Neighbor
- 4 years ago
- 25
- 0
My Neighbor free porn video
I grew up in a single parent household. My father was killed in an automobile accident when I was 5. My mom had to work full time just to make ends meet. I had a car to drive to school every day, but it wasn’t very dependable, and was often broke down. One of our neighbors is school teacher, and she offered to drive me to and from school.
I never gave a second glance at the schoolgirls my age. Instead I have a thing for older women. Their silky blouses and big tits are ok, but mostly I love their high heeled shoes, shiny nylon stockings, and short skirts. If they aren’t careful, their skirts lift to reveal stocking tops, garter belt straps, and on a rare occasional, some bare leg. The special glimpses were starting to go away as pantyhose were becoming the new thing, but with pantyhose came shorter skirts and more legs.
Let me tell you about my neighbor. She is just 5-ft tall, has beautiful long blonde hair, decent size boobs, and toned legs. She was a real tease, though at the time I didn’t realize how intentional her teasing was. Since she was so short, she was always climbing on ladders to hang up things on the walls at school. Since I would have to stay after school for a ride home, I would help her clean the blackboards, etc. I would offer to hang stuff up on the walls for her, but she insisted that she would climb up the ladder and I was to kneel on the floor and hold it steady.
How could she not know that a boy of my age, nearly a man, would be able to look up her skirt in that position? There was no way that I could tear my eyes away from the sight of her stocking tops, pulled taut by four thick elastic garter straps, or from her panties. I remember she always worn brightly colored panties, which seemed unbearably exotic to me then. Sometimes I thought I could even make out wisps of pubic hair curling under the edge of the panty elastic, and the smell of her female scent.
When she wore pantyhose, it was almost always without panties. On a lucky day, she would reach to one side, spreading her legs for balance. I could see her dark pubic hair and make out the crease of her pussy.
She teased me all along in her bossy teacher voice by saying, “I hope you’re not peaking up my skirt now, Johnny. I asked for your help because I know you’re a nice boy who wouldn’t do such a thing like that.” I felt so guilty, but now I realize she knew the score and was making me guilty for her own fun.
The ultimate with this neighbor came when she asked me to come to her house one weekend to help her out. She was cleaning out her gutters and needed me in my usual job as the ladder holder. This day she was outside, in a dress, on a brisk windy day. I stood holding the ladder looking up her skirt. As always I saw her stockings and garter belt, but today she wasn’t wearing any panties. With my eyes glued to her ass and pussy, the wind picking up her skirt and dropping it right over my head? I was trapped under her skirt and she kind of lost her balance, sitting right on my face.
It only lasted a minute, and she scolded me in that teacher voice, saying she hoped I had kept my eyes shut like a real gentleman would during such an accident. I lied and told her I had, but I saw it all, and even if I hadn’t, I’d still have felt her warm, soft flesh against my face, and smelled her spicy aroma.
That was the end of my ladder holding. I think she realized she was going too far. She made memories for me that will last a lifetime, and for that I thank her.
Arisha
- 10.12.2021
- 23
- 0
