Young Sam

by S1var7

 

Sam was secretly very excited. He was sad that his parents were going away on a week-long second honeymoon, but he was very excited about their plans for him while they were away.

Sam was going to stay with the Grays. Mrs. Gray was the best friend of Sam's mother. She had agreed to let Sam stay with her and her two daughters while Sam's parents were away. And that's why Sam was excited.

When Sam was just starting to notice girls, one of the first girls he noticed was Mrs. Gray. Even though she technically wasn't a girl – she was a beautiful woman – Sam always liked it when she came by to visit his mom. She wasn't married any more because her husband had died in an auto accident several years ago. But he must have been a handsome man because Mrs. Gray's two daughters were very pretty indeed.

Beth, the elder, was a sophomore in high school. She had thick dark hair with radiant green eyes, a thin, pert nose that older women were paying their plastic surgeons a fortune to copy, and a skinny little waist that accentuated her developing hips and perfect, round bottom. And her breasts – oh her breasts – looked to Sam like they defied gravity.

Beth's younger sister Heidi was in Sam's grade. Heidi's hair was light blonde, but she had her sister's cute nose, and from what Sam could tell, Heidi was well on her way to also having her sister's perfect breasts.

Mrs. Gray had a small clothing store – a lingerie boutique – in a shopping center in town. Unlike other women who were always wearing pants and jeans, Sam noticed that Mrs. Gray always had on a dress, or a skirt and a blouse. Usually, her dress, skirt or blouse was made of a shiny, satin fabric. She would hug Sam when she saw him, and he liked feeling the smooth material on Mrs. Gray's back and pressed up against his face.

Once when Mrs. Gray came to visit his mom, Sam remembered that she was wearing a dark blue cloth skirt with a white satin blouse that was very shiny. After Mrs. Gray gave Sam his hug, he realized that he could see the outlines of Mrs. Gray's lacy bra through her blouse. Sam knew better than to stare, but he wanted to see more – if he could – so he decided to stick around and do his homework at the table nearby while his mom and Mrs. Gray had tea. And when Mrs. Gray sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs underneath her, Sam noticed that her slip was starting to show.

Sam knew about slips from looking at the beautiful women in the catalogs that were sent to his mom. When no one was around, Sam would secretly study them intently, amazed at how pretty the women were, as well as how good they looked in their pretty underwear. He thought the lingerie all looked so soft and pretty.

Mrs. Gray's slip was the most beautiful slip Sam had ever seen. It started with a border of delicate lace at the hem, and then the satin started. It was a bright ivory color – it almost seemed illuminated – and Sam thought that if he could touch it, it would be the softest material he had ever felt. Sam was so enchanted by the slip that he didn't notice his mom looking at him.

"Sam, are you alright? What on earth are you staring at?"

Then she looked down and saw Mrs. Gray's legs and the satin slip Sam was staring at. So she said to her friend, "Ellen, I believe you slip is showing."

Mrs. Gray took a sip from her tea, and looked down to see that several inches of her slip were indeed peeking out from underneath her skirt.

Looking up, she saw Sam with a terrified expression on his face – busted. "Oh it's alright dear," she said. "Thank you for noticing. When a gentleman notices that a woman's slip is revealed, it's the polite thing to say to her, 'Pardon me, but your slip is showing, madam.'" And with that, she wriggled her hips, adjusted her skirt, and the beautiful garment was again hidden from view.

She continued to Sam's mom, "Besides, getting men to notice is half the fun! You should come by the lingerie store sometime, Tracy. We have some lovely new things that just arrived from London and Paris." Then her face lit up, "Like this slip!"

Excited to show off her new merchandise, Mrs. Gray stood up, cocked one foot to the side as if posing like a model would, and much to Sam's surprise, lifted the front of her skirt until it reached only to about her mid-thigh, revealing her beautiful ivory slip and all of its satin and lace in (almost) its full glory.

"It's made by Dior, in the softest satin material, with lace as you can see. It comes in a variety of lengths to fit properly under every skirt or dress you may have, in white, pink, black, or as I am wearing, ivory." With her sales pitch concluded, Mrs. Gray turned her hips to and fro, letting the slip sway against her nylon-covered legs, then looked up at Sam's mom expectantly.

She replied, "Thanks Ellen, but you know that working from the house, chasing after Sam and picking up after him and his dad all the time, I don't need to get all dressed up like that. Besides, I never got into all that frou-frou girlie-girl stuff anyway." Then she looked over and saw Sam staring at Mrs. Gray with her skirt still hiked halfway up her thigh. "But it looks like you've intrigued someone with your merchandise."

Sam turned bright red. "Well I am glad that someone in this family seems to appreciate the finer things in life!" Mrs. Gray responded. And with that, the ladies giggled, Mrs. Gray smoothed her skirt and sat back down on the sofa, and Sam slunk out of the room, embarrassed at having been caught looking at Mrs. Gray's slip – twice.

Now, Sam was going to be spending a full week with Mrs. Gray and her two daughters.

  

  

  

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