Suburban Sex 2

In the mid 1970’s when I was just fifteen – I was involved in some amateur dramatics as a bit of fun – and a good way of meeting girls. The show was a period piece that required eighteenth century costumes – including knee length trousers and fancy shirts.

My mum’s friend J was a brilliant seamstress and was responsible for the wardrobe for the show. She could make fantastic costumes out of bits of tat and cardboard that looked a million dollars under the stage lights – so one Saturday I was instructed to call round at her house to be fitted out for my costume.

J was in her early forties, married with two sons slightly younger than me. She was no stunning MILF (if there were such ladies in those days) and I’d never thought of her in any horny way – but she was friendly, kind and down to earth – so I cycled round to her house – quite happy to be fitted out – and not a thought about anything else.

I parked up the bike and rang the doorbell. J came down – said a cheery hello – and told me to come upstairs to her sewing room – which was just one of the bedrooms upstairs. I followed her up the stairs – watching her arse precede me up the stairs. A bit on the big side – but moving very nicely in front of me as we went up. Not bad – the passing thought came to me – as we went into the room in which she had her sewing machine, a work bench, a bed, a mirror and a couple of chairs.

J was dressed in a blue V necked sweater and the slightly tight trousers. We chatted about my Mum and school and things as she busied herself getting the right material, pins etc together – and I sat on the bed just watching her move around the room.

Actually, I thought to myself for the first time – she’s not bad looking. Around five foot seven, nice and curvy, her hair was soft and medium brown, lightly made up, her boobs filled that sweater very nicely – quite big in fact – maybe even 38’s. – and as she bent over and turned – there was the occasional glimpse of a bit of lace on her bra or view of a strap. Always a treat for a young, healthy schoolboy! Her waist dipped in nicely and her hips and backside pushed the tight material of her trousers just enough. She wore a delicate perfume and her nails were painted with a bright red varnish. Very nice I thought.

Once J had got everything together – she held up the rough cut of the costume trousers – and said “ Right – take your trousers off – and let’s try these on.”

My wandering brain came back to earth with a bump! Of course this was essential for the job in hand – but it hadn’t come to my mind. My previous thoughts had brought about the odd stirrings down below – but nothing significant or too embarrassing I thought – so I took off my shoes, undid my jeans and took them off.

J told me to stand up and held the half made pantaloons up to my waist. She then pinned the two halves around my middle – letting the front and back parts of the leggings hang down my legs. She then knelt down and started tacking together the sides to make a tight fit.

Whilst still chatting and promising not to stick the needle into me she got to work – and this was when my problem started.

Watching her knelt in front of me I was presented with the perfect view down the front of her sweater. Her bra pushed her pale white tits together into a firm deep cleavage. The white lace around the edge of her bra was clearly in view – teasing me with every move she made – and all of this was enhanced by her regular smoothing down of the fabric down the line of my leg with the palm of her hand.

Just stood there, with nothing else to occupy my mind – the inevitable began to happen – the stirrings in my cock became more urgent. I tried to control things – but my mind wandered to what it might be like to touch those tits. I wondered where her nipples were exactly – tried to spot their rise in her sweater. Were they small or big – dark or light – did she like them being sucked.

My cock started to rise and rise – Oh God ! This was getting obvious ! It started to push out my jockey shorts further and further – and the material of the pantaloons started to rise up – lifting it away from my body. I noticed J’s eyes flashing to the movement as she continued to stitch and pin – and then she looked up and caught my eye. By this time my seven inches were sticking straight forward and the swelling through my shorts made a huge tent in the material she was working on.

Now blushing, raising my eyes upwards and aware only of the aching in my cock – which was now beginning to visibly twitch – all I could say was “S-s-sorry !”

J stopped her work and said quietly and kindly – “ It’s alright David – these things happen – but I can’t carry on whilst you’re like this – go to the bathroom – and sort yourself out.” She quickly unpinned the waist band and took off the costume. As I manoeuvred to help – my cock finally sprang through the gap in my shorts. It bounced to attention at forty five degrees directly in front of J. It was uncontrollable as it twitched in front of both of us – the tight glistening head as bright and tight as I’d ever seen it – and pre-cum forming on the tip as J looked down and held it with her eyes for what seemed like an age.

She then looked up at me straight in the eyes – and said very softly. “Go on – off you go to the bathroom.”

I stammered “Thanks !” – grabbed my cock and as best I could – and with all sorts of movements stuffed it back into my shorts. I virtually ran out of the room – down the corridor and into the bathroom. I closed the door and stood stock still in there never so embarrassed in my life. I thought I must get this under control – so I stepped to the sink and ran the cold tap.