Thelma and me (Summer of 65) part 1

Thelma and Me (Summer of 65) Part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very revealing bathing costume. Normally she would wear a t-shirt and shorts just like I was wearing.



“Mum will go mad if she see’s you wearing that,” I gasped as my elder sister took off her robe and sat in the deck chair dressed in the skimpy blue two piece outfit.

“Who’s going to tell her?” She grinned, “I doubt whether you will. Will you?”

“No.” I gulped as she flicked her blonde hair behind her ears and bent forward to pick up some suntan oil; emphasising her cleavage. I twisted my hips away from her to hide my growing erection.


“It’s not like you haven’t wanted to see me like this…is it?” Thelma smiled at me as she rubbed some lotion into her quivering breasts.
All I could do was blush crimson red and pray that I wouldn’t ejaculate into my cream shorts as she caressed the oil into her heavenly bosoms.

“I’ve seen you,” she giggled, “you dirty bugger; peeping into my bedroom when I’m getting undressed!”

I wanted to run away but was terrified to stand up in case she saw the bulge in my shorts.

Thelma continued tormenting me as she sexily rubbed the oil into her long legs; “I bet you rub your little dick until its raw…don’t you?”
I was so frightened I had now curled up into a ball as I realised that she knew that I’d been spying on her.

She was right; I’d been spying on her for nearly two years. Every chance I got I ‘accidentally bumped into her coming out of the bathroom’ or carefully hid next to her bedroom door when it was carelessly left open as she got dressed or undressed. Thelma on her part wore sexy clothing that clung to her curves and according to Dad ‘her skirts were always too short and she showed too much …up top’. I lost count of the arguments they had because of her dress sense.

In the last couple of years she’d had a couple of steady boyfriends but I’d also heard, from some of the older boys at the Youth Club that she had a reputation as a prick-teaser.

I would play with myself two or three times a night thinking about her in her underclothes; especially if she had been wearing stockings with a suspender belt under a dress.

After about 20 minutes Thelma announced that she was going inside for a cold drink…and did I want to come inside too?

I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous backside as she sashayed her way across the garden and into the kitchen.
When my aching erection had subsided I slowly crossed the garden to join my sister in the kitchen.