straightened her dress. Did she notice when I got the accidental upskirt view? . I certainly hopes she didn't or at the very least I hope she realized it was an honest accident. Would she think I did it on purpose? Would she think I was being a perve?....Would she say something to my parents???!! . I found myself hoping that would just blow over without consequence, yet worried it might taint our ability to get along. That would be a shame as she was a nice lady. Showing her the rest of the house, I took her to see my parents den, the kitchen and dining room, the guest room which was easily as nice as my parents room, with its own ensuite bathroom, the living room and of course the basement. The basement was finished with a large screen TV and a massive plush couch. Upon completion of the tour, I looked at her and realized that there was not much more to show her. I did however feel it would be rude to just go to my room again though. Want to watch some TV? Play some darts or a board game?
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The sight of the sofa made me realise just how tired I was, what with the flight, and all that tedious walking and standing about at the airports, and the stress of getting to know this strange boy. All I wanted to do was to put my feet up and rest. I sank onto the sofa with a huge sigh, kicked off my shoes and stretched my legs out. Was this how Bills parents would behave in their immaculate home? Or would they sit upright with correct deportment and not let their feet anywhere near the perfectly plumped up cushions? Who cared. I certainly didnt. I was living here for a month and Id behave as I pleased. Bill, I said, what Id like most is just to relax and watch some television with you. you choose what you want to see and come sit down here. I patted the cushion next to me. I can put my feet on your lap and you can massage them for me. what do you say? My skirt had ridden up again, of course, and Bill was now standing looking down on me with, I realised, a perfect view down my top. It was strange. I was sure that he was watching me, checking me out, but he also seemed to be embarrassed about it. Id have to find something less revealing for the rest of my stay.
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When she sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her, I thought that odd as the couch was huge, one of those L shaped ones that goes in a corner, yet I didn't argue, I just sat near her, listening as she continued to speak. Rub her feet? Seriously I had never rubbed anyone's feet in my life, and it seemed like such an odd request, particularly coming from my moms friend, yet I politely responded Sure as she placed her feet in my lap. Again, I got an accidental view up her skirt as she raised her legs up, but I quickly turned my head to look away, and focussed instead on her feet. Taking her left foot in my hand I started gently rubbing it. I didn't know if I was doing a good job, since I had never done this before, but she didn't seem to be complaining. I did this for awhile, and eventually switched to her right foot. As she adjusted her position, I again noticed out of the corner of my eye a flash of panty, and carefully avoided looking up her skirt, lest she spot me and get offended. Why am I so curious about seeing up her skirt? She's way older....and my moms friend I admonished myself. Try as I might, I couldn't fully remove the thought from my head. I focussed more heavily on the task at hand, and it helped keep m y mind off it. At one point she moaned at the sensation of my foot massage, and I found myself getting a strange excited sensation at that, yet couldn't quite place it. I suddenly realized that I had forgot to turn the TV on, and realized that was fine. I was actually enjoying this, sitting here rubbing Mrs. Thorpe's feet. There was something.....I don't know how to put it...nice about just being here with her in the quietness of the living room, her feet in my lap as I rubbed them, and she occasionally made noises like sighs. Am I doing an OK job Mrs. Thorpe?
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After all the stress of travel and coming to look after a boy I had never met, the gentle touch of his hands on my feet soothed and calmed me. Hed probably never had to stroke someones feet before, but at least hed learn how useful a skill it was, and he was mastering it quickly. Each of my feet got his careful attention and I was soon relaxing deeper into the plush luxury of the sofa. Um, Bill, I murmured, that is so good. Ive had such a long day, youve no idea how good that makes me feel. He was taking his time, which was nice. So many guys, and my husband is no exception, see this as just a preliminary to working higher and are too eager to rush on, but he wasnt, probably on account of his inexperience. And hed been tentative at first too, which was nice as well. Its good not to be taken for granted and know that the guy is a little bit unsure of how you feel about him. Not that that was an issue with Bill, of course. He was too young to see a woman of my age as a potential sexual partner. No more than I saw him as one. I moved my position slightly so that my calves were now resting on his lap. That was wonderful, Bill. Now work on my calves, please. They are aching after all the walking Ive done. My skirt was clinging to the plush material and had worked its way up my thighs again, but I was too tired to bother about it. Youll need to work with your fingers to get all that tension out of my muscles, I told him. I lay back and felt him begin to explore the backs of my calves, tracing the line of the muscle. Im just going to close my eyes for a few minutes, I told him as I settled deeper into the sofa. Hard and deep, Bill, thats the trick, you have to get in hard and deep.
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I did feel a bit awkward at the request to work higher on her legs, yet I figured why not. I mean she was a nice lady, and she was going out of her way to take care of me for the next month so I figured it wouldn't hurt to show a little appreciation. Working my way up to her calf's, I noticed that she kept herself n very good shape. that was very unusual for women her age yet the fact was she had very toned legs. Working on the muscles of her calves I used my thumbs to press deeply, to help work out the soreness. Doing this I felt a nice warm sense of closeness with her, wanting to stay like this for awhile. She was a nice lady, pretty and very friendly so I was enjoying this despite the fact that I had initially dreaded being stuck with her. Again I couldn't help but notice that her skirt had ridden up her thighs and I was in fact getting a fairly clear view of her panties. I was careful not to stare, yet the fact was there was something curiously intriguing about her exposed upper thighs and the visibility of the panties from my angle. Scolding myself I made sure to not stare, despite my curiosity. She's my moms friend and a very nice lady!!!!! . I focussed on keeping my mind elsewhere and putting my efforts into massaging her calves. After awhile I noticed she wasn't moving or making any sounds. Was she asleep? Mrs. Thorpe? I inquired. If she was still awake I would ask her what she wanted me to do next. If she did not answer, I would just rest my eyes for a few moments and get back to massaging her calves in a minute or so.
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Just as when he massaged my feet, Bill was tentative at first when he began working my calves. But he soon gained confidence and dug deep into my stiff and aching muscles, just like I had told him. I closed my eyes, settled back and let my mind drift with relief. Relief as the tension slowly drained away from my legs, setting me free from all that walking and standing around. And soon the relief turned to pleasure. Pleasure at the confident touch of a mans hands working across my flesh. Except he wasnt a man. Pleasure too at the cool air that I could feel on the front of my thighs, reminding me that my dress had ridden up even further. It was almost as if it was Bills breath tickling the soft hairs as he breathed rhythmically in and out in time with the deep massage of my calves. With my eyes closed and the comfort of the sofa enveloping me, I would have believed that I was somewhere else with someone else engaging in some very different from the innocent relaxation that Bill was providing. I let my wander over where who and what that might be. Bills voice broke into my reverie. Like his initial touch, his tone was tentative, unsure perhaps of whether I was awake and not wanting to disturb me. I opened my eyes and said the first thing that came into my head. Bill, that was wonderful, just wonderful. I wonder if youd mind doing something else for me. My shoulders are very stressed too. Could you give them a quick massage to ease them? I sat up and twisted on the sofa so that my back was towards him. My dress was up at the top of my thighs now, but he was behind me so that didnt matter. Just unzip the back of my dress will you, Bill, so that I can ease it over my shoulders for you?
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It was a relief that she had answered as I would have felt bad about waking her up. Fortunately, she seemed quite happy and pleased with my performance. Beaming at the praise, I smiled at her in gratitude. When she mentioned the shoulder massage, I found myself a bit concerned. Weren't massages normally something that people do....romantically? I mean sure I know my mom went to a massage therapist but that was for a neck injury but whenever I saw massages depicted in movies there were usually romantic undertones, and followed by scenes my parents usually tried to prevent me from watching. Of course when she turned her back to me I figured the debated was settled until she suggested unzipping her dress. Unzip her dress? So she's ...exposed? . I felt a bit nervous about that wondering if that was Ok. Was that normal friendly behaviour? Do boys my age usually unzip lady's dresses to give them shoulder massages Would my mom get the wrong idea if she were to see me doing that? Unzip..you? I looked at her for confirmation that I had heard her right just to be sure. Upon making eye contact with her I shrugged off my concerns and figured it might just be a cultural thing. My teacher had pointed out that many European cultures did not share the body issues we have in America, and while Mrs. Thorpe was not European this might just be normal where she grew up. Reaching out with shaky hands, I undid the clasp at the back of her neck holding her dress shut. Upon undoing that I reached tentatively for her zipper, and started to pull it down nervously. Why am I so nervous? It's just a shoulder rub . When the zipper started to slide down, the sound it made gave me a sensation almost like a shiver, as I felt my hands against her warm back through the material of her dress. As the zipper slid down her back, I saw her skin get exposed, and noticed she had very smooth skin for a woman her age. No blemishes or wrinkles. I also saw the back of her bra strap, and realized this was the first time I ever saw another females bra. When it was down, I paused before starting as she said she would slide the material over her shoulders so I waited for her to do that.