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An amazing sight for a young man to witness
When I was in high school, I worked part time for a neighbor that was a fireman who had a lawn mowing and landscaping business on the side. This incident happened on a cold October morning. We were scheduled to rake and mulch leaves. I didn't look forward to working because it was near freezing outside and there was frost on the ground. I arrived at his house as the sun was just rising. He must have forgotten to set the alarm because I woke him up when I arrived. I talked with his wife in the kitchen as he got dressed. She was still in her nightgown which was a full length white cotton gown. What made this morning special was what she unintentionally did. As she was sipping her coffee and talking to me, she stood over the heater vent in front of the patio door as the warm furnace air filled her nightgown. The sun was just rising behind her and it backlit her like a spotlight. The interesting thing was that her nightgown became like a one-way mirror as it only partially reflected the sunlight. The cloth became completely transparent because my side was significantly darker than the side with the sun shining on it and the reflected light only lit her up as if she were an angel. I was perhaps five feet in front of her. Since the sun was in my eyes, it forced me to look down at her body without her realizing that I was forced to admire her naked body. The warm air caressed her body and gave her goose bumps. Her nipples were erect. Her nightgown was so transparent that I could see even the tiniest freckle on her body and every pubic hair on her pussy. Perhaps the most enjoyable part for me was that she was completely unaware of the view that she was giving me and we talked as if everything was normal. I am not sure that I heard a word she was saying and I am surprised that I could even breath.
I never said a word at the time. She moved before her husband returned to the room and the image was gone. They divorced and she remarried. I still run across her every once in a while and I still gasp when I remember how she looked that day. I still feel a bit of guilt and I wonder how she would feel if I confessed.
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