Sarah Shows©
(This is semi fiction)
Following my birth there were a few years in which girls had no place,
then came 1960. I found out that there was indeed a difference between the two
sexes. Shortly there after I discovered that that difference could be wonderful.
During the early 60’s I watched the young girls I knew blossom into young
women. The most outwardly sign… the growth of breasts!
It seemed that overnight those snotty nosed flat chested girls turned
into very pretty top-heavy women, some more top-heavy than others.
It was the girl next door that caught my eye. Sarah had always been there
I just hadn’t noticed until she began to grow.
As with most boys ages ten to thirteen, I was always up to something. It
just happened that our house needed a new roof. What a rush to be up on top of
the house looking out over the town. It was as if you could see forever and
everything from up there.
Then one evening as I was sitting up there watching the new shingles
being put on that I noticed I could see right into the next-door window, right
into Sarah’s bedroom. I also learned that I didn’t need a ladder to get up
there.
Right outside my bedroom window was a tree and one branch stuck out over
the roof. I could climb up the tree, work my way out over the roof and easily
let myself quietly down.
It was on one of the family card game nights that I found the difference
between girls and boys.
As I sat there looking out over the town, the light in Sarah’s bedroom
came on. She walked in and began to get ready for bed. That was the first time I
had seen a girl my age in bra and panties. It was the first time I watch from my
perch on the roof but it would not be my last.
Over the next few weeks I watched Sarah get ready for bed many times. It
was always the same, white bra, white panties. I even found a hole in the fence
that let me see her laundry drying on the line. I even began talking to her just
to see if I could get a glimpse of her bra through her shirt.
Then one night as I watched things were different. It was no longer a
white bra and white panties. This night she was wearing yellow! The next day I
thought I really could see the yellow bra through her shirt.
At our age, she still looked like me with my shirt off but the fact that
she was wearing a bra fascinated me. I began to notice the girls two and three
years older. They did seem to have something more than just a bra under their
shirts. The girls even older than that defiantly had more. And, armed with that
fact I began to fantasize.
Some nights I saw nothing and some nights I saw it all. On one of the
nights I watched I noticed that the laundry was still on the line. What is a boy
to do?
After all the lights were out in her house and mine, I slipped out and
over the fence to touch the bra that Sarah wore. What a rush!
Through out the remainder of that year I took every chance I had to watch
and more than once slipped over the fence.
As I look back now it seems that Sarah was as fascinated with her growing
body as was I. Many was the time I watched her remove her bra, stand, and look
at herself in the mirror rubbing her chest where the bra once was and pinching
what would someday be breasts and nipples.
As the months passed, it seemed that when she would rub and pinch she
would get more and more of a hand full of flesh. The bras changed color more
than once and each time the color changed there seemed to more to rub and pinch.
I loved the summer I spent watching Sarah. However, after every summer
there comes a winter. With the cold and the ice and snow, my roof-sitting days
were limited.
I yearned for summer again so I could once again climb my tree and enjoy
the girl next-door.
On that first night when I could once gain mount my perch there was
something different. Yes something much different. There were bumps on her
chest!
As she stood in front of the mirror, I watched and it seemed that she was
showing them off just for me, turning first one way and then the other, gripping
them in her hands and softly handling the new part of her body.
For three weeks, I marveled at her new shape. Then it happened! I over
heard Sarah’s mother and mine talking over the fence I had scaled so many
times.
Sarah’s grandmother had taken ill and they were going to spend the rest
of the summer in
Summers come, summers go, and after each, comes a winter. Sarah and her
family got home just two weeks before the winter weather hit. I managed to get a
weeks worth of watching before once again I had limited access to my roof.
To me the summer change was amazing!
The bumps on her chest were larger and she played with them more. I
watched her rub and handle them as if they were new toys with which to play.
I loved the winter snow and ice with the sledding but I hated each storm
as it made my trip to the rooftop impossible!
However, this summer had added one thing to my watching. My parents had
bought binoculars for our vacation. I had put them to good use on our trip,
though I could not wait to get home and use them to watch Sarah.
Winter can be a very hard season. This winter was one of the worst on
record for our area. I had little time to watch Sarah and even less to myself.
Spring finally came and I was back on the roof once again, this time with
binoculars in hand!
Wow! What a sight! I had only seen Sarah for a few weeks before the
winter that year. Now, with my binoculars, she was a beauty. Even without the
glasses, the bumps on her chest seem larger. With them, I was amazed at how she
had grown over the long winter.
I never once gave a thought to being caught. The way the roof was I could
not be seen from the street or any other neighbor’s house. The only place I
could be seen from was Sarah’s bedroom window.
I was always disappointed when the lights went out in her bedroom. It
meant that the show was over for that evening. The shows had never lasted over
about fifteen minutes in the past. Sarah would come in strip down to bra and
panties, check the mirror for a minute, take off the bra and repeat the mirror
check while rubbing her chest, then put on her pajamas and turn off the light.
That spring the shows began to last much longer. The ritual she did in
front of the mirror was something to see. However, it began to slowly change. It
was as if she was doing the show for the window and not for the mirror.
Sarah also began to talk to me more often. I was in heaven, watching her
at night and talking to her during the day.
Then came the night when I took my place to wait for her. The light was
on but Sarah was nowhere in sight. As I waited, I noticed a small piece of paper
stuck in the corner of the window. With the binoculars I could read what was
written on it, “I hope you like what you see. Sarah”.
With a lump the size of
She held up a sheet of paper. The sign said only two words, “Watch
me!”
I was doing that all right!
She slowly began unbuttoning her blouse until the last button popped
free. And there she stood, the blouse open her bra showing but not enough for me
to see everything.
Then she held up another sign. I simply said, “Want more?”
Of course I wanted more but how did I convey that to her. I guess I
didn’t need to because she dropped the sign and opened her blouse, peeling it
slowly off and dropping it on the floor.
Turning to first one side and then the other, she ran her hands over the
bra that held her growing breasts. I sat there mesmerized! Sarah was doing this
show just for me!
I watched her hands go to the center of her bra. I had no idea what she
was doing but I was not going to miss a second of it. That night I learned some
bras unhook in the front.
She moved her hands to show me that the hook was undone. Her bra still
clung to her chest covering her. I couldn’t wait to see what was under the
bra.
Her hands came up to cover her bra and as I watched she pulled the left
side away bearing her fourteen-year-old budding breast. She turned side ways to
show me, holding the bra away from her body. Then turning to face me, she smile
and cover the exposed flesh and repeated the performance with the right side.
Recovering her breasts, she smiled and blew me a kiss, then turned her
back to the window and removed the bra entirely.
I was hoping she would turn around but she crossed the room and turned
out the light. I knew the show was over.
The next night was movie night with my parents. By the time we got home
and they were asleep so I could climb the tree, Sarah was in bed asleep.
These little shows continued all through that summer. I watched as the
girl next door showed me how her body was changing. I saw the bumps on her chest
begin to form breasts like the ones the older girls had.
The signs she put in the window change with every few shows. On time it
said, “New bra. Like it?” At times she would add little things that made me
enjoy the show even more. On one occasion the sign said, “A-cup”. Then came
the night when it read, “New bra…B-cup now!”
Sarah was proud of her growing breasts and she shared that pride with me.
Some nights she would do her little show and some nights she would just lay on
her bed, rub, and pinch until the lights went out.
During the hot summer, Sarah would open her window. On the nights when
she lay on her bed, I could hear her moan as she rubbed her chest.
I began to carry a little penlight flash light with me on my trips to the
roof. When Sarah would up a sign, like “Are you watching?” I would flash the
light twice for yes. I became a game between us.
On one memorable night, Sarah had just held up her sign and started her
show, when her mother walked into the room. I had flashed my yes signal and sat
back to observe. Being a rather warm night the window was open so she knew I
could see and hear both.
Sarah had just removed her top and was standing in front of the mirror
when her mother entered the room.
“Sarah, dear, you are growing into a fine young woman,” here mother
said.
“Thank you, mom. But will I be as big as you?” she asked running her
hands over her bra.
“Maybe so,” she answered. “But don’t rush it. These things are
not fun to carry around.”
“How big are yours?” I heard Sarah ask.
“Double D’s,” her mother answered.
I was impressed. Sarah was asking all the questions I would have asked
had I been able to.
As her mother turned down the bed, Sarah asked, “Mom, will you model
with me?”
Her mother watched Sarah in front of the mirror for a minute then began
to take her blouse off. It was a night I will long remember! Sarah’s B-cups
and her mother’s DD’s were burned into my adolescent brain forever!
The show only lasted a few minutes but I enjoyed it all! I got only the
briefest glimpse of Sarah’s bare breast as she put on her pajamas. Then her
mother picked up her blouse and exited the room turning off the light and
closing the door.
Five minutes later the light came back on and Sarah held up a sign,
“Like that?”
I flashed my yes and her light went out. Show over!
Over the course of that summer, I saw each new bra Sarah got and even her
first bikini. To say nothing of her bare breasts as they grew.
Several nights later at the end of our game as she stood there in nothing
but her panties, Sarah held up another sign. It said, “Be sure and watch
tomorrow night!”
I wondered what she had in store for me.
That day seemed to never end. Each hour seems like a day in itself.
However, after the sun set I was once again on the roof.
The light was off but in the corner of the window was a little sign that
said, “Enjoy this!”
The window was open that night so I knew I would be able to hear anything
that was said.
When the light came on I saw Sarah and wondered what kind of show I would
see. To my surprise, there were three young women in the room. For thirty
minutes, I listened to the music and watched them as the laughed and giggled.
Not the show I was expecting at all.
I was about to give up when I heard Sarah say, “It is rather warm in
here.”
With that, she stood up and pulled her shirt up and over her head. I
wondered if the other two would follow suit. I had not long to wait.
In the next ten minutes, I watched three women remove their tops and set
before me in only shorts and bras. Now this was more like it!
Sarah turned the music down and I could hear the conversation.
“That’s a nice bra Sarah. Where did you get it?”
“One of the big department stores down town.”
“What size are you?”
“Thirty-four B,” Sarah answered.
“Wow,” said the other girl. “I can’t wait till I am that big!”
“Would you like to try it on?” Sarah asked.
“Could I?”
Sarah removed her bra and handed it over.
“Wow and it is padded too,” said the first girl as she took it. “My
mother won’t let me have a padded bra.”
“Well, if you are going to try it on get yours off,” Sarah said.
The first girl looked a Sarah and then the other girl.
“Go on do it,” said girl number three. “Hurry up. I want to try it
too!”
They all giggled.
For just an instant there were two sets of bare teenage breast for me to
look at and I hoped that soon there would be three, even though girl number
three was sitting with her back to me.
Sarah made no move to cover her self and I thought I saw her look out the
window at me and wink.
I watched girl number two put on Sarah’s bra, stand, and model for the
mirror just as Sarah did for me. So engrossed was I that I never saw the third
girl remove her bra. All I heard was Sarah saying “WOW!”
Turning from looking in the mirror, the second girl had a very stunned
look on her face. They were both looking at the third girl who was still facing
away from me. I had no idea what had stopped them both dead in their tracks.
“Come on it is my turn,” said the third girl. “Give it up.”
Sarah was just sitting there looking and the other girl was standing in
front of the mirror. All I could see was the third girl’s bare back.
As the second girl took off Sarah’s bra girl number three stood to try
it on. As she did, my binoculars zeroed in on her chest. I understood why Sarah
has said “WOW!”
This young woman had the largest darkest nipples of the three. They
looked almost as big as my thumb and they were so dark they looked angry.
Neither Sarah nor the second girl bothered to cover them selves as they stared
at the nipples on the chest of the other.
Sarah was the first to speak, “Your nipples alone should fill that
bra!”
“A…yeah,” agreed the second.
As the third girl modeled in front of the mirror, Sarah and her friend
just sat on the bed watching. Sarah was rubbing her breasts as I had seen her do
so many times before. I could tell that both had nipples but the third girl had
them both beat.
“I like this bra,” said girl number three, “but the cups are just
way too big for me. There is room in there for me and a friend,” she said
taking off the bra.
I look again at the chest of the third girl. She did indeed have the
other two beat in the nipple department but compared to even the second girl,
Sarah having the biggest breasts of the group, this girl had nothing but
nipples!
For me, I did not care. I was sitting there looking at three young women
none of which had anything on above the waist!
“I wish I had nipples like yours,” Sarah said.
The third girl looked down at her chest and began to roll her nipples
between her fingers.
“Come over here,” Sarah, said. “I have to see those close up!”
Girl number three sat down between Sarah and her other
friend and removed Sarah's bra. I had the best seat, looking at the three of them.
Both Sarah and the second girl were looking closely at the nipples of the
third. I was no different.
“Can I touch them?”
Did I think that or did someone say that? My mind was a blur. But as I
watched, both Sarah and girl number two slowly felt the nipples of their friend.
I learned that night about nipple erection, though I did not know at that time what to call it.
As the girls fingered the nipples of the third girl, they seemed to grow
longer, thicker and darker before my eyes.
I was watching very closely, when I heard Sarah’s mother’s voice,
“You girls get ready for bed now.”
The sound sent all three of them scampering into pajamas. This show was
over!
I did get to see all three of them in the back yard in bikinis the next
day. I was amazed to be able to see the nipples of girl number three even
through her bikini top!
The next night was rainy and I could not get to my roof top perch.
However, the next evening I was there.
Sarah came into her room and looked to see if I was there.
I flashed a hello with the penlight and she held up a sign.
“Did you enjoy the other night?”
I flashed a yes.
The next sign said, “So did I!”
She took off her shirt and her bra, did her little ‘look at me’
strut, put on her pajamas and turned off the light.
It was over two weeks before I had the honor of seeing Sarah again,
though I was up on the roof most every night.
I watched her show every night for a week. Then I had an accident and
broke my leg. By the time the eight weeks I was on crutches and in a cast was
over winter had arrived. I got very few chances during that winter to watch
Sarah at night. I did, however, have classes with her. This gave me the chance
to notice that she seemed to be growing even more.
On one occasion when she was helping me during those eight weeks, she
whispered in my ear, “I miss you watching me."
It was the first time either one of us had said anything about it.
I spent most of the next summer on my uncle’s farm. The two weeks I was
home, before school started, we resumed our little game.
The first thing I noticed was that my Sarah no longer had ‘bumps’ on
her chest. Now she had real breasts! They were a real handful now, as she proved
by holding them up one night, on in each hand. I also noticed that her nipples
were much more noticeable both in size and in color.
The second week of school I found a note in my locker. It read, “I am a
full C-cup now! Love, Sarah.”
Yes at age fifteen, she was indeed a beautiful looking young woman! Her
hair had grown to a little more than shoulder length and her legs were a foot
longer and very shapely. However, I was still in love with her breasts and the
little shows she did for me to watch from my roof top perch.
From time to time, I would find little notes in my locker at school. One
such note read, “I have something new to show you. Love, Sarah.” I was on
the roof that night for sure!
I feasted my eyes on the girl next door in the sexiest red satin bra and
panties I have ever seen. I had never seen Sarah looking so good!
Through that school term and winter, I would make my way to the roof
every time there was a chance. Sarah would look out the window, I would flash my
penlight, and she would do her show. We never spoke of our game. I was happy
just watching and she was happy to have me watch.
As summer rolled around, my uncle asked me to go with him cutting wheat.
I agreed, as I wanted to earn money for my first car. I spent the entire summer
driving a combine cutting wheat from south Texas all the way to Montana. At night I would sleep and dream about the girl back home and how she looked
last time I saw her.
Arriving home three days before the start of my senior year in school,
the first thing I noticed was the ‘For Sale’ sign in the front yard of
Sarah’s home. The second night my parents threw me a welcome home party. I was
very happy to see Sarah there.
When she gave me a big hug, she pressed her breasts tight to my chest and
whispered in my ear, “Watch tonight.”
I whispered back, “I would miss it for the world!”
I made an excuse to my parents about visiting a friend as soon as the sun
had set and left the house. I was on the roof waiting when her light came on.
She was still wearing the same dress she had on at my party. When she came to
the window and looked out, I flashed my signal. A smile came across her face and
she blew me a kiss.
I sat back to watch the show again for the first time that season.
Sarah wasted no time in getting it started. Running her hands up her
sides and out over her breasts, which seemed larger than I remembered, she
squeezed them through her clothing. Oh how I wanted to do that myself!
Turning to the side, she placed her hands under her breasts and lifted
showing me that they were indeed larger.
I watched as she lower the zipper on her skirt and let it drop to the
floor. She then lifted her foot on to a chair and slowly rolled her thigh high
nylons down. My Sarah knew how to tease me. With the second stocking off, she
turned her back to the window and bent over to pick up the skirt she had let
fall.
The sight I was a perfect backside that seemed to be totally bare. When
she stood and turned, I realized that she was wearing a thong. Folding the
skirt, she placed it on the back of the chair, looked out the window at me and
began to unbutton her top. I remembered the first time she had done a show for
me, the front opening bra, her showing me first one breast then the other.
As the last button was released and her top opened just as it had that
first night, she held up a sign that read, “These are D cups now!”
She did the same show I remembered from those years ago, pulling the left
side of her blouse open to reveal a breast encased in a wonderful lace see
through bra. Then covering it and doing the same on the opposite side.
She then turned her back to me, slid the blouse off her shoulders, and
placed it over the chair with the skirt.
I saw her reach behind her
and unhook the bra. She turned to face me and let the straps slowly slide her
arms, keeping the bra over her breasts, though it did little to hide her
treasures. I was in heaven!
The smile on her face told me that she loved what she was doing and loved
me watching her do it.
As she stood there looking me straight in the eye, she lowered on cup
exposing a full D-cup breast. As her one hand held the bra over her other
breast, her free hand came up to tweak her nipple making it stand up hard and
proud. She did the same with the other breast as I watched from my roof top
perch.
She turned side ways and lifted her breasts, and then she faced me and
bent over frontward letting them hang, though they were so firm they did little
hanging. I watched as she moved and turned and bent showing me her treasures in
every possible way and from every possible angle. The two-hour show was the best
she had ever done!
Sad to say that was the last time I watched from my rooftop. The house
sold the next week and Sarah and her family move across town. I still saw Sarah
in school but after we graduated, she went off to college and I never saw her
again until our fifth high school reunion.
At that reunion she walked up to me and gave a hug just like the one she
gave me at my coming home party my senior year, pressing her breasts against my
chest until it seemed they were inside my suit. The difference was that I felt
her slip something into the pocket of my jacket. After the banquet, I looked to
see what it was and found a note and a motel key. The note read, “Come watch
the show from front row center!”
Awe yes, but that is another story. Isn’t it!
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