I was in the kitchen this afternoon when I heard a knock at my front door. I had been expecting company, so I was dressed accordingly.
Now when I say I was dressed for company, I should point out that I was expecting a certain gentleman to come by and be anything but gentle with me. I was wearing a semi-see through top that was pretty low-cut, showing off my ample bosom.
I was also wearing heels and a short, frilly skirt that moved as I walked. If you could see through my skirt, you'd find me wearing a pair of sexy panties that would definitely make an appearance today, and soon I would hope.
I looked at the clock and saw that he was early, not that I minded. A little extra time would always work for me.
As I walked, I could hear the click-clack of my high heels on the kitchen tile. Sure, I had wanted to have drinks ready for him, but we could find some way to make it work, I'm sure.
I paused at the door, smiled, and patted down my skirt, then opened the door. "You're early, and I…" I looked at the person standing there. It was my neighbor, who lived a couple of doors down.
"I'm… I'm… sorry…" He was stumbling over his words, nervously seeing my cleavage and trying his hardest not to stare.
"Sorry, I was expecting someone else."
"I… I... I'm sorry." The poor boy was so shy. He was a sweet kid. I'd seen him helping his mother around for the last year or so. She needed help since his dad passed away a few months ago. I had heard he had even delayed college so he could continue to help.
And while that was admirable, it was so sad that he was so socially shy. He could be cute with a little work.
"Mom needs some sugar… we ran out…"
"Oh, I've done that before. No big deal, let me get some for you. Do you know how much you need?"
"A half cup, please... I'll pay you back."
"Don't worry, honey," I said, walking back to the kitchen. I paused. "Come on in, let's not let the cold air out."
He smiled and walked in, looking around. "You have a nice house."
"Thank you." I realized he was still by the front door. "Come on in. It's okay."
The boy who should have been in college was nervously following me, unsure of what to do. Unsure how to speak to a woman.
I got him the sugar he needed, and a bit more, so he wouldn't have to come visit if he didn't want to, and put it in a plastic cup so he could easily take it home to his mother.
I saw him staring at my tits… I mean, they were basically on display, so why not, but still.
"You know, it's usually not polite to stare…"
"I… uh… what?" I had shaken him out of his stupor, and started to realize that I had caught him.
"Look, sometimes a girl wants you to look, sometimes she doesn't. But never stare unless she invites you to."
"How, how do I know what to do?"
I walked up close. "If you see a girl dressed like I am right now, out in public, then you can look. Just don't stare. We want to be seen and appreciated, not ogled."
He nodded his head, but I took a step closer.
"Did she dress like this for you?" I paused and seductively smiled at him. "I'm having a friend come over. I want him to stare at my body. I want even more than that. And if he doesn't at least stare, I'd be disappointed."
"He'd have to be blind," he said with a cautious smile.
"Yes, he would… but I didn't invite you over, did I?"
He shook his head, trying to look me in the eyes, but kept glancing at my cleavage, hoping he'd see more, I'm sure.
"Well, then you shouldn't be staring, since this isn't for you, unless I do something obvious to let you know that I want you to stare at me, or at least parts of me."
I had closed the distance between us so I was just a step or two from him.
"First, answer my question and tell me the truth. Have you ever seen a girl's breasts in real life?"
I reached up and cupped my breasts in front of him.
"Thank you for being honest. And remember, just because you can look, doesn't mean you can touch."
As he started to talk, I moved my hands from cupping my breasts to pulling my top down, exposing my breasts to him.
His mouth fell open, as my breasts fell out of my top. I held myself there for him, fondling my own breasts, making my nipples nice and hard. "Do you think I want you to stare now?"
"I sure hope so," he said, staring at a pair of breasts for the first time.
"Don't worry, I do. And this was clearly something I did to make sure you'd pay attention to them."
I kept holding my breast, and I'm sure he wanted to reach out in touch them, but he was holding himself back.
"You're a good kid, and I feel you've been repressed for too long." I stepped closer and pulled his head into my bosom, letting him rest it between my breasts. "If you want to learn more about being with a woman, maybe I can teach you, but only if you follow the rules."
"I will… I will." He said anxiously.
"That's my guest for this afternoon. So you need to leave out the back door." I handed him his cup of sugar.
"But text me if you're free tomorrow… maybe I can put on a show for you so you can stare, or do more if you dare," I teased, as I put my breasts away to ensure he left.
He was disappointed for sure, but I knew I'd be hearing from him soon. And I love a willing student that I can teach how to please a woman.
I finished tucking myself away and walked to the door, hearing that click-clack sound again. I felt the wetness between my legs. If nothing else, he got my engine ready for this afternoon, and I was ready to play.
