Lasting impressions

I was in my final term of school, and preparing for my final exams. An innocent teenager at an all-boys school. My sexual experience was a worldly realm of pashing, petting, and masturbation. And that was all fingers and thumbs !
Anyway, school was over for the day and i had just got home. My parents would be out at work until late so it was just me. There was a note on the kitchen table " Helen will be dropping by to use the washing machine, so don't go out until she gets there. Love Mum X"
No going fishing for me! But I had a bit of a crush on Helen, as teenage boys do, so it was not all bad.
So there i was, still in my uniform, lying on the lounge floor doing homework and revising when Helen turned up. I helped her in with her laundry bags and took them to the machine. Knowing nothing about doing laundry or the machine, i left her to it and got back to my books.
From my position on the floor I had a clear view through the kitchen to where Helen and the machine commenced battle !
Helen did not disappoint. She was an attractive woman in her thirties ( the older woman ! )with a good figure. She always wore skirts with high hem-lines, and knee high boots.
Anyway, I was entranced by the sight of labours. She was bending over, then she was squatting down, then turning, then back up and bending over again. I was getting panty flashes, bum shows, and open legs. I can still see those pale red panties to this day !
All this viewing had given me a raging teenage hard-on, which was most uncomfortable as i was laying on my stomach and still on the floor.
A couple of times Helen looked up and I quickly looked away, but i was sure i had not been sprung as she kept on flashing ( naive too !).
After feeding the machine, helen came over and started chatting. I had to look up to reply and my eyes just kept looking at her legs and skirt hem pleading inwardly for anther glimpse at those pale red panties. So imagine my inner turmoil as she sat opposite me and chatted. She would move in her seat and i would be flashed again and again. I would try my hardest to not look,but i was mesmerised.
Each time Helen went to the machine i would try and adjust my aching bulge, and each time she would cause it to ache more.
Finally the laundry was done and all bagged up. Helen came over and stood right in front of me. "Why don't you have a good long look !" she said. I felt my face burning with embarrassment. Sheepishly i looked up. i had to raise and twist a little to look into her face. As I did so Helen put the toe of her boot into my shoulder and pushed me over. I was so caught out that i rolled with ease.
So there i was, on my back. My face burning hot, my dick shrinking rapidly. But OH ! WHAT A VIEW ! straight up her skirt. I could see her red panties. Her proud pubis within. Her legs akimbo.
"Want a closer look?" she demanded. Before i could respond, Helen dropped forward to her knees. Her legs now had my arms pinned to the floor, and her pussy with its veil of pale red cotton was suspended over my face.
My cock had, without my thinking, grown with abandon and was straining at my trousers. I felt Helens hand grip my cock through the material. I am amazed to this day that i did not blow there and then !
"Only dirty boys look up ladies skirts" she chastised me, slowly unzipping my fly. "Do you know what we do to dirty boys ?" she asked as she began to take out my fit-to-bust cock.
I had read about these things in magazines and heard the tales and thought "this is it ! a blow job ! a real life blow job ! My world lit up. Here was I, with Helen an older woman whom i had a crush on. My cock in her hand and about to get a head job, and looking at her proud pussy in pale red panties !!!!!!
BUT NO !! Helens hand squeezed my cock hard around the base, and she announced "This is what you get" and as i looked up i could see the fabric of her pale red panties begin to darken. The darkness spread and began to glisten. And then. . . .. .. what the fuck ! She was pissing on me ! this fucking dream of my youth was pissing on me. on my face.
I writhed and wriggled but i was pinned. It was not a downpour, more a spring shower. But it had happened. The whole thing still vivid today. I heard her giggle, and then she plunged her wetness fully onto me. My face was buried in her wet panties. I could smell and taste her sex. i could feel the firmness and yet softness of her cunt on my mouth. I just dived in ! I was lost in the moment and just hungrily ate her. And as i did she pulled at my cock. I just blew on the spot. I blew like i had never blown in all my wanking days !
Helen did not miss a beat. I felt her move forward, and this knew feeling came over me as she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck my cock. Being that age it i case of constant errections (like it or not, lol). Helen slid down my body, and with an experience motion, pulled her wet panties to the side and slid her self onto my cock. The feeling for me was out of this world.
The sight was fantastic. Seeing her lovely round bottom framed in red cotton moving away from me, The wet crotch. The revelation of beauty as her pussy was unveiled to me. The of string of my sticky young cum on her arse and inner thighs as she rode and pounded away on my cock. Fuck did she ride me. I came again but she did not stop. I came like my nuts were going to pop out. She rode me until she came. I had never heard such noises. And such wetness !!
Helen stayed sat on me for a minute or two as we caught our breath. Then she just got up and off me. Took off her panties, all wet and sticky with both our juices and threw them in my face.
"Better clean yourself up dirty boy ! And if i ever catch you looking up my skirt again I will slap you so hard ! " With that, helen just picked up her stuff and left.

Ever since that day I have had a thing for older women, for sexually forward and dominant women, for panties, and for those moments when a glimpse graces the eye. I have never looked up a skirt intentionally without permission since. But then i do not need to, I just close my eyes and think of Helen !
As for the spring shower, well perhaps one day.

Lasting impressions !