She wished that Jimmy would look up and see her watching him.

Is he a virgin? she wondered.

He was only eighteen, but you couldn't tell about youngsters these days, with the permissive society and all.

She liked to think he was a virgin.

If she were ever to seduce a teen – not that she ever would, of course, but just in theory – she would want him to be a virgin, so she could be the first woman to have his prick. She could just imagine how a smooth skinned virgin would whimper. She began to fantasize. Maybe she would take his cock in her mouth, first – yes! She would suck him off and swallow his virgin cum! Oh, how the teen would squeal! Afterwards, she would let him fuck her in the cunt and… but she pimply had to stop such thoughts.

The thoughts refused to go away.

If he looks up at the window, she thought, I can open my dressing gown, just casually, as if I don't realize that I'm being watched. I can let him look at my tits. I can scratch my belly and let him have a look at my cunt with my thighs apart!

The thought made her pussy melt.

But Jimmy did not look up.

Elizabeth moved away from the window again. Catching sight of herself in the full length looking glass, she grinned. She drew the dressing gown open, looking at her reflection as she pretended that she was letting Jimmy look at her – seeing the sight that she knew would drive any teenaged guy to a frenzy of fuck-lust.

Her cunt was burning now.

Elizabeth felt half ashamed and half amused as she realized that she was going to do a thing she hadn't done in ages. She felt like giving herself a hand-job.

She smiled to herself and moved in front of the mirror, letting her dressing gown fall behind as she went. Then, turning, she admired herself in the looking glass from all angles, not touching herself yet.