My Polish Neighbour

My Polish Neighbour

I was just 13 and aware that I was having exciting preoccupations with women, and to a lesser extent, girls. Girls made me uncertain as I did not know how to approach them in a sexual way. If I did I usually made a complete mess of it, not knowing how to make advances showing that I was interested in them. The only chance I ever had was with other boys who usually knew how to get away with saying something which got the interest of the girl.
My first ever feel was at a little used park near home with an open hut. The boys, Brian, Eric and Alex and the girl were a year of two older than me. The girl Mona, around 15, suggested I should be elsewhere but a friend of mine Alex said I wasn’t a problem. The talk got horny and I could feel my cock getting hard. Mona had an open blouse that just revealed her growing breasts with a very slight cleavage, though Mona did not appear to be wearing a bra, they looked very firm and she probably didn’t need one. It was summer and warm for the evening. Alex, a forward guy, commented on her lovely tits. Mona told him to keep his naughty thoughts to himself but he just added that she had gorgeous legs, having a skirt that stopped well above her knees.
Despite herself Mona was flattered. Brian stroked her neck and she did not complain. Alex just felt and stroked her arm. Eric and I stood behind near Mona’s back as she sat with Brian and Alex. Brazenly Brian undid the two uppermost buttons very deftly whilst stroking her knees. I was super impressed by his audacity. From my standing position I had a superb view of her breasts and the beginnings of her nipples. I was so horny I had to adjust my trouser leg to accommodate my cock. Alex slipped his hand in her blouse and stroked her nipple on Brian’s side. The situation was electric for me as I wondered what it was like for the others. Mona just smiled very benignly as she let Alex apparently harden her nipple. He looked up at me and gave me a signal by glancing back at her nipple. I took the signal and slipped my hand over her shoulder and down over the breast Alex was stroking. Many years later I realised how deft I could physically manoeuvre in such situations. The first grasp of a breast was overwhelming. Alex, (bless him – one of the few boys I knew who was not macho) moved his hand under her breast and I grasped her now hard nipple. I played rather crudely with it, not
knowing how to be very subtle with stroking a girl’s breast.
As I was engaged with this sheer joy Eric moved closer to me pushing me into Mona’s back. My hardened cock had been standing up against my pants and trousers. Holding her nipple and inadvertently touching her back had the effect of me going over the top and just shooting into my pants. It was delicious but deeply embarrassing. Brian and Eric just laughed and Mona realised the effect on me and smiled to Alex. I withdrew my hand as I felt slightly deflated at coming.
Brian who was intent, I thought, with more adventurous action commented that I was probably a bit of a kid to be there. I went home with a wet pair of underpants and a damp trouser leg feeling elated, thwarted and put down.
At home I had to get past my parents who were watching TV but had been concerned were I
had been. They were very controlling and curious. I managed to calm them with assurances about playing around with Alex, Brian and Eric, but not of course Mona. I hung around for another hour or so, mainly because I was sitting opposite Mum who had not changed since work and was still in her work clothes. That meant a stiff blouse that was open at the neck and a loose skirt with her legs slightly open. She was wearing stockings (having stated to Dad that she hated tights as they were unhygienic). My advantage as I found stockings so much more interesting. Though she was wearing slippers, very unglamorous, this was compensated by her sitting in her favourite chair with her legs open a little, showing me a glimpse of naked thigh and dark silky panties. Instant hard on for me. I had become expert at being surreptitious with my glances and just relished the view given what I had been doing earlier. I really shouldn’t fantasise about my mother as well!
Good night I said and went to my bed and masturbated on the back of this evening’s delights. I lay in my bed on my tummy and could easily wank onto the sheet. Semen went all over the sheet, but then I did not think much of the consequences – that came later with Mum so to speak.
I depart from the headline story. The first really wonderful experience was again unexpected. We lived in a ground floor flat (apartment) in a block of low story flats in North London. There was another block behind ours which my bedroom looked out on. There were no windows facing mine in that block which was unfortunate for my dirty mind. The main entrance to the block behind was at the side and the path from the main road to that entrance passed my window. So I had a good view of all the comings and goings of that block. I did spend a lot of time in my bedroom as I was an only child and got home from school before my parents with my own key to the flat. There were 6 flats in the block behind and I felt I knew all who lived in which flat over the years.
One flat became empty and was rented to a single lady who turned out to be Polish and her name was Miss Komiski. After a while she noticed my looking out of the window and began to smile when she saw me looking at her. She was about 45 and to my mind in good shape with a slim figure and neat breasts and full hips which belied her slimness. I did begin to fantasise about her.
Between the flats and her block there was a green where neighbours hung out the washing on good days. One day I was out on the green with my school friend Phillip just passing the time when Miss K passed us and gave us her usual smile. We did also and Phillip said, “What happened to your cat it looked like it was ready to have kittens?”
“Oh she has just had two kittens. They are a bit tiny now but you are welcome to come round and see them sometime.