Nude Teenager Walking Around

Fbailey story number 361


Nude Teenager Walking Around


Back years ago before everyone had computers and air-conditioners teenagers had to find their own form of entertainment.

I for one was hiding on my front porch in the shadows watching Mrs. Brown change into her nightie. It was a very warm night and almost everyone had their windows open. However Mrs. Brown did it on purpose. I had been watching her now for more than a week. She would enter her bedroom and put on the light closest to the window then she would open the drapes wide and the curtains too. She would stand in her window pretending to stare at the moon, which was not out at that moment. She would run her hands up and down the front of her body from her full breasts, across her tummy, and down to her crotch. The light behind her made her thin dress almost transparent and I could see the outline of her body through it. That would last a full minute or more. She would then step back into the room allowing the light from her lamp to illuminate her front. She would smile the whole time she untied, unbuttoned, or unzipped whatever dress that she was wearing. Then it would either come up over her head slowly or drop to the floor slowly as was required. She would stand there in the light in her white bra and her big panties. That’s what they wore back then. I would watch as she reached back behind her and started unfastening those strange little hooks on her bra. I had practiced unhooking Mom’s bras that I found in the hamper in the bathroom. It wasn’t easy using two hands where I could see them and there she was doing it behind her back. She was in no hurry and I liked the anticipation. Eventually I would get my reward, as Mrs. Brown would slowly lower her bra down off her massive breasts revealing them to me. That super duper bra sure did its job because when it was released her breasts hung down pretty good. She would then massage her breasts with her hands. She would apply lotion to them, she would apply baby powder to them, and then she would play with her nipples. The ends of her breasts were dark and her nipples were fat but I assumed that had something to her having had babies. After massaging her breasts she would slowly lower her big white panties to the floor and step out of them. From my vantagepoint I could see down to her knees. When she stood up again I could see her big hair pussy. It was covered with a thick blanket of brown hair like she had on her head. She would massage her pussy for a few moments then apply baby powder to it too. I could see her slipping a finger or two into her pussy lips and go back to staring at the non-existent moon. I knew that she was masturbating because at sixteen I did that a lot, especially after I watched her get ready for bed. When she was through she would walk over to her chest of drawers and pick out a nightie to wear to bed. On hot nights like this she would pick out a thin short one to put on with a thin robe too. Then the curtains and drapes would be drawn shut and the light would be turned off ending my show for another evening. I felt like the luckiest boy in the world because I had seen a real live woman naked.

It really was a hot night and I was considering sleeping on the porch where it was cooler. Still in the shadows I carefully looked around the neighborhood. It was getting late and I saw windows on the first floors going out all over the neighborhood as windows on the upper floors came on. People were migrating toward bed. Cats and dogs were put out, radios were turned off, and things were quieting down. One by one houses were going dark. Mom said goodnight, told me not to stay up very long, and turned out our lights too.

I watched the moon come up over the houses in front of me, I watched as the cloud slowly moved out of the way to show a beautiful half moon. At that time I could never have comprehended that man would land on the moon in a few years and that television would replace radios in American homes.

Then a movement caught my eye. It was little Jenny Jones standing on her porch. She didn’t look right but she too was hiding in the shadows on her porch. About five minutes later I watched as Jenny walked down her porch steps, down her sidewalk, and hid behind a bush. I could not believe that Jenny was naked. I had always been attracted to her but I was too shy to ever tell her. I was sixteen and she was fourteen years old. Her father owned the Texaco gas station that me father went to. The car would run over the rubber hose, a bell would ding, and someone would run right out to ask you what you wanted. Gas cost thirty-one cents a gallon, a gallon of milk was forty-nine cents, and you could not purchase food for your body where you purchased food for your car. Oh you could buy candy, chocolate bars, and soda pop but that was about it.

Eventually Jenny got braver and walked slowly across the street and up onto the Smith’s porch as quietly as she could. She reached between her legs like Mrs. Brown had and then touched the Smith’s doorknob. When she turned the moon illuminated her young body. It was nothing like Mrs. Brown’s body. She was much smaller but her breasts were much nicer, her pubic hair was not as bushy, and her breasts didn’t sag as much. I watched as she once again walked back across the street to the house next to hers. She was back in the shadows again for a minute or so but then she walked back across the street to my side and to the house between the Smith’s and the Brown’s. She was closer and I watched as she fingered her pussy and smeared it on the doorknob. She walked back across the street one house closer and into the shadows. I didn’t dare move. Jenny then walked to the Brown’s porch and again wiped her pussy juice on their doorknob.