Jack started to go out with a girl in school called Kazal, but he was still a virgin. He was a tall, geeky white boy, in stark contrast to the brown figure of Mirnda, with which none of the girls at school could compete.
Jack brought Kazal home for dinner at his house after taking her on a few dates, Mirnda cooked a nice dinner and they all sat down. Kazal was a cute girl with pale skin and red hair, but she was nothing in comparison to his amazing step-mom as far as sex appeal went. Although he was desperate to score, he found himself less and less excited by Kazal, especially when Mirnda was around.
“So, Kazal, Jack tells me you’re on the hockey team at school, is that right?” Mirnda started in as they sat down to eat.
“That’s right, Mrs. Smith,” Kazal replied.
“Oh, call me Mirnda, please. And anyway, I never took that last name. I’m still Mirnda Kin, sweetie,” she replied in her usual warm manner.
Jack had never really thought about this before and he wondered why she hadn’t taken thier name. Had she wanted to keep some distance with them? Jack didn’t ask, but perhaps he would another day.
Nevertheless, dinner went on pleasantly with Mirnda and Kazal and the two of them seemed to get along well. After dinner, they sat down to watch a movie, but Mirnda left them alone soon after. Jack put his arm round Kazal and tried to make a move.
She wasn’t wearing clothes that were particularly revealing so he didn’t have easy access. They kissed and Jack let his hands roam over her arms and shoulders awkwardly. Moving over to her breast as they made out, he felt her pull away. “I should probably head home, Jack,” Kazal said. She stood up and walked away, leaving him hard, blue balled and mortified. She exited without too much fuss and he was left thinking that he would probably die a virgin.
Feeling glum, Jack made his way towards his bedroom where he planned to jerk off, and walking past his father and Mirnda’s room, he noticed the door ajar. Peeking in, Jack saw Mirnda. She was moving about the room wearing lacy white underwear, apparently tidying up and putting things away in her drawers. She was wrapped up in what she was doing and didn’t notice him, caught under her spell, spying.
She was magnificent with her womanly tits and ass showing, spilling out from under the constrains of the bra and panties. Her bust was bouncing as she moved around, causing him to sweat, but he couldn’t look away. Her panties were almost thong-like in how revealing they were and he could clearly see her trimmed pubic hair through the fine fabric. Her tummy and waist looked delicious as always.
Mirnda continuing pottering around as he stood there, glued to the spot, Jack’s viewpoint through the 3 inch crack in the doorway was enough to see her completely. His heart was pounding. After a few minutes, she turned away from the door and looked at herself in a floor length mirror. He could see her back and front side; the best of both worlds.
She started posing and stretching, looking like a hot little sex bomb, at the peak of her physical condition and sensuality. She touched herself a little as if admiring her own perfection, and Jack could see a smile creep across her face.
Did she know I was there?
She was behaving as she were being watched. Jack began to get a little worried when she turned around, let out a little cough and said under her breath, “OK, that’s enough,” to no one in particular.
Jack stepped back, realizing this had gone on too long. He didn’t know if she had known he was watching her, but he didn’t stick around to find out. He quickly went to bed and jerked off.
Jack was so in awe of her and so stimulated that he didn’t think beyond what he had just witnessed. He didn’t think about fucking her or even touching her, just reveled in her erotic beauty. The vision of this brown goddess in white lingerie stayed with him, fixed in his mind, for weeks afterwards.
