Her tits were perfect in size and shape, as tight and high as they had been when she was leading the cheering sections in high school at football games. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat. Her hips were round, with long slim thighs. The soft hair on her cunt was thick and silky. She was an auburn-haired woman, a deep, rich auburn color, with green eyes, small nose and full, moist lips. Her body was creamy, lightly tanned, with tan lines on her hips and tits.

Draping a huge towel around her nakedness, she stepped into the hall and to her room. She knew she was beautiful, but she wasn't vain about it. She knew men followed her with their eyes, dreaming how would be to slide their cocks into her tight, slippery cunt. Long ago, a boyfriend had told her she was a walking wet dream, and it had delighted her.

Kathy was also a crotch-watcher.

She looked at every man's crotch. She wondered about the size and shape of a man's cock behind his pants, if his balls were big and hairy, loaded with delicious, boiling come-juice. It particularly delighted her, if she saw a man with a hard-on.

Once, about five years ago, she had seen, a man with a lovely bulge in his tight pants, and she had gazed openly at it, thinking how nice it would be to shove her hand inside his pants, right there in public, and stroke his cock, make him come in her hand. Of course, she never gave in to any such impulse, but it was exciting to think about doing it.

She sat on her bed, the towel still draped about her. She had to dress if she wanted to get Jim there on time. Each weekend, she had to drive him across town to spend two days with his father. She had tried to get his father to pick Jim up, but he refused. Once, his present wife did come and pick Jim up, but Kathy didn't like that very much. The woman was about ten years younger than Kathy, a very beautiful blonde. And Kathy was a little jealous of her because Jim seemed to like his stepmother.