When I was fifteen my neighbour asked if I would call round to help her move a heavy chest of drawers in her house. After we had finished she said she would get me a soft drink and then we sat down.
Her husband was at work. She was in her mid-thirties and a very attractive brunette, dressed in a skirt and low-cut top which showed off her full breasts. She sat opposite me, on the couch, and started talking about school and things. I could see up her skirt and saw that she was wearing stockings