There she was, where she usually is on Monday morning, right out front of the school. I'd see her almost every day if I were lucky enough to catch her. I would offer to drop off my nephews at school just to catch a glimpse of her when she dropped her boys off. I'd watch her Corolla pull up to the curb, from a distance to avoid being too obvious.
It was truly a sight to see. She was an older woman, but a sexy one at that. Long legs that seemed to go on forever, silky brown hair, soft, smooth white skin, perky breasts, womanly hips, with a cute little backside and the most gorgeous blue eyes anyone lucky enough to see her have ever seen.
She kissed the boys on the cheek and they ran into the school. Then she'd get into her car oh so seductively, as if she knew I were watching. I was infatuated. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I'd watch her get into that car, almost in slow motion, then the door would slam shut and reality would punch me in the face.
Watching her was like the best cup of coffee, the best way to start the day. I was enamored by the way she carried herself, with all her beauty. I feel like she knows all the men around were watching her every move, as if it were a daily 5 minute TV show for all to drool over.
Sometimes she'd wear sweats, maybe something nicer because she had to go out after dropping the kids off, and of course my favorite, in the warmer weather she'd be in some short shorts, a tight t-shirt or tank top and some flip flops to show off the cute little toes with her toe ring, almost like she'd just rolled out of bed. But even that was a great look.
If only I could be the one rolling out of bed with her. Every morning, I got to see her, I'd go home, and then patiently wait until the next morning, just so I could see her again. I spent weekends going through withdrawals. Today, for some reason, felt different...
This morning, I pulled up to the school, gave my nephews some hi-fives, let them go into the school and pulled across the street to my usual viewing post for the eye candy. I threw on my sunglasses, as always, despite it being a little drab in the sky, just to hide the fact that my eyes were fixed on her.
Right on schedule, she pulls up, the kids come out and she follows with kisses for each of them and closes the door behind that beautiful ass of hers. Today, she must've been going somewhere fancy as she was wearing the tightest mini skirt that accentuated her pert behind, some adorable peep toed heels that showed a bit of her sexy feet and an almost see-through blouse that showed just enough cleavage to make any mouth water. She also sported some dark, fashionable shades today. I'm guessing to fit the look because she looked so great today.
Then, today she actually looked in my direction. She usually just closed the door, and sped off. But she looked my way today, wearing those shades and I could've sworn we made eye contact, yet I had no way of knowing what exactly she was looking at, for we were both wearing sunglasses. I immediately felt a swarm of emotions, but embarrassment had the best of me today and I quickly lifted up an old newspaper to feign reading it.
By the time I looked again, she was gone. Or so I thought. I put the car in reverse, I turned my head and placed my right hand behind the passenger's seat to start backing out of the spot and leave, but there she was. Right behind me.
She put the car in park, and opened her door. She began to walk towards my car on the sidewalk. My head followed her as she walked to my window. My jaw was beginning to drop when she softly knocked. I couldn't believe this was happening.
I looked down first at her glorious tits through my Ray Bans, with nipples that just began to stiffen as a slight breeze blew through. Then up at her face that looked almost angelic with a slight shine, behind her head, of the sun peeking through the clouds before going back into hiding again.
"Good morning," she said. "I've noticed you've been here almost every day. Do you actually drop off your kids or do you come here for the show?"
"I, uh, drop off my nephews to help my sister out. What show are you talking about?" I replied.
"You know what I'm talking about. No one wears sunglasses on a day like today unless you don't want someone to notice you're looking."
Gulp. "Well, you're one to talk. You're wearing some shades right now too", I hastily answered. "What's it to you?"
I stopped in my head for a second and began screaming at myself internally for being such an asshole.
"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh" she began. "I wasn't trying to start trouble. I'm wearing them because I wanted you to see how it feels when someone's staring at you without trying to be noticed. The sunglasses, on a day like today, makes it more obvious."
I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to say. I blurted out a quick "Sorry", tried to regain my bearings and get away. I let my foot off the break, slammed on the gas and SLAM. I had backed right into her car! "Holy shit! What did I just do!?!" In my haste to get away, I forgot I had put the car in reverse, and never put it back when she walked over. Boy, was I absentminded. But it was her fault. She distracted me!
There was no major damage to my car, except a couple of scratches. But her car was a different story . The impact must've pushed half of the trunk into the back seat. I don't even know how this happened. I wasn't hurt, and I quickly exited my vehicle to check on her and her vehicle. She stood there on the sidewalk, laughing uncontrollably. I was shocked. I just rammed my car into hers. That wouldn't be the only thing I'd be ramming.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry." I muttered. "I can't believe I just did that."
In between laughs she was able to spurt out "Its...hahaha...fine...don't worry...haha...about it.."
I could not believe she was laughing so hard. After she had the chance to laugh it off, she suddenly stopped.
"Shit! I forgot my wallet at home. Would you mind just driving to my house, I live just a few streets away. We can exchange info there."
At first, I didn't even want to exchange info. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The whole thing was my fault, and I knew it! I was mortified with what just happened. "Sure, if that's what you need to do." I answered.
I followed her to her house, which really was only a few streets away. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just have her kids walk. That's besides the point. So, I followed behind her, in her driveway and I got out of my car with my insurance card, license and registration in hand. She pointed towards her front porch, following her lead, watching her supple ass move up her stairs with a slight but sexy jiggle. I tried hard to hide my excitement in my pants but I knew my hard on was showing. I felt the head of my rod press tightly against my sweats. We came to her door, which she opened and she led me inside.
"Here, have a seat," she said as she pulled out a chair from her dining table in the kitchen. "Let me go get my purse in the bedroom." I sat there, and waited before she shrieked, "Fuck!"
She came from down the dark hall and said, "I must've locked my bedroom door on the way out earlier. Do yo think you could help me out?" she continued as she grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. What the hell was I doing here? I'm not a locksmith. How could I possibly help her out? My first thought was to just grab a hammer and break the door knob to get in. I didn't know what I was in for.
As we walked, she pointed towards her room and the door was closed. "There, it's that one," she said. I walked towards the door, grabbed the knob and turned. It opened! I turned to look at her with a puzzled look on my face and before I could say anything, I was pushed into the room and forced, well not forced, but forced onto the bed.