Eden and Emma went to go play with own things or something while I headed to my room. I figured now was as good a time as any to open my stash of stolen Playboys and jerk off to some titties.
It was a little over a week later when I found myself in front of Miss McNeil’s house. It was a Saturday, and I’d much rather be zoned out in front of the TV right now. But my mom had ordered me to go help our neighbor with some housework and being a “nice” young man, I obediently went to help… AGAIN.
At least this time I really HAD grown another eighth of an inch. But I figured I’d better get to at least 5’9” and three-quarters before claiming I was 5’10”. 5’9” and an eighth just didn’t have the same ring to it.
“Hi, Ben.” Miss McNeil smiled at me and I swear I saw another flash of something in her green eyes when she opened the door. I’d also been hoping for another glimpse of her big tits, but unfortunately, this time she was wearing a thick house robe that obscured everything from view.
I hefted the tool box in my left hand and said, “Hi Miss McNeil. Mom said you needed some help?”
“Yes, Ben. Come on in.” She stood back and let me into the house, closing the door behind us. “The towel bar in the bathroom fell off and I’m not sure how to put it back.”
“Oh, that’ll be easy.” I’d already fixed two towel bars in my own house. I let Miss McNeil lead the way and it turned out, we were going into the same bathroom I’d been in the last time. Sure enough, one of the brackets had fallen off when the screws came loose from the wall, and the towel bar was tilted at a slight angle from where the remaining bracket still anchored it.
“How’s that scratch, Ben?” Miss McNeil asked while I surveyed the damage.
Automatically, I looked at my arm. “Oh, that’s already gone. I told you it was nothing.”
“Really? Let me see.” Miss McNeil was suddenly beside me and pushing on my shoulder, and the next thing I knew she’d sat me down on the toilet seat. Reaching out with one arm, she then pulled the step-stool over and sat down on it. Only then did I realize that her robe had come loose, and she had on the exact same white, V-necked baby-T that she’d been wearing last week.
Then, taking my arm, Miss McNeil made a big show of inspecting every millimeter of skin on my arm to look for traces of the old welt, leaning forward in her seat so that once again, I had a simply WONDERFUL view down the front of her shirt.
Like magnets, the pair of gorgeous breasts drew my attention and held it. And while Miss McNeil continued moving my arm around, I continued staring at her tits.
The view of her creamy breasts had the expected effect on my crotch.
I was so enraptured with the sight of those heavenly globes that I didn’t even realize that a full five minutes had passed. I barely blinked, afraid to lose even a moment of available tit-viewing. And only after those five minutes did I realize that Miss McNeil wasn’t even looking at my arm anymore. She was staring at the tent in my shorts.
I was wearing a different pair of cargo shorts this time, but the material was no more effective at obscuring my erection. When I finally managed to pull my gaze away from Miss McNeil’s breasts so that I could see where she was looking, I began to examine her face.
Her skin was flushed a soft pink, and I could see small beads of sweat forming in her hair line. She was panting softly, very softly, and those bright green eyes were simply locked onto my crotch as firmly as my eyes had just recently been locked onto her chest.
“Can I see it?” Miss McNeil said just barely above a whisper.
“Huh?”
“Can I see it? I haven’t seen one in over three years.” Her pink tongue snaked out and rapidly licked across her upper lip. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. And with her youthful face absent of makeup and her wide-eyed expression, I could almost believe this gorgeous brunette was just another hot Senior-class chick or a college girl at the oldest. She was just another pretty girl with whom I might want to get naked.
I realized that my heart had already begun beating faster as I ogled the tops of Miss McNeil’s breasts. But now, my heart was thumping even harder in my chest and I found myself suddenly paralyzed with fear. Did she really want to see my dick?
“Uh, I’m not sure,” I began nervously. “I mean, I’ve never really been naked in front of a girl, Miss McNeil.”
“Would it help if I took off my shirt?” She asked quickly and her eyes darted up into mine.
My eyes flew open and my hormones answered way before my brain could react. “Hell, yeah!” I exclaimed.
Then before I could even blink, Miss McNeil shrugged her arms out of the robe and then crossed her arms down before whipping the T-shirt off, leaving her upper body clad only in that lacey white bra I’d been glimpsing. She bit her lip and then started glancing back and forth between my crotch and my face.
For a second, I just stared at her breasts encased in the bra, seeing just how the titflesh strained to be freed from the confining fabric. In fact, the bra seemed to be a little too tight, the edges of the bra cups denting in her breasts slightly while the rest of her boobs tried to spill over the top ever so slightly. And the sight had my heart absolutely racing.
Now sure, I’d seen this much of a live pair of tits before. Many of the girls had bikinis that covered far less. But none of those girls had been just a foot away and there was something inherently… sexier… about a bra compared to a bikini top. The fact that a bra wasn’t meant to be seen in public made the sight just so much more alluring.
Miss McNeil whimpered and stared at my crotch again, which shook me from my reverie. I was taking too long before showing her my cock. So my hands immediately went to the clasp of my shorts and I started to pull them off…
… but then I stopped. An idea had come to my head and I threw caution to the wind. “Wait, I’m guessing you want to see my dick naked.”
She just nodded hurriedly.
“Well, it’s only fair then if you take your bra off too, right?”
Without hesitation, Miss McNeil quickly reached behind her back, flipped the catch, and then shrugged out of the bra. My brain went into slow motion then, and my pupils dilated as wide as possible as the white fabric slowly descended down the curves of her breasts. My breath caught as the dusky pink areola came into view, followed shortly by eraser-hard nipples. And then, the white fabric fell off into thin air as the bra slowly collapsed into her lap.
I was so stunned and shocked by the sight of my first ever pair of adult naked tits that my hands started twitching and my mouth gaped as I ogled away to my heart’s content.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Miss McNeil whined when it was clear my body had gone rigid and that I wasn’t about to continue removing my shorts anytime soon. She quickly batted my hands away and finished unbuttoning me herself, unzipping me and then grabbing both the shorts and my boxers and then tugging fiercely down my legs.
Almost immediately, my seven-inch (and three-eighths) dick sprang out and bounced off my belly before wobbling to a standstill at roughly a 75-degree angle from my crotch. My new dick had come with the growth spurt and after glancing around the locker room at school, I knew I’d gotten a pretty good one. That pride coupled with the idea that it was naked in front of a pretty girl had my cock absolutely rock hard.
“Ohhh…” Miss McNeil moaned as my prick came into view. Her mouth opened and again, her tongue snaked out to lick across her upper lip. And then once she pulled my shorts down to my ankles with my bare ass on top of the toilet seat cover, she extended her hands towards my swaying member.