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By Fred Suggs (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)


Mrs. Pendleton, a longtime widow, has developed a self righteous, critical attitude in order to make up for the henpecking she had subjected her erstwhile other half to. As a teenager I had noticed more than once, the careless way she alighted from a car revealing shapely creamy white thighs above her seamed nylon stockings. I once glimpsed her pink silk panties and the unfastened suspender of her garter belt. Despite her usual proper demeanor I had a feeling this was no accident but. In my junior year of college I decided to make my move.

Mrs. Pendleton sat across from me at the doctor's office and crossed her legs for the twelfth time. It would have excited me more to see that white expanse of thigh above the bale of her nylon stocking had I not been feeling so lousy. The flu has a way of taking away the urge to enjoy such a display to the fullest.

It, too, was a sight not unfamiliar to me. Since her husband had passed away nearly three years ago Mrs. Pendleton seemed always in a state of sexual agitation when in the presence of a lone male. This is not to say she was a tease but she was, a tease, in fact. Despite the fact she was somewhat of a plain woman, fortyish, bespectacled, she possessed a rather shapely body and downright beautiful legs. She did, it seems, have a penchant to display those lovely legs, and more, at the opportune moment.

By opportune I mean she was careful no other females were present to view this display of intimate bare flesh, nor more than those males she intended to tantalize. Having known her for sometime and having been the lucky recipient of her not so subtle largesse of exposure many times I feel it is fair to regard her as a tease.

The fact she had not secured a suitable replacement for the departed Mr. Pendleton, I believe, was her pedantic habit of offering unsolicited advice and her busybody attitude concerning others' affairs especially her intolerance of other people's behavior, by that I mean their personal quirks. Everyone has habits that are annoying to someone and are usually overlooked or at least tolerated. Mrs. Pendleton seldom let such a mannerism or style of dress, etc. go by unnoticed, though.

It was shortly after Mrs. Pendleton had entered the doctor's office and sat down across from me that another lady, an acquaintance of hers came in. While this lady checked in at the receptionist window Mrs. Pendleton demurely pulled her too short skirt lower to almost cover her knees. She flashed a smile at me as I noticed this sudden token of modesty. I glanced over the magazine I was pretending to read and smiled back.

When the other lady sat down next to her she began a short tirade on the mischievous youngsters of another woman they both knew. Mrs. Pendleton, childless herself, thought herself an expert on the care and feeding of other's offspring. The urge to put the solicitous Mrs. Pendleton in her place grew. I hoped to have that chance someday. Shortly thereafter the ladies began comparing symptoms.

Mrs. Pendleton embarked on a rather lubricious description of a minor gynelogical problem she was experiencing. This in whispers but loud enough for me to hear. The other lady appeared somewhat embarrassed and tried to change the subject. I thought about this and the fact that after I had received the treatment for my flu and left the doctor's inner office that doctor would be examining dear Mrs. Pendleton's pussy in all its glory. I glanced at his examination table and imagined what it would be like. Sure, his nurse would be present and sure she would be discretely covered otherwise but it was a fascinating thought otherwise.

I yearned to examine more than Mrs. Pendleton's pussy and I did not intend to be henpecked in the manner poor Mr. Pendleton had been. How to do it? What chance would I get and did I dare make such a move? My chance came soon and crazy as it might seem I determined to tame the busybody lady and to enjoy her and show her the enjoyment she so obviously needed.

My chance came soon enough. It was spring break of my junior year of college. I was working part time at a department store at the east side shopping center of the city where I lived at the time. Mrs. Pendleton had purchased a number of items just before I was to leave work and I helped her load them into her car when she had checked them out. I was just returning to the store when I noticed she had trouble starting the vehicle.

It was an older model prone to such difficulties and though exasperating to her it was no problem to get going again. I told her to wait a few minutes and I would follow her home in case the problem re developed. I clocked out at the store and proceeded to follow her home. There I helped her to unload and helped her unpack and hang a sizable mirrors she had bought at the store. She seemed reluctant for me to leave.

"Would you like to stay a while? I can have a meal on the table in no time," she said. I was not in the mood for food at the time and did have to get back to my place. "Could I have a rain check on that?" I replied. "Surely," she said. It was shortly after that I was invited to the pool party.

The pool party was an adult affair and there were only a couple other people my age in attendance. One male the other female. They took a liking to each other right away and I became Mr. Odd Man Out, sort of. The occasion was intended to provide a showcase for singles and the effort sponsored by one of the matchmaker ladies of the town. Mrs. Pendleton had suggested me to the hostess as a guest but a couple of the late teen early twenties guests had not shown.

Mrs. Pendleton did not fare any better and we became a couple by default. To say the dear lady was able to show a lot of skin at this affair would be an understatement. Though she did not wear a thong the "teenie weenie bikini" designation would not be an inappropriate description for her attire.

I would rather she had not but Mrs. Pendleton felt it necessary to extol my mechanical ability and how handy it had been for her I had been there in her moment of need at the store. I rather wished she had kept the incident to herself, but that was not Mrs. Pendleton.

As luck would have it Mrs. Pendleton had taken her car to the shop to have it rehabilitated and had hitched a ride with one of the other attendees to the party. A lady, who luck would have it, left early. I, of course, lent my services as taxi driver for her at the conclusion of the soiree. In the meantime I feasted on the lady's bare charms. She was really very attractive in a slutty sort of way. She looked a lot younger, almost pretty, without the wire-rimmed glasses she usually wore. It was obvious she took care of herself, her body still fairly tight and well toned.

She was not accustomed to wearing a bathing suit and being exposed to the sun's rays it was obvious, She applied sunscreen liberally to her pale skin and spent a lot of time under one of the umbrellas at poolside. I longed to help her apply the sunscreen but did not dare. Nor did I spend too much time in her immediate presence. The time dragged before I could take her home.

It was late evening and the sun was near setting when I nosed my old Ford Mustang out of the drive and into the traffic of Rt. 36. The rush hour traffic was just beginning to thin out and it was a pleasant trip out of that part of town. The lady was wearing street clothes by now, her short skirt hiked high.

"Why don't you take off your glasses Mrs. Pendleton, and your hat? You are very attractive you know. Just let your hair blow in the breeze." I had lowered the top on the old convertible.

She seemed a bit bemused by this-perhaps a little embarrassed by what I said.

"Why Freddie, I didn't think you'd noticed."

"I noticed all right."

"If you don't mind I'd like to take you on a little side trip if you have time." She said she did have time but I noticed she was growing a little nervous.

Talbot Hill was a teen hangout for lovers. I don't think she had heard of it. It was just another place to get a spectacular view of the city to most people. To those who used it's magic it was a popular trysting place. Mrs. Pendleton not having children much less teenagers was unaware of its significance.

She liked it. There was no one else there this early, perhaps after the movie at the old drive in theatre or the skating party, there would be. This was midweek, though, and we had the place by ourselves. She sat on the front fender of my car remarked that as long as she had lived here she had not heard of the place.

"Well, if you'd gone to school here you'd have known about it. It's where young people come---you know to----" She knew and blushed. "Did you ever come here, Freddie---for that?"

"I'm here now," I replied. "With you."

She seemed to be coming a little unglued at that retort. She blanched a little pale through the slight suntan she had acquired at the pool. I noticed her hand trembling almost imperceptibly.

"I think we'd better go now," she ventured. "Of course if you don't want to." She looked at me a little pleadingly, maybe a little scared. "You know you don't have to. I just thought it was something we both wanted. I know I want you."

She looked at me not scared anymore but with a look of indecision on her face, if there is such a thing. "I can't, I just can't. I've never---"

"You're just a tease then, that's it isn't it?" There was a momentary look of anger in her eyes. Then she turned her face to the side. "You know what you do, what you've done to me many times."

"It was just for fun. I get a little kick out of showing--"she admitted. Her voice trailed off to a whisper. Her breathing had become increasingly ragged and her eyes were completely downcast. I was afraid she might panic. "Look at me," I said. She looked, warily at first. "It's all right. I'll take you home and I won't ever mention it again."

She started to alight from her perch on the fender of my car and suddenly her knees began to collapse underneath her. I reached for her and held her close to me. I kissed her warmly and held her for a few moments. I helped her into my car and went around to the driver's side. She stared intently out the side window away from me. She was crying, just a little bit. I could notice her slight sobbing and felt a wave of tenderness for her. We were halfway from Talbot Hill to her place when she called for me to stop the car. "Tell me what to do," she said. "I don't want to miss this chance."

I told her what to do and have been doing so ever since.