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Kodiak Adult Dating Story
A story long enough to last through the week. Written for a woman so please guys don't peek. Hey! I see you. Oh well, what's a girl gonna do when a guy just wants to have a little look?
Juicy Story #5
The following story isn't true. I've thought about what happened too many times. I've re-played everything I can remember, including even the briefest moments, down to a flicker of an eyelash or a lip being licked, back and forth in my mind so many times now, that this version couldn't possibly be any more real than any of the other thousands of versions I've fantasized about ever since it happened........I was 18. Shut up. Yes, really. And I’m ok looking too, I guess. Pay attention. That summer it just so happened that I was very, very, close to a guy I didn’t really know at all. We never talked. I hardly ever saw him. We’d nod at each other sometimes.
It was cool. The weather I mean. I liked to lie in the backyard on the lounge chair during the afternoon and read. Something different broke up my routine about a week before - since last Thursday. That's when I first noticed I had a spectator. I read in my backyard a thousand times. I lived there since my parents got divorced when I was 14. And I like to read. I like romance stories. I admit it. Other stuff like Anne Rice or even Stephen King was ok too.
When I first saw him watching me, I almost lost it. But I'm really glad I didn't. Everything would have been completely different. I wasn't sure at first, if he noticed that I saw him, but he did duck away and didn't come back. It wasn't until I noticed him again the next day that I was sure it wasn’t an accident he was looking at me. How long had he been watching? They moved in almost six months ago. I almost ran inside. I didn't though. I stayed there for a little while longer, thinking all sorts of things until I couldn't stand it any more.
It took a lot of courage for me to go back out there the third time and do what I did. I don't even know why I did for sure. I’ve thought of a lot of reasons that might have something to do with it. One of them was because he watched me when I thought I was alone. That felt wrong and it was kind of like he owed me something for that. Another reason was, I really liked my favourite spot right there reading my books and I didn't want to move.
But the real reason I went back and sat on that lounge chair again, even though I knew he was going to watch me, is because I knew he was masturbating. And if I didn’t do anything different than I did before, he might do it again.
So, Thursday was when I first saw him and he took off. Friday, I recalled some things I did out there, and knew he had seen me, so I took off. On Saturday, I got the courage to go back out there but that was all I was able to do. I sat out on the back grass for about three hours and for about two hours and fifty-five minutes of it I was practicing my peripheral vision. By the time he got there I had already been practicing for an hour so my head wouldn't point at him. As long as my head was down or I held the book in front of my eyes enough, he might not catch on.
My lounge chair is one of those cheapo metal things with the springs down the sides holding onto those thin plastic slats like a Venetian blind. Some of the slats were broken so my butt actually hangs down a bit more than it's supposed to but it's more comfortable that way. Ha ha, I just realized how that sounded. And I’m only 18 years old. Really. Shut up. Anyway, that's not how I meant it. My butt is a little big but I'm not that big.
Sometimes I convince myself it's because I have really muscular legs from riding my bike so much to and from school everyday, which is at least 10 miles a week, plus I'd ride to the store a lot, and after school and weekends with my friend Justine. But anyway, I was talking about my butt cause his head was only 3 feet away from it. There was no doubt about what he was looking at. Why else would he be spying on me? His eyes were peering out of a hole between two wooden boards at the bottom of the fence. He had a perfect view right up between my legs or at my bum . Especially, if my left leg was bent a little.
It was really hard to stay still. I would start to jiggle my leg up and down without really knowing I was doing it and then make myself stop. I remember feeling like I was way too hot and blushing when I finally allowed myself to pull my left knee up toward me like I found out I had a habit of doing unconsciously. Before this though I had no idea that someone was staring right between my legs when I did it.
I remember shivering a few times like it was kind of cold out. But I wasn't really cold. I was kind of goosebumpy though. I felt like this was the most daring thing I had ever done and my body was in instinct mode for sure. I was clammy with sweaty palms and my armpits were getting wet even though I probably put on three times as much roll-on that day than I ever have.
My chair was up against the fence that separated our yard from the neighbour's to the east. I put the chair there because there was a shelf that my dad had nailed to the wall and it even had a cup-holder hole in it for my drinks. And of course it was the best place to get the sun for the longest time in the afternoon. I was wearing my yellow bathing suit. I had a blue and green one-piece but I didn't wear it much anymore because it was too small up top. Sometimes I wore my beige shorts and a t-shirt but it was warmer now and I was trying to get a tan. I bought my yellow suit a couple of months before but had just started wearing it the last few weeks in the backyard. I had worn it a bunch of times over at Justine's house cause she's got a heated pool in her backyard.
I never took my top off completely. I did touch myself a bit though. Nipples get hard sometimes. I didn't do that this time. I didn't really do anything at all this time. I was so nervous. That's probably why he left again.
On Sunday, I rubbed myself a little bit through my bottoms. I almost didn't. It took me a long time to get up the nerve that's for sure. I was taking these deep breaths and letting out long sighs for a while before noticing that I was doing it. Then it occurred to me that he was probably noticing my anxiety too. Probably more than I was. He also left again and didn't come back for about an hour. There was no way to know whether he was going to come back or not. I decided to wait.
When he came back I felt relieved. But I also felt like I better be doing something that would keep him watching too. I knew he wasn't there because he liked to watch me read. It still took me about ten minutes to work up my nerve. First I lifted my knee again. Then, after a little while more, I put my hand over my bottoms. I just sort of let it rest there. I had my book in my left hand and I pretended to keep on reading.
I noticed from before that he wouldn't look through the crack of the fence the whole time. Sometimes he would just take a peek and maybe see if I was doing anything different than before. But his eyes never went away the whole time my hand was touching my bathing suit.
After my hand had been on me for about five minutes, I finally dared myself to move it a little. I started with a casual kind of scratch like I was just a little bit itchy. Then I remembered that I liked to play with the waistband sometimes. The idea of a boys hand slowly sliding down there turns me on a lot. Especially if it's like the first time. A boy wanting to touch me but not being too confident about whether he should or whether I'll let him is really sexy.
So, I put my finger just inside the elastic. I slid it along from the left side toward the middle and then let it snap down as I pulled my finger out. Then, I ran my finger along the outside but down about an inch as I got closer to the middle. I kept doing that for a little while when I noticed that his eyes left again. Luckily they were only gone for about a minute. I was really glad to see him again cause it messed me up to think he'd leave just when I was starting to touch myself.
When he came back I started putting my fingers almost all the way down there. His eyes were in a different position when I saw him again though. Before, his eyes were right side up like he was sitting or squatting or something but now his eyes were leaning back more. He looked like he was lying down now but kind of propped up to see through the split in between the boards. And lying down like that while I was touching myself meant that he had to be getting himself into a position where he could touch himself too.
Maybe that was more than just a little freaky for me. I kept my fingers on top of my suit and the tips of my fingers were really, really, close to touching right there but I couldn't bring myself to do it. He was starting to jerk off right on the other side of that fence for sure. It was just too much to handle (pun intended, I guess).
Which brings us next to Monday. I was out all day. I got home after dinner and it was almost dark. The neighbour's hadn't been home either it seemed. I got curious. What if I took a look through the crack in the wall like he does? What the hell was I thinking? It was so exciting. I half-ran down the other side of the wall to find that hole in it. There was a cut log or a stump near the end just past where the hole in the wall turned out to be. I could sit on the stump and bend down and look through a knothole, at the edge of a plank, right at my lounge chair. I could also see how someone could rest their head against a root-like part near the bottom of the stump and see another angle. From that angle you could really easily see right up at the underside of the chair, right where my bum would be sticking down through the missing slats.
I didn't sit on the stump or lie on the ground though. It's not like I could really see very well, cause it was past dusk by then, but I did look around to see if I could find some proof. I'm not absolutely positive but it did look like there was some. It looked like a tiny bit of dried egg white right there on the fence. Then an upstairs window of their house closed and I ran. I don't think it was him though. I think it might have been his mom. I was totally shaky for about an hour after I was home. I spent a lot of that time thinking about him behind that wall. I thought about it all night. Especially before I went to sleep. I didn’t do anything though. I think I wanted to wait for him.
I was sun tanning again right after breakfast on Tuesday. I was wearing my blue and green one-piece this time cause my yellow suit was still wet from swimming at Justine's house the day before. That's where I had been all day. We went to the store on our bikes for a little while too. I almost had an accident while I was riding my bike. You might guess how come. When we got back I told her what was happening at my house.
Big mistake. She was way too curious. She kept asking me if I was doing anything while I was lying there letting him watch me. I said nothing. I knew her too well. There's no way I would tell her I was close to touching myself. Justine and I were best friends our whole lives but we never did or talked about anything sexual together up until this summer. We had an incident, for lack of a better word, a couple of months ago and since then we had been playing around, and talking to each other about what we liked and did, a little bit. So she kept asking and asking me about what this was all about and I kept saying nothing. I just knew she would try and get involved somehow and I was already regretting that I told her. I liked her a lot but I didn’t want her to wreck what was happening or even try to be a part of it. At least not yet. I wanted to do this without her. So, I was glad to be back here at home sun tanning all by myself.
I must have fallen asleep for awhile cause when I woke up Justine was there. I was really ticked off. She hardly ever came over to my house without calling before. And she never just arrived in my backyard while I was sun tanning. I could hear the phone ring from out here if she called, so I told her not to just drop by like this any more. I shouldn't have yelled at her like I did but she was arguing with me about that and being really snoopy like she wanted to lie down in my chair and do all of this stuff with me. Now I really wished I never told her at all. She started talking about the stuff that was happening way too loud and she wouldn't shut up or stop trying to look at the hole. She was even going to try and crawl under my chair and look through the hole. So, Justine and I didn't talk for almost a week after that. I didn't care at all though. I didn't think about her once that whole time.
And I never saw him once that whole day. I stayed out on the lawn chair until my dad said dinner was ready. I almost didn't go out there again after dinner. I thought Justine wrecked everything. My dad wanted to know where I was going. Normally he’d be working now but he took the week off. I lied. I told him I was going over to Justine's. Dad didn't know about our blow up. He was out when that happened.
Of course, I went to the chair. (That sounds ominous doesn't it?) I was nervous. But more than that I was really, really horny. I literally hadn't been able to sit still during dinner. Dad asked me if I had been drinking coffee again. I had decided that I was going to go through with my adventure tonight whether he was there or not. I had to get off. It seemed like ages since I had done it. Dad being home threw my routine all out of whack. (Ha ha, read that a couple times before I got the joke.) With all this pent up peeping going on lately I was aching, literally.
Before dinner I put an afghan under the back porch along with one of my favourite books for this sort of thing. I also had a candle but wasn't sure if I wanted to risk dad seeing it lit out there. In any case, I knew I didn't need to have it. Somehow bringing the book along made me sure of what I was going to do. I felt so excited. I felt like I was embarking on a daring adventure. I felt my nipples crinkle up so much I had to rub them so they wouldn't bug me.
This was one of the most exciting nights of my life even though I was sure I was just going to be alone in the backyard like I had so many times before. Just knowing that he had been watching me changed everything though. He could be there. He probably wouldn't be. I never came out at night like this. And then I had such a cool idea. I would practice. I would pretend he was there and I would imagine what it might be like if I could ever really get the courage to do what I wanted him to see me do. Oh, and I wanted to think about him too. God that turned me on.
When I got out to the chair I noticed that the plastic slats were already covered with a little bit of dew. This posed a dilemma for me, as I had changed out of my bathing suit for dinner and decided on a skirt for easy access and I didn't like the idea of my legs getting wet and cold. The afghan wasn't quite big enough to put across the chair and still be able to wrap around myself as well. It was getting chilly too. So, I tried to wipe off the chair with the afghan before I sat down which didn't really work. Now the afghan was wet too. They aren’t very absorbent.
Finally, I decided to put the wet side of the afghan down on the chair and do my best to cover up at least one of my legs and part of my chest. That meant that the top was kind of wet and when I tried to pull it all together, so to speak, I'd get my hands and arms wet. I was starting to get frustrated cause I couldn't get comfortable and I thought about just going inside.
But of course I didn't go inside just then. Instead, a light came on. The light came from the neighbour's upstairs window and it shone down on their backyard. I wasn't able to see the window from where I was because of the fence being in the way but I knew that those windows in the back were probably bedroom windows and I could see them from almost every other place in my backyard other than close to the wall. I knew that if I couldn't see that window then anybody there couldn't see me either.
I wasn't comfortable anyway so I decided to get up and have a look. I had to take a few steps away from my chair in order to see over the fence. It was him. He was at that same window that closed last night when I was sneeking a peek on the other side of the fence. I quickly stepped back toward my chair, even though it had been dark for some time now, so he probably couldn't see me. I peeked over the edge of the fence again to see if he was looking this way. He wasn't but, oh God, he was taking off his shirt. Waiting, waiting, and oh good God again, now he was taking off his pants.
Instinctively, I started walking backwards to improve my angle and sure enough, I could see his white underwear. Then he took them off too. I didn't get a look at his penis but I did see some curly pubic hair before he turned around and walked out of view. Man o' man did he have a nice bum.
He looked so good I started begging and pleading for him to come back. His thighs were so beautiful. I love looking at the back of a guys thighs and his bum. It's like all muscle back there and I get this urge to go down on my knees and just wrap my arms around his legs and hug like crazy. The thought of his penis getting bigger just above where I'm hugging him started me hopping up and down and moving around on the back grass hoping I might see him again from a different angle.
Their back door opened. It quietly closed again by the time I was up against the fence. It had to be him. I couldn’t see but who else could it be? Sure enough, I hear him walking on the other side of the fence and sitting down. I also heard the sound of a magazine or something being flipped open. He wouldn’t be able to see me by looking through the hole this time. I was standing about ten feet behind my chair right up against the wall. My left ear was pressed against the wood and I was pretty sure I could hear him pulling down pants.
I heard the pages flipping a little more. I thought, there was no way he could be reading with it being this dark out. Nobody reads magazines anyway. I was so incredibly excited. All I had to do was be absolutely quiet. I really wanted to listen to him cum.
I thought about trying to have a peek through the hole. I didn’t risk it though. The whole time he was playing with himself I was standing up against the fence with my face flat against it. I could even hear him rubbing himself but some of it was probably wishful thinking too. He wasn’t moaning or breathing loud but I could hear a page getting turned every now and then. I wondered what he was looking at. I knew they were naked women but I wondered what turned him on. Then I thought about him looking at me. I pictured him being all hard and holding it in his hand. I imagined him stroking on his thing and looking at the magazine and then looking at me through the hole. I thought about what I looked like to him when I was putting my hand in my panties or bathing suit and having him watch me. Did I get him hot like those pictures do?
I continued thinking about fingering myself and spreading my legs for him and listening to him grabbing and rubbing up and down and grunting louder. I even thought about how my bum would stick out under the chair and running my finger inside the waistband of my suit back and forth really slowly. Slipping my finger in deeper and twisting it a little so I moan a bit too.
When I heard him suck in a little gulp of air like a backwards “ah” I thought of him getting closer and closer. That’s when I finally thought to put my hand inside my own panties right then and start touching myself. I put my two fingers on my clit right away. I put my left hand over my mouth cause I knew I might give myself away really easily by having just one sigh let loose.
I hunched down a little so I could keep my ear against the wall and still put my hands where I wanted. I also bent my knees and spread my legs apart a little so I could balance better. I had all four fingers rubbing on me but mostly using the first two to slide on and around my clit. I thought about what it would be like if the wall wasn’t there. Standing beside him, and over him, watching him get really close. Seeing him looking up at my hand mashed inside my panties. Seeing him swooning. Wanting to watch him pull his cock. Oh fuck, getting close to cumming.
My knees are bending out more and my thighs are getting that quivery, uncontrollable jiggling, feeling. My right leg wants to do this Elvis thing every now and then. I’m almost bent right over and I feel like touching my breasts but I keep my hand over my mouth instead. I am going to cum. It’s just a matter of when. I’m straining to hear if I can hear him. I just want to hear something that sounds like cumming. I think I can hear a slapping up and down noise but I need some breath. I’m so close. I want to finish bad but I need to hear him first.
When it came I let myself go. It was unmistakable. It was so good. There is nothing in the world anything like the sound of a guy having an orgasm. It’s like the only time they completely let go of their feelings. I think they look sorta sad sometimes like a little kid about to cry. Makes me want to reach out and hug them better. When I thought about bending over to hug him he begins ejaculating on my tummy, and my panties, and my hand is still in them, and I start to cum.
Thinking about laying on him. My tummy touching his, and feeling his cum on me. Our skin sliding in it. Seeing it sticking to that line of hair that runs down from his belly button. Laying on him there. Pressing against him as the last few spasms of his cum seeps from that amazing little hole. What a monument men have for that hole of theirs. Tearing it down and re-constructing it every time they raise the issue.
I imagine myself lowering my panties with my left hand as I’m laying on his wet and sticky tummy. I pull them down far enough for me to feel his softening shaft brushing up against the back of my right hand down there. Rubbing my clit with two fingers and feeling his cock against the others. Trying to curl my other fingers around him and pull him against me. Having the head of him in my fingers and on my clit too. Touching them side by side. His cum cooling and sticking and mixing with mine.
Finally, pushing him inside me. Having him enter soft. Enough to feel the head between my lips, up against my opening, and pressing there. My fingers fully flying and pulling everything all over. Slapping my skin on either side of him. Starting to push myself down on it and trying to make it go in. Feeling him harden inside me. Making myself cum. Thrusting my pelvis. Fucking. Hard.
I had a really hard time staying on my feet. I totally wanted to just collapse in a heap on the grass. I was pinching my nostrils shut and jamming the palm of my hand against my mouth way too roughly. I had that feeling you get when your head fills up with blood and your ears want to pop. It went on forever. Definitely the longest orgasm I had up until then. I remember thinking I might bang my knee against the fence at some point. I also felt like trying to bite my hand.
By the time I managed to pull my hand out of my panties he was getting up to go. I rubbed my right nipple finally, knowing I was getting my shirt wet, but just having to release some tension there. My left nipple wasn’t sore but it felt really tight, and loosening it up a little bit by pulling on it, stretching it, made it feel better. I heard the magazine being picked up and he walked away. I didn’t move until I heard the back door open and close. Even then I waited a while longer just to make sure he really did go in.
I thought about walking to the chair and falling on it but I ended up just dropping onto the grass. I got a shock of cold wet dew all over my legs and arms and face but I didn’t mind twitching a few more times. I let out the longest sigh. I closed my eyes and let the endorphins roll me around. Justine calls it swimming with the dolphins.
I wasn’t asleep for long. At least I didn’t think I had been. I woke up shivering and badly wrapped up in the cold afghan. I grabbed it up in a big bundle and skipped quickly back to the house. When I came upstairs the lights were off except in the hall and my dad was already in bed watching TV. He called out. I opened his door and said good night and I’d see him in the morning. He looked over at his bed-side clock and then back at me and asked me if I knew what time it was. I was really surprised to see it was 12:18 am. I came up with a quick lie about falling asleep watching TV at Justine’s knowing that had worked before. It took me forever to fall asleep again but I wasn’t tired at all the next day.
The next day was Wednesday. The day before I started this story. On that day, Thursday, we finally did it together while watching each other. On Wednesday we did it too. It just wasn’t at the same time.
I was out on my chair for almost the whole day again. Twice my dad tried to get me to do stuff with him but I told him I was really enjoying my new book and trying to get a tan. It wasn’t my fault he was bored on his time off. I felt a little guilty for not doing something with him but this was way too good to pass up. I told him I’d make a nice dinner for us and maybe watch a video after. So he said he’d pick something up and get some groceries. He figured he’d be back in a couple of hours. I got up to give him a hug good-bye.
Less than ten minutes later I was being watched again. I was ready. I felt a lot more confident than I was before. We were even now. In fact, I felt like I was ahead of him now. I knew more than he did about what was going on. I knew I was being watched and he didn’t. I knew I was being watched and I liked it. I wanted him to watch me. I wanted him to see me cum while I pretended I didn’t know he was there. I doubt he’d do that for me.
So, I started my very first show. I even felt like I was performing. I remembered thinking about women doing this in videos. There was one particular scene I thought about more than any other. I felt a little like that actress now. She was masturbating while a friend of hers was watching. This was a little different though. Normally, I liked to be the one who watched. I’d get turned on and start touching myself as the other person made themselves cum. It felt a little like I was feeding on them. Cumming for someone else was more like being fed on.
I’m wearing my new two piece yellow suit. The easiest way to start seemed to be by putting on a layer of lotion. Nothing out of the ordinary, while I squeeze a dab into my hand and start rubbing it into my arms and shoulders. I put a little more into my hands and do my upper chest and tummy. I take an extra minute to run my finger underneath the edge of my top like I might want to adjust where the elastic is digging in a little. I even rub the skin a bit in some places. One little itch turns into a finger reaching deeper. Stretching it out eventually. I pull it up and over the rounding side of my right breast. Sliding it along gradually toward my nipple. Hooking my finger into a circle, around my aureole tighter, until I’m around the erect center, touching my tit for him, sliding the length of my finger slowly along my hard nipple.
When I pulled my finger out I held it up and looked at it. I was also looking right past it to where I could see his eyes watching me closely. I thought about that thing I’d seen other women do and licked my fingertip a little and touched my other nipple with it. Circling the wetness around and over the top of my left nipple. Then I put my thumb in too and pinched and rolled it around squeezing the blood in and out slowly.
I’m getting turned on. I squeezed my thighs together. I think about doing this pinching and rolling to my clit. Fingering myself under my suit. Squeezing my skin up and down and slipping my fingers around with wetness. Glancing, brushing, skimming, and teasing myself. Swelling. Filling. Arming myself. Pulling that trigger.
First, I open up my legs. I keep my feet on the chair but splay my knees out and lift them toward me. My butt sinks lower in the seat. My thighs rest against the arm rests. My heels are maybe two feet from my bum. I can see him looking at me under my leg. Seeing him staring up at my crotch made me so unbelievably horny. I reached down with my left hand and cupped my entire vulva. I grabbed it all like a piece of boneless chicken breast sliding the tips of my fingers inside the legband and suddenly pulling them to the side.
I didn’t know I was going to do that. I hadn’t planned on actually showing myself to him. Flashing him a full view of my pussy and all my hair down there wasn’t planned but I got so much hotter and hornier. I felt like one of the women in those magazines. Having a guy looking through a camera eye-hole watching me, wanting me, and fucking me with his eyes. I’m imagining what he wants me to do and acting out a fantasy. I pull my legs as wide open as I can and slump down to get the best reach. By the time I started to touch myself, fingers right on my flesh, feeling warm, wet, and fiery, I forgot about putting on a show anymore. I also forgot about putting on the rest of the lotion.
I went right to the top of my clit. Not on it but above it in that little indentation designed for a finger or two to press down on and push the button up. Sometimes I take the time and use two hands and have my left finger teasing the tip of my clit or running along my lips. This time I was going for my usual approach of digging into myself with frantic manic little circles and switching to an up and down motion at random.
I wanted something to shove into me. I didn’t own a dildo or vibrator. I never had a cock go in there yet either, but I wanted one more than ever right then. I closed my eyes and turned my butt a little closer to his point of view. I thought about his big cock sticking through his closed hand. I imagined I was pushing myself back toward it and having it right next to me. Seeing him jerking it right behind me. Feeling the spongy head pushing against my bum and going lower, underneath me, around the back of my leg and into my soft inner thighs.
Sometimes in bed I’ll masturbate on my knees while I’m hunched all the way over on my elbows and imagine doing it doggie-style. I love the feeling of pushing back onto a cock all on my own, at my own pace, while I make myself cum. I might of first thought of that because I was scared about a guy plunging in really hard and fast, just smashing away over and over without having that slow torque winding up inside making us want to cum. I had only started having orgasms a couple of months before all this. Ever since the first one happened though, I’ve had one every time I played with myself since. Sometimes even two.
This time I could have had two. I was that wound up. I started searching for the release. It seems I like to focus on something specific and particular to send myself over the edge. I work myself up thinking things like a cock opening me up inside or sliding through my fingers and going into my mouth but I need something over the edge to get me there.
My fingers had me almost home on their own. A big, fat, pink penis pushing up against my backside had me closer. Two things I thought of pushed me past the breaking point. I kept thinking about aiming and shoving myself back against his hard on. But I wanted him to put it right on my bum hole. I thought about him fitting it against my hole. Not going in but moving around in the wrinkly part and making it open just a little.
I saw him stroking in super slow motion with just the tips of his fingers sliding up and down underneath his penis. His thumb on top and his head tilting back letting loose a long thin stream of cum all around my bum.
I gasped. Knowing I was there now, I had a few more breaths before building up the final one I try to make last forever. During those few seconds I thought about his penis sticking through the hole in the fence and sliding my bum down on it, right up inside me, inside my cummy ass.
That did it. I clutched. There were easily ten or twelve major body contractions a second or so apart racking through me. Sometimes I cum in one long explosion but this was more like heartbeat bombs sweeping from the very middle of me to every part of my skin and pounding back in.
I wasn’t being very vocal but I’m sure there must have been a breathy “uh, uh, uh, uh, uh” sound coming out. I used all my fingers and flip-flopped my lips around afterward settling everything back to normal a little. I even ran my finger across my clit again gently and felt the blood still engorged in there but not quite as much already. That’s when I felt like I could cum again. I felt that twinge. It feels a little like knowing there’s something in there that can get dug out. And wanting to dig.
I flopped over onto my tummy instead though and tried not to smile so much. I put my hand over my mouth cause I was really close to giggling. It was like a big practical joke but it was all backwards. I had two “ha ha’s” sneak out almost noticeably when I had a sing-songy taunting voice in my head going “You saw me cu.....um and I, I, saw you too oo.”
But he didn’t cum. He never even got close. He was sitting up the whole time and not once did it cross my mind that he was actually doing it this time. I didn’t look over at him much. Maybe three or four times at most. I wasn’t thinking about it then but he was just watching me not lying down or sitting against the stump like before. I wondered. Maybe I was too fast. Maybe someone was home at his house. Maybe I have this all wrong and he’s just grossed out and going to tell every guy he knows what a total slut I am. Maybe I am such an incredible idiot for doing what I did in front of a complete stranger that I deserve to have a wrecked reputation. I ruined the rest of the day with worry.
But I did see him that night. It occurred to me that daylight might have been the problem. I hoped that was it. As soon as it was dark I was back out there. I told dad that I was going over to Justine’s house again but promised I‘d be home earlier. He reminded me about the video he had picked out for us to watch but I said I wasn’t feeling very well. There was a bit of rhetoric between us about why I was going over to Justine’s house if I was feeling sick but he reluctantly accepted that he didn’t know much about menstrual cycles.
I grabbed my afghan again but while walking out there I decided to do things a little different than last time. Although there wasn’t any dew yet I didn’t want to put the afghan on the chair anyway. I figured that it was my turn to watch him. So, I laid it out on the grass close to the hole. It was far enough away that he wouldn’t be able to see it and if he came I’d scoot forward a few feet to have a peek.
I laid down next to the fence and patiently waited. And waited. And waited. Then, I waited some more but wasn’t patient. Finally, I was rewarded with an overwhelming sense of frustration from all that waiting.
I didn’t have my watch but guessed it was at least ten o’clock, maybe eleven. I had to go in soon. I thought about getting off before I left but I was really cold and a hot bath sounded better. Dad finally installed the shower massage thingy that Justine bought me as a belated birthday present (or so I told dad anyway). But alas, my dear friend, that is a totally different story.
The back door opened. Not his, ours. The light came on flooding the back yard and my dad stood there calling me. He was looking in my direction but I guess he didn’t see me because I was lying on the grass behind the lounge chair. For some reason I didn’t say anything. He obviously knew somehow that I wasn’t at Justine’s house. I think I just panicked like I usually do but I didn’t have my book and I had no idea what I would have said I was doing. He closed the back door and turned off the light.
I got to my feet, bundled up the afghan, and hopped around a little in the backyard trying to figure out what to do. He obviously called over to Justine’s and she said I wasn’t there. And she, obviously, didn’t try and cover for me which meant she was still miffed about our spat the other day. I decided to tell dad that Justine and I had a fight so I went over to another friend’s house instead. He didn’t know I had another friend I was close enough to visit because I didn’t. Men don’t know anything about girls though, especially when we use that, “are you completely mental?” tone of voice, and the details of my new friend and her really cool house just came naturally.
Then a light came on upstairs. Not our house, his. It was his bedroom window and sure enough he was getting undressed again just like last night. Thank God dad turned the outside light off again. He could wait a little longer for me. Boxers tonight, much better than jockeys. Oh, and that gorgeous bum. Again I dreamed about wrapping my arms around that tight muscular butt of his and even reaching up and touching his thing. Rubbing my face around the back of his thighs, having my cheek against his cheeks, feeling him getting bigger in my hands. He was probably coming down here so I quickly threw the afghan back on the grass near the hole and laid down trying to stop myself from breathing. Of course, I put the wet side of the afghan up without knowing it until I laid down.
Maybe two minutes later his back door opened and closed quietly. I heard him swish through the grass. He sat down or lied down and I heard the magazine pages being flipped open again. I waited. Of course I wasn’t patient. I wanted to make sure he thought he was alone and started doing his thing (ha ha) before I tried looking through the hole. He was so quiet. I couldn’t really hear him at all. After a few minutes I decided to go for it cause I didn’t want to miss out on anything.
So slowly I moved. I felt like one of those army guys crawling through the grass. They don’t have boobs to deal with though and I probably looked more like a caterpillar. It took forever but I was really quiet. Eventually I got myself under that hole. It was about two feet off the ground. I extended my arms like a push-up and slowly, slowly, slowly, looked through. I couldn’t see him. I knew he was still there but I didn’t have the right angle. I was taking too long and I had to re-position myself quietly but he’d been going at it for maybe five minutes already and I really wanted to see him this time and I’m going nuts.
So, I pull my legs up so I’m sort of sitting on my thighs but I have to hunch down a little bit to look through the hole but it’s good enough for now. I just want to see him. And there he was. My first real, actual, live, hard as a tree, penis. This was so cool.
The magazines, at least two of them that I could see, were spread out on the grass on the other side of him. This was good cause his head was turned away from me. But he was right handed and sometimes his arm covered up what he was doing. He was also leaning toward the magazines. So, I wasn’t able to see as much of his face as I wanted to. I did see his dink really good though.
When I told Justine all about this later on, that’s how I said it. I called it his dink and she said I’m such a little girl. She also said something like, “if it’s big and red and covered in hair you call it a cock, woman.” So, I saw his cock. But to me, right then, seeing one up close like that for the first time, I was thinking things like: “my God his dink is big,” and, “I like his dink.” and, “I want that dink.” Or even, “Oh man o’ man would you look at that dink.”
His hand moved slowly and strongly up and down, up and down, over and over. God did it look good. He was so incredibly sexy. His hand moved so sure. I noticed that I could almost always see the spongy tip poking through the top of his hand where his index finger and thumb made a circle like an o.k. sign. His hand would twist and turn kind of. Then, he leaned away for a second and turned the magazine pages over. He also flexed his bum a few times which made him slouch down a little more. It also made his whole crotch thrust up. Fuuuuuck me, that was hot.
I guess he liked these pictures cause he started rubbing up and down faster now. I wanted to be on my knees instead of sitting on my left thigh. I tried lifting my right leg up and putting that foot on the ground but it was uncomfortable and hard to balance that way and still look through the hole. Something had to be done though cause I couldn’t touch myself this way.
I decided to get on my knees after all. I’m really glad I did too. From my knees I was able to see something I brought out the other night. It was on the little shelf my dad put on the wall for me. The candle.
I was so happy. I really wanted to put something inside me. I had to peel some of the wax off the bottom of the candle cause I had melted it a few times so it would stay upright. It didn’t take long and I immediately started sliding it in. I was really, really, wet already and as soon as I had it past my lips and into my opening I bent over again so I could look back through the hole.
Oh God he was humping. Both his knees were pulled up off the ground now and he was thrusting himself up and really fucking his hand. He was being way more energetic than I imagined from last night. His bum was almost lifting off the grass and I shoved the candle in about two inches deeper just thinking about his bum banging up and down on the ground.
I felt like he was going to cum way before me. I had to use my left arm to prop myself up against the wall and not fall over. My right hand had the candle and I needed to start rubbing my clit quickly. I could hear him grunting this time. My nipples were screaming. The candle was getting slippery and hard to hold. I sat on it.
That was heaven. It hurt like hell but it made everything work. I guess the bottom of the candle banged up against my cervix or something but I sat forward and it was ok that way. I was able to rub the wick end along the ground pulling it out a little. I was also able to push it back in that way too. I didn’t do that much though. My hand was able to get on my clit and that was all I needed.
My clit was absolutely huge. I’d never been so worked up before without touching it and it felt broken it was so big. I could get both of my fingertips and my thumb on it. When I squeezed I got dizzy. I also made a mistake. I made a noise. He heard me. When I looked through the hole from about a foot away I could tell he had stopped. Sure enough, within a second or two, I saw him looking at me. I had even tried to get out of the way by toppling over onto my side and then my back thinking I might get under the hole enough to be able to hide.
I felt completely ridiculous. Thumping on the ground, out of breath, a dirty candle sticking up inside me, with probably the stupidest look on my face ever invented. Obviously, I had stopped what I was doing too. Our eyes locked. Then, he was gone.
There was some small consolation when I thought of him later that night having to hop back into his house wangling all over the place. He probably even jerked off in his bedroom after that, so he didn’t get blue balls from being so close. I, on the other hand, did too. (Get it?)
So, (finally?) it’s Thursday morning and I wake up thinking it was fun while it lasted. I also thought about blackmailing the bastard so I could get to see him cum for me. I felt like walking in his front door, waving a little hello to his parents in the kitchen, walking up the stairs, kicking the bedroom door open, waking him up, and telling him to start making himself cum. Now.
But I laid in bed for another ten minutes friggin myself to that lovely image instead. Dad wrecked any idea of round two with me sitting on my next door neighbour, like he was a candle in the dirt, and re-enacting my own version of the second coming. Dad just wouldn’t go away. I tried telling him I was still feeling sick like last night. Somehow, watching Sean Connery and Richard Gere whacking their swords together over a twenty year old with my dad just didn’t do it for me.
And yes, we had a long talk last night about where I had been. I told him I had no idea where Justine was because I wasn’t at her house. I reminded him that I said I was going over to a “friend’s” house, not over to Justine’s house. I’m gonna feel awful when he develops Alzheimer’s from all my lying but I had to do something, right? Besides, my insides were on fire from a candle that was too long, I just watched a big hairy red cock that didn’t cum, and I got caught with my panties down playing with myself in the dirt. I told dad I had to go to the bathroom using that voice of feminine emergency. I know, I was just awful. But it got me to my bedroom.
And in the morning, my dad was determined to do something with me before his vacation was over and I was determined to stay in bed. He even offered to take me clothes shopping. After bowling, and brunch at IHOP, of course. Hard to pass that up, but I did, and he went anyway, pouting and mumbling.
I fell back asleep but was woken up when the phone rang a couple of hours later. Guess who? Justine. She was calling to get our stories straight. I told her I used the new friend bit and she decided that wasn’t going to work cause her mom would want to talk to the friend’s parents. I was still a little miffed with the world for wrecking my little peek-a-boo game and was also too groggy to come up with valid sounding lies for her just then. I never even thought to ask her where she had been. I just brushed her off saying I had to help my dad and tried to sleep some more but couldn’t.
I felt depressed. I rolled around in bed until my dad got home. I had a long shower. I didn’t use the shower massage thing. Somewhere along the line a little light came on inside without me knowing about it though and my mood began to lighten. I spent the afternoon playing chess and making snacks and tea and listening to music and talking with my dad. I learned a lot from him.
But as the sun began to set outside casting long triangular shadows across the living room floor, I felt a pull. Thoughts like trying to castle without going into check versus losing my knight interspersed with overwhelmingly yummy, freshly made, warm and chewy, chocolate chip cookies with those big chunks of chocolate and Van Morrison singing something about all the tea in China but drinking Earl Grey cause it’s my dad’s favourite ever since mom first introduced it to him when they first started going out together back when he was my age and discovering what it was like to be free and wander wherever you may wish.
Then there was the pull again. Darkness. Curiosity. Possibility. Sex.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom but went to my bedroom window instead. I opened the curtains which are almost always closed and looked out into the backyards wondering what would happen if. I decided I was willing to find out.
After finishing the third chess game and quite a few more cookies, another cup or two of Earl, at least half a dozen cd’s of old balding white guys wearing black and singing the blues, and my dad telling me yet another old story about the way things used to be, I opted to bail out on him again and see if I might be able to get away with what I really wanted to do, which, of course, was to go to the chair.
And sure enough those darn “cramps” started acting up again. But I felt all better by the time I got to my bedroom to lie down for awhile so I slipped out the window onto the lower roof overhang instead. Justine and I used to climb up onto the roof this way and climb down the ivy lattice work on the side of the house when she slept over sometimes. I hadn’t done it for awhile but it was like riding a bike. I even put the afghan, candle, and book just inside the back door beforehand just because it all seemed to go hand in hand now.
It was cool. The weather I mean. I liked to lie in the backyard on the lounge chair during the evening now and wait. A new and different routine that started a week before - since last Thursday. I even came up with the idea of placing the afghan sideways so just my feet stuck out at the end but I could cover the rest of myself all up. I wiggled my feet. Then I heard him say, “Hello.”
I went airborne. Completely freaked me. I’ve never recovered.
Eventually though, I looked at him, looking at me, through that little hole in the wall, and I smiled. He said, “Sorry.”
I said, “It’s ok.”
He said, “Hi.”
I said, “Hi,” too.
Then nothing happened for an unknown amount of time until at some point he said, “I didn’t mean to...”
And I said, “I know” and it happened again.
“I’m Shaun”, he says so matter of factly. “I’m.....sorry.....for everything, you know. I.....didn’t mean any harm.”
I said, “It’s ok.”
He said, “Hi,” again.
I said, “Hi, again,” too.
Well, our conversation gradually progressed along at this pace for the next hour or so, and we were smiling a lot, asking questions, and laughing sometimes. From out of somewhere though, there was this tension growing, we both knew, we could both tell. There seemed to be an unspoken “So, um.....are we going to do anything, or?” hanging in the air.
Then out of nowhere he just came out and said, “I want you to know, I really loved to watch you.”
I must have blushed blue. That one little line broke me up inside. We’re talking about really cracking up. I was such a girl. I got giggles bad. My hands went up over my face and I tried to scrunch up into the fetal position with the blanket. What happened though was the afghan unintentionally uncovered my left thigh area and some of my skirt lifted too.
By the time I noticed, I figured it was fate. It was one of those times where everything goes accidentally perfect. Imagine just trying to convey that you didn’t mean to do something like that. I couldn’t. I hadn’t recovered from giggling. But I didn’t put the blanket back. My leg went back down and my skirt stayed up. I could see my panties so he would have been seeing much more. He was looking again too. I knew we were going to do it.
Then he said, “Can I show you something?”
So I said, “Sure.”
And he did. He showed me everything. It didn’t happen right away. It took a while. Everything takes a little while to prepare.
First, he proceeded to take off the lower half of one of the planks by prying it loose with a couple of tugs. After the piece of wood was removed his whole face appeared sideways, smiling. He said, “Now you can see more of me,” and I got woogly all over.
And I said, “Ok.”
He said, “Ok,” again too.
Then his face disappeared and I heard him taking off his pants, again. Next thing I knew I could see him. Lots of him. This time he sat in front of me. His shoes and socks were still on, of course, and his feet were on the fence, on either side of the larger hole he had made. His knees were a foot off the ground and he was leaning back against that stump which he had moved.
I looked right up between his legs and saw everything. And it was getting bigger.
All of a sudden I had a flashback to a favourite video. I was looking through a small TV like hole in the fence and seeing someone sitting in front of me. They were going to have an orgasm and I was going to watch them. This time the genitals were all different though.
I sat up and pulled down my panties. I just hooked both of my thumbs into my waistband and pulled them all the way off. I swung my legs off the side of the lounge chair and stood up. I unzipped my skirt down the side and stepped out of it. My vagina felt the cool air. Then I turned to pick up the afghan and laid it out on the grass and sat down facing him, in front of the hole, opposite him.
I wasn’t really nervous at all. I wasn’t thinking about it. I was just doing it. He was doing it too. We were looking at each other. I watched his hand and he looked at me. When I looked at him he watched my hand. I placed my fingers on top of me and felt so warm. His hand held his penis still but slid the skin up and down with his fingers. He was rubbing little circles underneath his cap and I could see that puffy wrinkly part, that looks like a little clit, between and around his fingers when they moved. I thought that would be such a good place to have my tongue. Licking him a little bit right there in between his fingers and sort of slowly trying to pry a fingertip off with my tongue and get under it to that clit-like skin.
I moaned. I didn’t care. It felt so good. Moving my fingers on me like his fingers were moving on him. Lots of circles. His thigh muscles and tummy had the same kind of rocking pushes that I did. When I saw him doing that they got bigger. I felt like I was sitting on one of those merry-go-round wheels at the kids playground and he was grabbing the bars as they went by and making everything go faster and faster. It was an enormous wheel. It got bigger when he pulled. It got faster when I pushed down and went around. I started wanting him to hop on with me so we could try crawling into the center of the big wheel together feeling the force pushing us to the outside. Getting into the middle of it all became everything.
I looked at his balls. I love that sack. It was moving up and down every time he stroked himself. I could even see his bum a little.
I shuddered for a second. It was like the chain coming off my bike when I peddled uphill. Then Shaun moaned for me and I was in a higher gear. Pushing on one side and then the other. Feeling myself like a bicycle seat. Having that horn pressing inside. Rolling me all around down there. Going faster and faster up the hill.
“Yes,” he mouthed.
I nodded my whole body back at him. I grabbed his eyes and reeled. Everything in me was letting go. I was almost there in the center. So was he. We had a hold of all the gravity and it was coming loose. Shaun was straining. The momentum was almost too much now. It was going on it’s own taking us along with it. The shaking started. Vibrating. Bouncing.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
Oh God we were really going to cum. It was one of those moments where you just know that you’re both on the same wave together. We were breathing the same. Those pushes from inside started getting longer and his pulling was getting faster and it all became a matter of how long we were going to be able to hold on to everything.
Then that switch happened. I could see it happening in him too. He was crossing over. I started following his lead naturally. Our bodies beginning to spin out of control. Pulling away from some other part of us and beginning to whip us outward. He was so strong. I was letting go. I held onto him for as long as I could. Slipping. Falling. Everything beyond heavy. Becoming light. Fusing. Collapsing. Disappearing. Dying. Gone.
And we exploded. Everything going everywhere all at once. There was nothing else. Nothing mattered. The entire universe was happening. Like being born. God was it good. I felt all that spiritual stuff I heard other people going on about sometimes. It was like creation itself and stuff like that. Watching his cum bursting out of him was.......
I can’t finish that sentence. It seems neverending. Our moment together, was coming to an end though. I was pretty embarrassed afterward and giggled and blushed like I usually do. He was smiling but there was an exhausted, sort of sad, look on his face that I love seeing on a guy. I really wanted to snuggle up into his big strong arms and purr. Maybe even do some of that tummy-kneading like cats do if they’re taken away from their mom’s too early. But there was that wall between us.
We awkwardly cleaned ourselves up and made that transition back to reality. There was another of those unspoken, “Now what?”’s, in the air. It wasn’t too bad though. I think we both knew we had been a part of something bigger than both of us. Have you ever had the impression that there’s a whole bunch of spiritual stuff going on and you’re only a small part of it?
Sometimes I think of it like there’s a big crowd of ghosts all gathering together to get in on what I’m doing. Sort of like they can pick and choose where they want to be in the whole world and have something like a TV guide to all the programming that’s coming on that week on earth. And every now and then some of them think I’m worth tuning in to. Something about having more of them there makes everything better too, like they’re enjoying the energy ride and some of theirs rubs off on us adding to everything.
After our clothes were back on, and we smiled at each other enough already, and we said some, “See you later”’s, and, “Thank you”’s, and stuff knowing that we would be back here again tomorrow, Shaun said one thing to me before he left. He said it so matter of factly too. I didn’t know him at all then so it was my first experience of his incredibly dry wit and penetrating sense of humour. He just said it and then walked off leaving me there in a complete and total stupor. I know now, that he knew exactly what he was doing the whole time.
Shaun said, “Maybe next time you’ll invite your friend to join us.”
Then, he nodded his head up and to the left, looked toward my house, and walked away. Justine was sitting on the lower roof overhang with her shorts still down. She had the audacity to give me a stupid smile and even waved at me.
I said, “Don’t you dare move,” and started running to the ivy lattice work on the other side of the house. I could already see her pulling up her shorts trying to figure out how she was going to get off the roof. It was too high to jump from and I was going up the only escape route. I heard Shaun laugh as he went in his back door.
Justine snuck in my bedroom window and lamely hid in the closet. I was completely dumbstruck when my dad came in and caught us wrestling and laughing and screaming and yelping in pain. He did the smart thing and didn’t ask. He just said, “Shh, it’s late. If you’re staying over Justine how about you two get into bed o.k.?”
We talked forever about everything. She had been there from the first day I told her. I pinched her nipple so hard and tried to wrench it right off. Nipple fights are such a bad thing to get started. I always regret them for days.
But I love having Justine as my best friend. I also love Shaun too. Shaun and Justine are in love and this is my gift to them on Justine’s 25th birthday. May they always be together.
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