Quarantined at a Friend's House

The quarantine sucks! Personal distancing, essential businesses only, damn near everything closed, including my university campus. We all got sent home. Except in my case I couldn't go home. My grandparents had been traveling and were now home, with my parents, in quarantine, which means I can't go home and I can't stay on campus!

Fortunately for me, Mrs. Johnson, one of my parent's friends who lives just down the street, has an extra room which she offered up to a poor college freshman who has no place else to go.

Mrs. Johnson is almost the same age as my parents. I think she's something like forty-five or so, tall, slender with the exception of her chest, blonde and athletic looking. She's actually pretty attractive for someone twice my age. I've known her for years and one of my favorite attributes of hers, besides her bubbly personality, is her fairly big set of tits, but then for a twenty year old almost every set of tits is big. Her husband is unfortunately stuck overseas because of the same quarantine issues that had me home from school.

I was glad she took me in. I'm not quite sure where I'd have gone if she didn't. She and I settled into a routine after a few days. Much of the day was spent with her sitting in her basement office, telecommuting from home to do her work, while I sat on the little sofa in the guest room I was using, doing my school work. When she took breaks she always came to check on me, bring me a snack or make lunch. When we were both done, she made dinner which we shared sitting across from each other at the little breakfast counter. After dinner we spent time in the downstairs den, watching TV. Around nineish she'd change and go to the basement workout room, after which she'd head off to her bedroom to shower and go to bed. Overall it wasn't a bad way to spend the quarantine. It could certainly be worse.

The first few evenings I was still sitting in front of the TV when she retired to the bedroom. Tonight I could still hear her pounding away on the treadmill when I called it a night, having had a pretty tough day studying for a thermodynamics exam. I headed to the bedroom, changed into my sleep shorts, tossing my dirty clothes onto the closet floor. I turned the light out and climbed into bed, my brain tired from studying.

I was still awake when she climbed the hardwood steps and walked past the guestroom door before the light of her bedroom flashed on, illuminating part of the guestroom wall. The light faded, leaving a sliver of light shining in my face, even though I was facing away from the doorway. I opened my eyes and looked around, surprised to see her bedroom door reflected in the full length mirror on the partially open guest room closet door. The sliver of light seemed to grow wider as I watched, the accidently unlatched bedroom door slowly opening on its own. As the door opened, first only an inch or two, before growing to nearly six inches, I realized that I could see into her bedroom and then, looking at the mirror on her dressing table, could see her reflection as she stood across the room near the foot of her big bed, her back to me, peeling her knee length spandex pants down. She had on a pair of tiny lacy pink panties, her butt cheeks pushing invitingly out of the tiny panties as she bent over to work the tight pants down and off her legs. One by one she lifted each foot, pulling the spandex off each foot before tossing it onto the bed. She straightened up and reached for the elastic band around her body that was the bottom of a dark gray sports bra. She pulled the elastic up, turning her body slightly as she did, leaving her standing so I could see her in profile as her breasts, significantly larger than I'd expected, slipped from the confining bra.

I stared at her tits as she pulled the sports bra up over her head and up her now extended arms. Each breast looked incredibly soft, each orb hanging down somewhat on her chest like huge drops of water. I could see her hard nipples poking out from each breast, pointed ever so slightly upward. She tossed the bra onto the bed and then reached with both hands for her huge soft tits, lifting and cupping them for several seconds, while she rubbed and massaged them. Her large tits overflowed her hands as she lifted each soft mountain of sexy flesh. She let her breasts again fall to her chest before reaching down with both hands and hooked her fingers into the tiny elastic band of her panties. She pushed the pink lace panties down, her big tits hanging down and swinging sexily as she pushed the panties farther down her legs. She lifted her left foot to pull it out of the panties and then, standing on her left foot, lifted her right. As she did so I caught a brief glimpse of a matt of blonde curls on her mound and her pussy lips.

"Holy shit!" I whispered to myself as she turned all the way around, giving me the briefest glimpse of her completely nude body before she picked up her sweaty clothes from the bed and disappeared from view.

I'd seen my share of naked girls. Well, half a dozen or so anyway. But this was different. I was quite sure she had no idea that I'd seen her undress.

I waited, watching and hoping that she would return naked. She did return, what felt like an hour later, but was really probably only ten minutes or so, her body wrapped in large pink towels. She stood, rubbing her long blonde hair with a second pink towel, before bending over and wrapping her hair with it. She looked up and seemed to notice the door was ajar and walked to it. In the reflection of the mirror I could see her pull the door open slightly farther, look out into the hallway with a frown, and then push the door closed.

I lay awake in the silent house for a long time, the light under her door still on. I could swear I heard a soft vibrating noise and an occasional cry coming from her room. At first I wasn't sure if it was my youthful imagination or real sounds, but my mind had no trouble filling in a picture of her laying on her bed playing with a vibrator. I finally pushed my sleep shorts down my legs, freeing my hard-on, and lay on the bed listening to her soft moans and occasional gasps. I stroked my hard dick with one hand, letting my palm roll over my engorged head, drawing the precum down my shaft to lubricate me. My hand slid up and down along my shaft as my brain pictured her sitting astride me, her nude form lifting and dropping on my lap, her big soft tits bouncing and swaying with each stroke down on me. I tried to muffle my own groan of pleasure as my body reached its limit and jerked hard, spouting a gush of cum into the air. My cum landed on my hand and stomach as it came back down, splattering on me moments before the second gush of cum lanced into the air. Time and again my body jerked and spasmed, imagining it was pumping my cum up into her pussy.

I lay for long seconds, panting and listening to what was clearly her own climax, squeaky gasps of pleasure escaping her room as I lay in the after glow of my own orgasm. I held my slowly shrinking dick, my cum drying on my stomach, hand and dick, listening to her gasping and trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as she climaxed. My mind painted an image of her laying on her bed, her body twitching and jerking as she came, a vision I suddenly wanted to see very much. A long time later the light finally went off and I was able to close my eyes and go to sleep.

The next morning was as completely normal as any other day, except of course I had a hard time not staring at her. She wore a cream colored blouse that was opaque on the front, but the back and sleeves were semitranslucent, allowing me to see that she wore a feminine and lacy bra under the blouse. One thing about working from home, the only part of her that the computer camera saw was from her chest up, so while she wore a business appropriate top, she had on a much more comfortable pair of sweatpants below. It was an unusual looking combination, but I wasn't complaining. Beneath the hem of the untucked blouse, I could see that her sweatpants were snug enough to show off her clearly firm butt and was snugly drawn against her crotch, drawing the center seam slightly between her pussy lips. It was no wonder that I had a raging hard-on by the time I got done watching her moving around the kitchen making breakfast.

It was almost a relief when she headed off to her basement office, leaving me to head to my bedroom to log on and get some school work done. Time slipped away quickly as I worked and it was soon lunch time. She called up the stairs to let me know and I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I stood next to the counter and stared at Mrs. Johnson's nearly naked back.

She stood at the counter, her back bare except for the thin white elastic strap cutting across the middle of her back and two small white straps looping up over her shoulders. Her blouse hung over the back of one of the stools on the other side of the breakfast counter. She looked over her shoulder at me without turning and then looked back at what she was doing in front of her. "I hope you don't mind. I took my blouse off so I wouldn't spill chili juice on it," she said as she turned to face me, a plate in each hand. Her tits were pressed together and upward by a very tiny lace bra, the top edge of which angled down across her breast so steeply that it barely covered her nipple, leaving almost half of her areola exposed. With each step she took toward the breakfast counter her breasts wiggled slightly, almost as if they were trying to bounce up and out of the snug fitting restraint. As she drew closer, I could clearly see the outline of her dark pink areola peeking through the gaps in the white lace. She leaned toward me, setting one of the plates on the counter in front of me, her right breast suddenly slipping out of the bra into full view. "Oops!" she said, blushing brightly as she tucked her breast back into the top, though not before I was able to get a nice look at her clearly rock hard nipple and engorged areola. "Sorry about that."

"Uh. No problem," I stammered awkwardly, as I continued to stare at her tits as she worked to tuck it fully back into her bra.

"I'm afraid this one is a little too small. I haven't worn it in some time," she said bashfully as she pulled and tugged the too small lace cup over her breast. "All my other ones are in the wash."

"I don't mind. I mean, it's fine with me," I said as I sat down with her, her breasts finally tucked back into the bra.

"I didn't mean for that to happen. I mean. I wouldn't..."

"It's fine. Really."

"I'd hate for your mother to find out I just flashed her son."

"Oh. Don't worry. I wouldn't say anything. Besides, it was an accident, right?"

"Right. Just an accident," she said, still blushing as she looked down at her plate. "You know. I haven't had a Coney dog in years. I'm glad you suggested it."

"Yeah. I love 'em," I answered, looking down for the first time to see what was on the plate. We sat across from each other eating, while I spent as much time as possible looking at the sexy cleavage in front of me. I was disappointed when she stood up, signaling that she had to go back to work as she pulled the blouse back on, covering her wonderful breasts. I headed back upstairs and made a beeline to the bathroom to quickly jerk off my incredibly rock hard dick. Only then did I feel that I was in any condition to take the exam I'd spent the previous day studying for.

I heard her walk past my room a few hours later, heading to her own bedroom. From my perch on the sofa I could see through the partly open bedroom door and watch her take her blouse off again, this time followed by her tiny white bra. Once the restraining device was off, she lifted and rubbed her breasts, almost as if she were glad to have them out of the tiny bra. I watched them wiggle and sway as she bent to open a drawer and pullout a t-shirt, pulling it over her head and arms before tugging the soft looking green material down over her breasts.

"Dinner will be ready in about half an hour," she said, pausing at my door while I looked down at my computer, pretending not to have seen what I saw.

"Oh. Great. Thanks!" I said before she pulled her head back out into the hallway and headed down the stairs. I could feel the obvious bulge in my jeans and wondered if she'd noticed. I waited almost half an hour before I headed down for dinner. I wasn't sure what we were going to have, but Mrs. Johnson had been making food that she thought a college student would like. Truth be told, I'd eat about anything I didn't have to cook myself. I sat down at the counter to watch her bustling around the kitchen finishing whatever it was she was cooking. I couldn't NOT notice the two significant bumps in the front of her shirt, one displaying each nipple prominently. I also couldn't help but notice that as she moved her breasts bounced and swayed, dragging those two bumps around the front of her shirt. As we made small talk, I wondered if the motion of her nipples rubbing on her shirt was stimulating her. I know damn well it was stimulating me!

Mrs. Johnson walked back and forth between the kitchen counter and the breakfast bar, setting it with plates and finally setting dishes of food on the table.

"Wow. This looks fantastic Mrs. Johnson!" I said enthusiastically as she set a platter of sliced roast beef on the counter.

"Are you ever going to start calling me Eva?" she said with a bit of a frown. "Mrs. Johnson sounds way too formal."

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson... Eva," I answered a little awkwardly.

"That's better!" she said, smiling again as she sat down across from me, her nipples clearly pushing out toward me and coaxing my gaze back down from her face to her chest. She lifted a fork of food toward her mouth, still grinning. I did my best to make small talk with her. She seemed interested in my studies and how things were going for my classes. We chatted while we ate the delicious pot roast. "You know. With my husband stuck overseas, I haven't been able to do my weight bench routine in almost a month. I wonder if you'd be willing to do me a favor?" she asked as we finished dinner.

"Uh. Sure," I answered with a small shrug, wondering what kind of favor she needed.

"After I clean up the dishes and such, would you be willing to spot me on the weight bench? I'd really appreciate it."

"Um. Yeah. Sure," I agreed quickly.

"Good! You know, if you wanted to, you could come work out with me. It's really pretty boring working out alone."

"You don't normally work out alone?" I asked curiously.

"Well. No actually. Denise, a friend of mine down the street usually works out with me. We kind of keep each other on track. But she didn't feel like she could with you here and all the social distancing stuff going on."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to disrupt your routine," I apologized honestly.

"Oh. That's quite alright. It's just the way it is. Not that I wouldn't mind having her come over now and then to help keep me on track. But as long as you're willing to spot me, I'm sure we can manage."

"Sure. I'd be happy to."

"Good. I'll let you know when I'm ready to start working out and maybe you can join me. It'll be fun having a workout partner again," she said with a grin as she stood up and started clearing the dishes and food off the table. I retired to the den downstairs to watch TV. I couldn't help but think that Eva had more on her mind than working out. But then I'm only twenty years old. My mind thought EVERY woman or girl had more on their mind than they probably really do. Though that idea was reinforced in spades when she walked in almost half an hour later and stood by the sofa. She had on a pair of very light weight white nylon workout shorts that were damn near see-through. See-through enough that I could see the definite lack of any underwear showing through. That could only mean that the somewhat darker coloring around her crotch was her, not some dark colored underwear. I looked up her body and nearly dropped my jaw. She wore a bright red t-shirt that had been cut off just below her breasts. From my position below her I could look right up under the shirt and see the whole bottom side of both breasts, each one hanging free and in plain view to me.

"So I'm going to go do my stretches and then run on the treadmill. If you wanna change and come join me, feel free whenever. Otherwise, I'll call you when I'm ready to move to the weight bench," she said sweetly as she looked down at me, clearly ignoring my slack jawed staring.

"Yeah. Sure," I answered her after a few seconds.

"Don't wear too much. It gets pretty warm in the workout room!" she said over her shoulder as she turned and walked out of the den.

I stared after her for several seconds before practically running toward the basement stairs. I bounced up the stairs two or three at a time, turning on the main floor to head up the upstairs staircase as well. I couldn't believe it. She essentially just suggested that I... What? What did she suggest? She clearly wasn't wearing any underwear. I mean none at all. Was she suggesting I do the same thing? Hell, she had to want to have sex with me, right? Or maybe something else. "Slow your roll mister!" I said to myself, trying to still my already pounding heart. All she really did was to suggest that maybe I not wear as much as I might. She had to know that I saw she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra, so maybe she wants me to do the same?

I stripped down to nothing but my socks, my already rock hard dick swinging side to side as I stepped to the dresser to dig for a pair of shorts. I pulled out one of the few pairs I had, a nice light weight pair of Under Armor shorts. I stepped into the dark blue shorts and pulled them up, my cock pushing the front out lewdly. "IF she wants to see, might as well let her," I said under my breath as I sat down to pull my running shoes on. I headed down the stairs again, suddenly becoming a little nervous. What if she didn't mean what I think she meant? What if she told my mom that I was... Well, what was I doing? Working out. Yeah. That's all I'm doing. Working out with her.

I walked past the den and down the little hallway that led to the laundry room and workout room. I turned into the open doorway of the workout room and froze in my tracks.

She stood, her butt facing me, bent over so that her hands were flat on the floor, as were her feet. The side wall of the rubber floored room was mirrored, allowing me to see her, not only from behind, but also somewhat from the side. The small red shirt had fallen up, or down, depending on how you look at it, until it was bunched around her upper chest, kept from falling down her arms only by the neck hole. Her big tits were hanging down and swaying side to side as she slowly worked her feet father apart, step by step. As her legs spread apart I could see her tits from between her legs, her nipples rock hard as they poked toward the floor. My already hard cock seemed to grow even harder as I watched her work her legs farther apart. Her shorts pulled against her pussy, the semi sheer material allowing the darkness of her pussy to show through.

She continued to work her legs apart until she was sitting on the floor in a splits, her bare chest laying pressed to the floor. She slowly pushed her chest up, reaching up and pulling the shirt down over her tits as if nothing at all had happened, not even bothering to look to acknowledge my presence as she sat on the floor with one leg going opposite the other.

"I could never do that," I said quietly as I stood in the doorway.

"Well. You don't get here overnight," she said, twisting herself on the floor, bringing both feet to face me. "Come on. Sit!" she said, patting the floor in front of her as she pushed her feet apart until her legs were angled out significantly. I shrugged and stepped over, sitting down in front of her cross-legged, trying to hide my sudden embarrassment as my dick poked my shorts out. As much as I had convinced myself that she wanted me to show off, I was now equally embarrassed at how much my hard dick was pushing my shorts. "Not that way silly. Legs apart. Put your feet on mine."