Finally I just left it off, my breasts sag some of course but not badly, plus I have managed to stay trim and snug from riding my bike so much. I looked carefully at the woman I saw in the mirror. Long gone was the 15 pounds extra I had battled for years, the tricks that I had learned with makeup and hair, decent clothing blessed the better parts of my image, and hid the flaws.
My body looked at least to me like that of a woman much younger, my 36 "C" cup breasts and 26 inch waist matched perfectly in my own mind. My legs were solid from hours of biking, something I kept up after the move at a nearby park with several miles of bike paths.
Spectacular? No, and I knew I never would be that, but attractive I felt sure of. Men sometimes looked at me now in a way I had never known in my younger years.
I even slipped on a frilly white thong, normally I wear simple panties but I was in one of those moods. We women are not supposed to say it, we aren't supposed to ever let it show, but I was horny, plain and simple.
Touching myself helped, but it just was not the same. Somewhere out there was a man, I was past the point of needing romance first.
"Cougar!" I told myself in my mind, then I laughed.
I took my Impala, and drove all the way up to Portland, to the little neighborhood bar where my friend Pam works. Of course I could have gone anywhere but the familiar surroundings would be helpful.
"Damn, girl! Are you trolling or what? You look great!" Pam gushed, the instant I walked in.
I laughed and blushed slightly, I guess I did look like one of those Cougars I hear about. Pam of course always looks like she is on the prowl, I have come to understand that it is part of her job. Pam is very good at offering her male customers accidental peeks, the shorts she often wears could be paint.
She told me once that sometimes her tips are enormous, and I learned to tell when she was out to make some extra cash, because one heck of a lot of Pam would be on display.
She slid me a glass of juice, sticking a straw in it to make it look like it was a drink of some kind. I almost never drink alcohol.
"So what's been going on, do you like the new job?" She asked me.
I explained about that, and described my new Condo. Then I told her about the man I had been watching.
Pam snickered, jokingly said something about coming down to see me for a visit, her grin huge.
"So what are you doing all the way back up here?" She asked.
"I just wanted to be where I knew someone." I told her.
"Need to hook up, honey?" She grinned at me some more.
Pam never was one for pulling any punches much, part of what I liked about her.
I guess I blushed but I also nodded. Pam just grinned, then she leaned in close.
"See that guy on the end, the one in the leather jacket?"
I looked, a man sat there with both hands wrapped around his drink, he seemed to be deep in thought. He did look nice though.
"Yea, what's the deal with him?"
"Beats me, he has been coming in the last few nights. He buys one drink, sits for an hour or two, then he leaves. Never hits on anybody. Just your type!"
"Probably gay." I muttered.
"Don't think so, hell, worth a shot." She stepped away to serve some drinks to a couple that walked in.
I looked the man's direction a few times, thinking I might just give him a big smile but all he did was stare at his glass. Another man came up to me and tried to strike up a conversation but he was obviously drunk and I was in no mood for any of that.
Several times I made the attempt to catch the other man's eye, I failed miserably. Here I was dressed to the nine's, and he didn't even notice me. I hate that.
I drove back home in a depressed mood, I really was not sure what I had been thinking. I even peeked out at the place next door but the lights were out.
The next few days I did my best to stay busy to keep my mind off what had been going on in the apartment across the walkway. It was terrible to be peeking at someone in their private moments, there had to be something wrong with me. I managed to not do that at all over the next few days.
Then Sunday came and I saw the Sun was out. It was actually fairly warm, so I went down to the garden area. I sat at one of the tables, reading a romance novel, letting the sunlight strike me.
"Hello!" a strong male voice came from right behind me, I almost jumped out of my skin.
I turned, it was him.
"Oh, hello. Nice day out, isn't it?"
"Yes. I looked out and saw you, I thought I would come down and introduce myself, I'm Nathan."
"Sally." He held out his hand, I shook it, noticing his grip was strong, his hands rough from some kind of work. He had a book in his other hand.
"Mind if I sit here?" He waved the hand with the book towards the other seat.
"Sure, that is fine." I realized I was having troubles meeting his gaze, but a waft of pleasure at being noticed swept over me.
"You live right across from me, don't you?" he asked, sitting down.
"Yes, I guess so."
"I thought so, I caught a glimpse of you the day I first moved in." He smiled a lazy smile. I suddenly felt like I wanted to run.
"I got careless, you saw me didn't you?" I realized his eyes were blue.
"Yes, I am sorry, I didn't mean to." I was now blushing furiously.
"It's OK. I didn't mind, in fact, it was exciting." He grinned again.
"I really didn't mean anything, I am sorry." I jumped up, now totally embarrassed. It was bad enough that I had been deliberately peeping at him but now I knew that he knew I was.
I made it back to my Condo and got safely inside, I was trembling. I left the curtains tightly shut, the next day I went to work normally.
That night I had barely gotten home when the intercom buzzed. It was the front gate, they had a delivery for me.
"Be right down." I told them. They handed me one of the prettiest bouquets I had ever seen in my life. I carried it back, set it down and picked up the tiny sealed note. All it said on the outside was my name.
"My apologies if I upset you, but I really don't mind that such a lovely lady sees me." It was signed, "Nathan."
I grinned to myself, this man was certainly forward. I looked at the huge double windows, on impulse I walked over and looked out. The window was dark, no one was home, but the curtains were fully open.
I laughed at that, went in and took a shower, then made dinner. Later, I walked into my living room. On impulse, I looked out. The light was on but Nathan was not in sight. I pulled the cord, lifted my curtains all the way.
It was over a half hour before I saw him walk in, he was fully dressed. He looked out the window at me sitting there in my chair, then he lifted one hand and waved.
I waved back. He just stood there smiling. That was almost as strange as when he was walking back and forth or sitting in the chair naked.
I stood up, went over to the windows, planning to let the curtains fall. I glanced up at him, he was still standing there with a smile on his face. I felt myself flush, then my hands went to the front of my blouse with a mind of their own. I tripped a button, then another. I saw his hands come up to his shirt, he did the same. Good lord, what was I doing?
Finally at just the last button, I hesitated. He undid his last one, slipped his shirt off and let it fall. I tripped the last button, let my own blouse fall to the floor. I had on a thin and frilly bra I had bought. We stood there looking at each other, not a dozen feet apart across the narrow pathway. Since our units were on the upper floors, no one could see either of us. My breath quickened, began to come in short little gasps.
His hands went down to his belt, I wasn't wearing one. Instead, I undid the metal clip at my waist. I let my slacks fall to the floor, stepped out of them just as he stepped out of his.
I was wearing a matching pair of panties, he had nothing at all underneath. Nathan stood there with that same silly smile, completely naked, his penis already jutting straight out. He clas
ped his hands behind his neck, thrust his pelvis forward obscenely. His body was trim and muscular, hairless.
It was like something I saw just one time, when I was with a group of girls and we all ended up at a night club with male strippers. They had been so blatant, I had tried to not look but found myself unable not to.
I reached back and tripped my bra clasp, let it slide forward. Nathan had his erection in his hand by now, holding it outward in my direction. My breasts came bare, I reached down and lifted them, displaying them for him. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up with his free hand. My nipples crinkled up, I felt a flush of heat pour through my body, I knew I was out of any kind of control.
My loins had already flooded with moisture, I could feel the dampness between my legs.
"My God, what am I doing?" I thought, as my hands pressed the pantie down and off my hips. I stood there naked before him, Nathan took a step forward. He couldn't come any closer, he was already almost against the window. His penis was completely erect, pointing almost straight up. My hands dropped down, stroked my moist lips. I used my fingers to spread my lips, realizing he could only see my pubic hair that had long since grown back in if I did not. I even had to lift slightly up on my tiptoes to make sure since the lower portion of the windowsill was level with my groin.
"This is crazy!" I thought, just as my first orgasm wafted over me. I felt my legs wanting to buckle but I managed to stay standing, then I saw the jets burst forth from his cock, that set me off again and another powerful wave flooded me.
Nathan grinned and walked away out of sight, leaving me standing there with both hands pressed tightly between my legs. I waited, he didn't come back. My knees trembled from what I had just done.
Finally I turned and went in and took another shower. Nathan was sitting in his chair, still naked when I returned. I finished off drying myself, tossed the towel into one of the other chairs and sat down myself.
It was like we were a couple, just sitting around the living room with no clothes on. But Nathan was in his home and I was in mine. We sat like that the rest of the evening, finally it was time for bed so I stood up. I grinned and waved at him, then went in to bed.
I left the living room lights on.
The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that. I now undressed the moment I got home, Nathan did the same, normally arriving a half hour after I did.
Weekend came again, another Sunny day. I went down to the garden, half expecting Nathan to show up. I was not disappointed.
"Hello." He said.
"Hi." I answered, thinking I sounded a little meek.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked.
"I don't mind." I sat there expecting him to say something, anything about what we had been doing, he didn't. I really expected him to suggest the next step, sex of course. I was halfway ready for that, also, all he would have needed to do was suggest it in a nice way.
He didn't. We sat and read our books, then he got up to go.
"See you later?" He asked, his stress was on the word "See."
"Yes." I smiled, not quite able to meet his eyes.
"Good." Then he walked away.
"OK." Was all I managed. Weird, so crazily weird. I tried again to read my book but all I could do was stare unseeing at the page.
I left my curtains down when I got home, spending time with make work. I cleaned, put items away, anything to keep my hands busy, my mind off what had been going on. I needed to get myself back into control, for several days I had felt a mix of passion and shame.
None of that was me, not really. At least I thought it was not.
This was all insane, Nathan was a blatant exhibitionist, yet I didn't think that I was, not really. I had done some things in the past, those were in moments where I felt in control though. I have always had that deep down need to be in control. This situation was not in my control, it was like he was leading and I was following.
I really had exposed my bare breasts, my most secret spots, not to a lover, that would be completely different. Rather to a man who was a stranger, who had done the same. This was terrible, dangerous, illicit.
I was not winning the inner battle, I kept telling myself that this was wrong but my body was wanting him to look, to see me. The vision of his big solid penis, erect and swollen kept filling my mind.
Finally I gave up, walked to my curtain and looked out, expecting him to be there, waiting. His light was on, but the curtains were drawn. I waited, not sure why but I did. Nothing happened, finally I went to bed.
For the next several weeks, each time I peeked out the curtains were drawn. I got up each day and went to work, shuffling patients to different sections, doing my job. I did several hires, one was a young woman named Alma, I offered her the position of being my personal assistant after looking over her resume. She had all of the skills I needed, and it only took a week for her to fit in perfectly.
Alma was only 30, and a very pretty young woman, well built. She dressed attractively but businesslike. Her fingers flashed across a computer keyboard faster than anyone I had ever seen before, she soon knew where every file was and folders appeared in seconds when I asked for them.
Alma quickly became much more than an employee, someone on staff. She became a friend, which of course I know very well is something I should not allow. An employee can be discharged easily should the need arise, a friend adds complications.
But she was so good at her job, so efficient I could not see how that concern would ever be a problem for me.
We began to catch lunch together, visit, things developed into girl talk. One day I mentioned to her that there was a man in one of the nearby apartments that exposed himself to me. I saw her ears perk up at that, I carefully didn't mention the rest though.
"Did you call the police?" Alma asked me.
"No. He is in a completely different section, I just saw him out my window."
"But he was doing it deliberately?"
"Yes, I am sure of that."
"God. I saw that once myself, at a beach. A guy was sitting there wearing a bathing suit with those baggy legs, his thing was just poking down, right there in front of me."
"What did you do?" I asked her.
"Nothing. Then he saw me looking, and it started to get bigger. It made me kinda hot, really. He was doing it deliberately." Alma giggled at that.
I laughed with her, took a sip of my tea.
"I don't know why that got me going but I practically raped my boyfriend that night!"
"Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend." I said.
"You shouldn't have any trouble at all, you look really good. Why don't you?"
"Work gets in the way, after my husband died It took me a long time to get over that."
"Well, you should date, it would be good for you."
"Maybe, if anyone ever asked me." I laughed.
That was all that was said, but it got me to thinking. Alma had said that her own incident seeing a man, a total stranger expose himself had gotten her excited, just like had happened to me.
I knew about those types of activities of course. My late husband would easily become wildly aroused if I dressed in a way to tease or offer accidental peeks. One time I had deliberately exposed myself completely to him and one of his friends in our home, thinking perhaps it would be enough, that he just might make me stop.
He didn't, rather, he became so excited he and I ended up making love right in front of the other man. Oddly, that also excited me beyond belief.
I would have sworn that it was something I could never do, and even though I did do that, it still was like a dream rather than a reality.
Realizing that Alma admitted her own excitement in a situation similar somehow helped me cope, I felt a bit less shameful.
The other thing that popped into my head was her comment about it being on a beach. It had been a very long time since I had a real vacation. One nice part about my job is that I am also in charge of that, I knew that Alma could handl
e my office for a few days so I made a phone call and booked a room at a city down by the coast.
The weather report predicted sunny days and temperatures in the low 60's, not exactly bikini weather but I had enjoyed walking the sandy beaches before, especially following storms, and the resort I booked at had an inside heated pool.
With the weather predicted to be nice, I drove the Corvette. A very cute young man opened the door for me when I arrived, he seemed excited at the prospect of getting to drive the machine, even if it was just to park it in the lower parking garage.
"One scratch and you die!" I teased him, handing him a five dollar bill.
"Yes, Miss, I will be very careful!" He told me, then his eyes fell to my breasts. He looked quickly away, I had on a very thin patterned blouse and no bra, I knew he got a glimpse of my nipples through the cloth because his youthful face turned bright red.
I grinned, picked up my purse and went inside. Things like that tickle me, I suppose any woman likes to be noticed. Besides, he was really cute.
"Miss." He had called me. I smiled to myself at that, I was sure he was not a day over 20.
The room was very nice, it had a small balcony which overlooked the pool area. It was deserted. I put the few items I had brought along away, then slipped on my bikini to go down and get some Sun. I picked up my wrap, not wanting to be walking down the hallway in just my sunning suit.
By the pool, I selected a lawn chair and settled back, reading my book. It wasn't overly warm, or cool either, it was perfect. A couple of times I spread some lotion on my arms and body carefully so as not to end up burned. There was no one else out there, a bit of a surprise.
At one point I slept.
Voices woke me up, I could hear two young men talking, they were behind a large above ground planter that separated an inner patio area from the pool.
"...must be rich, that car has to cost a hundred grand!" One of them said.
"Naw, half that I think." The other one said.
"Still, she is something else. I could see her tits right through the..." His voice faded as he turned or something.
"Really? Wish I could see them. Probably a cougar on the make." They both laughed at that.
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