'Gosh,' she heard herself murmur at the sight.
A firm, thick, perky, fresh, penis, was pointing directly at her.
"Young and yummy,” she whispered to herself. Its dark mushroomed head alternately revealed and covered, as he stroked the flexible, but tight foreskin, steadily up and down.
Jonathan's eyes were closed and he seemed a long way off. His slim, taut, forearms flexed as he stroked and concentrated.
'College boy cock, has never looked so fine,' thought Dorothy.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she could not resist staring.
Looking slightly down she caught sight of his ball bag, tight, but still swaying in time to his strokes. His testis were full, rounded and more fuzzy than she had expected, as the rest of his exposed body seemed almost hairless.
Dorothy had been watching from her vantage point for a five full minutes now and felt sure that he had to explode soon. She could not tear her eyes off the pee slit as she waited. She watched, on edge, for something to shoot out from its depths.
She noticed Jonathan had glanced up at the house from the back garden a couple of times.
'Was he wondering where she had got to?' she pondered. Perhaps he was half expecting her to show up soon. Clearly he didn’t want or expect to be caught by her, but unfortunately for him, he already had been. She smiled inwardly at her craftiness and continued to watch.
Two minutes more passed. Now she could hear him moaning. There was a rhythmic panting. His eyes shut, were screwed tight. His arm and leg muscles and one six inch muscle in particular, just below his waistline were strained. His hands gripped very firmly. She looked down again and saw that his penis was now bigger and stiffer than ever. He was about to blow, and she had a ringside seat.
She licked her lips slowly, and watched eagerly.
Suddenly, Dot awoke in a cold sweat.
She sat up quickly in bed and stared into the blackness of their bedroom at home.
It was the middle of the night.
“Damn and he was so close this time,” she whispered out loud to the dark.
“These nightmares have to stop,” she told herself.
Dorothy and Linda were not the only older female lechers; Veronica the club secretary had also noticed the maturing boy and his fine form. She managed to engage in some inane conversation with Jonathan about his bike at the club before he left.
“So Jonathan, tell me about the gears.”
She held the bike by its saddle, her hand gripped the narrow smooth leather like it was rock hard cock. She rubbed her thumb over the end and teased it like the tip of a penis. She could not tell if her behaviour was affecting him, but she hoped it did.
It was another Monday when the doorbell rang and Dorothy smiling at the prospect of greeting her cute gardener went to the front door. Instead she was met by a hooded figure in grey top and loose low hanging baggy jeans. She opened it a little nervously and saw that the young man was black.
“Hello?” she said uncertainly.
“Er... yeah hello, I’m Jasen, Jonathan’s mate. He sent me today cos’ he can’t come.”
Then she remembered something Jon had said at the end of the previous week, about not being able to show up on the Monday. She was not going to be mugged on her own doorstep after all. She was relieved and smiled.
“Oh yes, I remember now, you had better come in.”
She held the door open and stood to one-side as the figure slouched its way in. Not at all the clean-cut youth that she normally welcomed in to her home.
“Do you have any gardening clothes Jasen?” she enquired as she closed the porch door behind him.
“Err... no these are fine, they’re me normal clothes.”
“Well it can be quite messy. I do normally lend Jonathan some old clothes of the boys, if you prefer?”
“No these ‘ell be fine,” he said.
“Well come through to the back and I will tell you what needs doing.”
It was an hour later and Dot was looking out of the kitchen, doing some washing, and trying to see what Jasen had achieved. He was leaning back on the fork. Well, there had been some progress she thought, certainly when it came to revealing himself to her at least. Sleeves on his top were pushed up to the elbows and his hood was off. Then as she watched, he unzipped his grey top to reveal a white t shirt under it. And that was definitely nothing like as baggy.
When she came out with a drink, about thirty minutes later, she found the young man without his top, in just the t-shirt, and she was confronted with his bum cleavage. His loosely arranged jeans were only just held up with his belt – not that he was fat, quite the opposite.
'Those cheeks are definitely as tight as his jeans were baggy,' she thought as she set the tray down.
“Ooh it’s rather warm out here now, isn’t it Jasen?” she said.
“Are you comfortable in all that?” she indicated his heavy looking jeans. He straightened up and glanced down.
“Yeah well... maybe if you’ve got sometin’.”
Now that Dot could see the lad better, it was clear that his body was as toned as Jonathan's. Maybe a touch more developed, only it was also dark and smooth.