Yard Work

When I was a kid (pre-teen I think) I was over at a friend's house for a weekend. My parents must have been out of town. It was a lot of fun and games, however, being the weekend, there was yard work to be done. I was helping the mom plant small shrubs in the back yard. She had on a terrycloth type top with shoulder straps and evidently nothing on under it. As she was leaning over working on a something I caught a glimpse down the front of her top - as it was directly in-front of me. There, on full display, were my first ever pair of boobs. Experience has since told me that they were the biggest I'd ever see - but they were the first. Shaking and dangling mere inches away. There were plenty of plants to be planted and I was now more than willing to lend a hand. We stopped for lunch and it was all I could do to not stare at her chest. Looking her in the eyes was very liberating at that moment - if not excruciating.

Memories of that day lived with me for many years and aided in many masturbatory moments. I had not recalled it for quite a while - until finding this line of stories. I am happy that I have.
Nitecrawler99 Nitecrawler99
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May 18, 2012