Babysitter Rock

My wife is a wonderful woman. She has a Masters Degree in Child Psychology, an excellent job, does volunteer counseling and is flat out gorgeous to boot. If all of that’s not enough, she’s also an excellent mother to our two children. Oh, I’m sure Jane and Bob sometimes thinks she’s a bit strict about certain things. But she really has their best interest in mind.

Take their television viewing, for instance. She doesn’t want them spending too much time in front of tube and she generally monitors what they’re watching. She even had me insert a spy cam in the TV room so that we can make sure the babysitters aren’t just plunking the kids in front of the set when they’re supposed to be doing other things. I’m in charge of checking the disks. My wife doesn’t get along with computers. Usually I check the disk the day after the babysitting session. This last disk, though, sat a bit longer. I was up against a few deadlines and let it slip. Little did I know what I was missing, but I know now.

Carol had been babysitting for us, off and on, since she was in high school. It was hard to believe she was now going to the local community college. We’d watch her grow up and, believe me; she was growing up just fine. When she was younger, her strawberry blonde hair and freckles gave her a tomboy look. She was now developing into quite a seductive young woman. Her lemon-sized tits had a lovely uplift, her cute little-boy butt had a tantalizing roundness that highlighted her tight, flat belly. I’m sure she was driving the college boys crazy. Heck, when she showed up in the pink tee shirt and tight white shorts to baby-sit, my groin was certainly impressed.

I’d been up late working on a presentation when I remembered that I hadn’t reviewed the disk. After I finished my work, I slipped the disk into my laptop and fired up the player. Carol had let the kids watch the Discovery Channel for an hour. The kids were on the couch, actually behaving themselves. Carol was sitting in my leather rocker-recliner. At the end of the hour she shut off the set and walked out of the room with the kids. All seemed well with the world. Since the camera was motion activated, I was then entertained with a few flashes of Carol’s fabulous bare legs as she went in and out of the room. The timer showed 22:30 , the kids were asleep. I was just about to stop the viewer when I saw Carol return to the room. She had videotape in her hand. I watched her lovely tits bob as she put the tape in the VCR. I seemed to remember that she was wearing a bra when she showed up to baby-sit. It didn’t look like she was wearing one now.

She sat down on my recliner. I’d purchased that chair shortly after my back started giving me trouble. It had a built-in vibration mode and obviously Carol had discovered it because I saw her hand slide down to the switch. She sat back deep in the chair but didn’t recline. I remembered that the vibrations were much stronger on your butt and crotch if were sitting. It looked like she was unbuttoning her shorts. I selected the view of her in the chair and magnified it. Sure enough, she’d unbuttoned and unzipped her tight white shorts. My eyes widened when she slid her right hand into her panties.

She sat watching the tube and almost idly playing with her pussy. Her fingers were slowly sliding up and down inside her shorts. I tried selecting just her shorts and magnifying the view of her crotch but it was the resolution wasn’t good enough; I could see motion but not detail. I went back to the full body view and was glad I had. She’d moved her left hand under her tee shirt and was clutching her firm right boob. The fingers of her right hand were still working between her legs and, I don’t know whether from the tape she was watching or the sensations building inside her, but they seemed to be going about their job a bit more enthusiastically. Then she started rocking.

I’d bought the rocker recliner because my doctor told me that it might help my back. He didn’t say anything about it making my prick hard but watching Carol rocking in the chair while she rubbed her pussy and tit was certainly doing the job. I pulled my dick free as I saw her mouth open. I risked a little volume and heard her moaning to the type of bad jazz they have in porno movies. I turned the volume down a few notches. I didn’t want to wake my wife. I didn’t want to miss this show. It was getting good. Carol’s shapely legs were stretched straight out. Her rocking had intensified; she was pressing her hand against her pussy and rocking against it. I couldn’t tell whether she had any fingers inside her but from the way her face was contorted in sexual passion, I imagined that she did. Her mouth was slack and she was moaning louder, rocking harder, and tweaking a nipple underneath her pink shirt.

She was pumping her pussy pretty good, her sleek body writhing as she rocked. Her hips were jerking, the chair was rocking even faster, she brought her left hand down between her legs and rubbed them on the outside of her shorts as the right continued to plunge deeper and faster within her panties. She just about pushed her shorts into the crack of her ass when she arched off the chair, legs straight out, groaning with ecstasy, spasming again and again against her hands until she finally sprawled on the chair in erotic exhaustion. I came into a wad of Kleenex watching her beautiful body spread in a post orgasmic glow.

After a few minutes she adjusted her panties, zipped up her shorts and stood up. Oh, my goodness, that girl had a fine ass! When she bent over to retrieve her videotape I was also reminded that she had incredible tits. Her nipples were still hard against the pink fabric of her shirt. A few minutes after she left the room, I sat in front of the monitor hoping she was going to come back. Sad to say, that was the last scene on the disk. It had been plenty. I slipped the disk into an inner pocket of my laptop case. I knew I was going to want to dance to the babysitter rock again.

THE END

STORY 12

The Secret Cave

Things get weird when your best friend moves away. I’d known Richie just about my entire life. We’d done just about everything together and now he was gone. His whole family was gone, even his sexy sister Jeannie. Watching their car pull away had been one of the toughest moments of my life. Now, here it was, a sunny summer day and I had no idea what to do with myself, by myself. I rode my bike for a while, just drifting, then I decided to head to the cave.

Richie and I had spent a lot of time in the cave the previous two summers. We’d found a smaller cave way off the back of the main one. It was our secret place. Most people didn’t even know about the main cave, you had to go through a bunch of bushes just to find it. Finding the small cave was almost like finding a secret in a secret.

I had to crouch a bit in the main cave to avoid bumping my head. Though I could still see the mouth of the cave, the back portions were dark. Without a light, I had to crawl on my hands and knees and feel along the wall to find the opening to the small cave. I finally located the opening and crawled in. I sat comfortably in the dark remembering the cool times Richie and I had here. This is where he’d taught me how to masturbate and described watching his sister and cousin naked while we did it.

Alone in the dark, I stripped off my jeans and laid down on them. My cock was already half hard. I was thinking of Jeannie’s naked body and becoming harder when I first heard the voices. I froze for a moment and then turned to look out the opening into the main cave. A boy and a girl were in the cave. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. They’d moved a bit back from the cave mouth but were still a bit in the light. With my head in the dark passageway, I knew they couldn’t see me. She had wavy red hair and running her hands through it. As Richie would say, “she had a rack to die for” on a short but pretty body. The guy was kind of tall and skinny. His small backpack made him look like he had hump.

“You didn’t tell me there were going to be so many damn bushes.”

“That’s what makes it cool” the guy replied as opened the pack. He pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the cave floor. “Our own little love cave!”

The girl giggled and pulled her tee shirt over her head. Underneath was a small green bikini top; it looked like it was just barely holding her big breasts. When she dropped her jeans, I felt my cock begin to harden again. She was wearing a green thong. Her butt cheeks seemed to glow in the dim light. She crawled on top of the guy and pulled off his shirt. When she bent down to kiss him I thought her tits were going to fall out of her tiny bra.

She was moaning lightly and rubbing her thong on his jeans clad crotch. He undid her bra and freed up her big round tits, they swayed side to side with her grinding motions. The guy grabbed one in each hand and began rubbing them causing the girl to break the kiss and sit up with her hands dug into her hair, still grinding her crotch into his. I began paying a bit more attention to my own crotch.

She slid down and unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down to his feet and then straight off. He was now spread on the blanket with his long thin cock pointed toward the ceiling. She crawled back up his legs, her tits dangling and rubbing up against him. Her hand went around his dick and she began to slowly stroke it. I was stroking mine, imagining her hand. When she started sucking on it, that took a bit more imagination but it was certainly helped by watching her butt rock up and down in time with her head. The guy reached down and sunk his hands in her hair. He was groaning a bit. She released his wet dick, reached over him for his backpack and found a condom. I watched her slide it gently onto his hard cock. With one hand, she pulled off the thong. She squatted over him, her pussy just a few inches above the guy’s rubberized prick, she hung there, teasing him a moment. He arched his back a bit. She grabbed his dick and slid it inside her. They both groaned with pleasure.

His hands were on her nice round butt as she slowly rode his cock. She was kneading her big breasts and had begun moaning. They when on like this for a few minutes, their naked bodies rocking together to her hypnotic fucking beat, a beat that was becoming a bit more insistent. She threw back her head. The sound of her heavy breathing carried all they way to the back of the cave. The guy’s fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks. She released her breasts and moved down to kiss him. Her hips were pumping faster. He was matching her stroke for stroke. I could hear their naked flesh slapping together over her now heavy moaning. He was hanging on to her ass for dear life as she thrashed on top of him, completely out of control with lust, pounding his body with her passion. It sounded like she growled when she arched her back, driving his cock deep into her hungry pussy, milking it as she came loud and hard. He arched up toward her. For a few moments his ass was off the blanket as he strained to go even deeper inside her to shoot his load. I held my breath as I shot my load onto the cave floor. It rushed out of me in a hot flood. I bit my lip to keep from gasping even though they probably couldn’t hear me over their own gasps and groans.

They lay on the blanket, slowly rubbing each other’s nudity for several minutes. I flinched when he threw his soggy condom toward the back of the cave, even though it didn’t come close. It wasn’t too long before they started getting dressed. I waited a few more minutes before pulling on my jeans. I couldn’t wait to get home and write Richie a letter. The boy was going to cream his pants when he read this one!

THE END

STORY 13

Catching Katie

When we agreed to take in Katie for a few weeks before she started college, I cleaned out my work shed. We sometimes used it as a guesthouse, but, in between stays, it was my personal workspace and temple of solitude. It had electricity, running water and heat. It was small but comfy.  I took out my tools, I brought my laptop into the house, I removed two half completed novels, three porn magazines and my personal papers. I left the spy cam hooked up.

I’d installed the cam and a silent alarm a few months ago when there was a wave of neighborhood break-ins. I had remembered to disable the alarm but hadn’t unhooked the cam. It was concealed in the ceiling, it was easy to forget. I didn’t forget.

Every woman on my wife’s side of the family is attractive. Katie, her sister’s oldest daughter, was on the verge of beautiful. Her ash blonde hair framed a face highlighted by crystal blue eyes and a healthy smile. Her cute little nose had picked up a light band of freckles from the summer sun but, otherwise, her skin was flawless. She’d been one of the top high school gymnasts in her home state. Her cute round butt and tight, flexible body fueled several of my fantasies. I’d never actually touch her that way. Even though she was now eighteen, she was still my niece. But, I did leave the camera hooked up.

Katie arrived pretty late. The poor kid looked beat. We put her stuff in shed, got some food into her and wished her a good night. My wife usually went to bed early but had stayed up late to get Katie settled in. I was hoping for a little nookie, but the wife was too tired. It wasn’t the first time I wandered downstairs a little frustrated, quite a bit horny and not very sleepy.

After making myself a drink, I settled in front of the tube but after channel surfing for a bit, nothing really caught my interest. I wandered back out to the kitchen and made myself another drink. That’s when I noticed that the shed light was still on.

With a nervous tingle of anticipation, I turned on the cam monitor and entered my password. The room came in clear but I didn’t see Katie. When she came into view, I realized that she had just come out of the shower. She had one towel wrapped around her body and another one wrapped around her hair. The moment she dropped the body towel and plunked down on the bed, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Her tight little body was spread across the bed. Her cute little boobies pointing toward the ceiling, her firm tummy moving with her breath, a light patch of hair surrounding her prominent pussy mound. She stayed spread eagle for a few moments. The beautiful sight of her young, shapely, very naked body was making my cock hard.

With eyes closed she began to rub one of her small but lovely breasts with her left hand. A few moments of this caused her legs to begin squirming on the bed. She moved her left hand on to the other breast as her right began stroking her muscular inner thighs. I couldn’t believe my fantasy was coming true the first night. I unzipped my pants. My stiff dick felt good in my hand.

Her right hand began slowly stroking her pussy and my right hand began gently stroking right along with her. She planted her feet on the bed and raised her knees as her fingers petted her light furred pussy with firmer strokes. Her hand cupped her mound, she was grinding up against her palm, her hips rising and falling with the motion. Lifting her butt off the bed, she arched her back and pressed her cunt into the exploring hand, all the while rubbing first one breast and then the other. I began to wish I had installed a microphone. Her mouth was open and all I could do was imagine her moans of lust. Matching her stroke for stroke, I struggled to keep my own labored breath quiet. Then, much to my surprise, she just stopped.

As I watched her lie there with one hand on her right breast and the other between her legs, I figured maybe she’d had a quiet little orgasm or perhaps she was just too tired to come. When she grabbed a pillow I thought she was planning to go to sleep. She rolled over. I was looking down on her rippling back and cute, round butt. I continued to slowly stroke my cock, knowing I was going to have to shoot this load before going to bed. Suddenly I realized that her butt was rocking. She was still masturbating.

Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched while the hand between her legs worked it’s sensual magic. The towel had fallen off her head and she was pressing her face into the pillow. She raised her ass further into the air and I could see that both her hands were now between her legs. Her right hand appeared to be stroking her clit as she was plunging two fingers of her left in and out of her sweet young box. I pulled a handkerchief from my back pocket and got a firm grip on my now throbbing dick. Her hand motions were becoming faster, her ass was thrusting up and down, she was racing toward orgasm and I had every intention of coming along for the ride.

Only her forehead was on the pillow as she was looking down at her frenzied fingers. Her back was writhing like a snake, her pussy sucking and releasing the pumping fingers while her other hand played a steadily increasing beat around her clit. I could feel my come churning in my balls and knew there was no holding back. Just as her body stiffened with ecstasy, I shot an incredible load, desperately trying to be quiet as my whole body shook with the force of the cum. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I was fighting to catch my breath as I watched her roll over to shut off the light.

Turning off the monitor, I began to grin. The handkerchief was going to have to be thrown out. It was ruined. I began thinking it might be a good idea to keep a box of Kleenex in this room for the next few weeks.

THE END

STORY 14

For A Good Cuz

That summer my friends couldn’t agree on much. Music sports, cars, we’d argue about almost anything. We’d even argue about girls, though none of us really knew much about them. When it came to girls, though, my friends could all agree on one thing...my sister Jeannie was hot!

Jeannie was a cheerleader that year. Her long, blonde hair flowed down over her healthy sized tits. When she wore a tight sweater or blouse, men drooled and boys were hypnotized. In her cheerleading outfit, flashing her sexy legs and cute butt, she could give a saint a hard-on.

Our rooms were next door to each other. There was a door between the rooms but it had been locked as long as I could remember. I’m not even sure our parents knew where the key was.  The previous year I had learned a lovely little trick. If I shut off all the lights in my room, I could look into Jeannie’s room from a crack in the door.  I usually didn’t get to see much but sometimes I’d catch her undressing. Those tingling, little glimpses were enough to keep bringing me back to the door. Sure, she was my sister but I wasn’t exactly getting to see too many naked girls in those days.

When our cousin Denise came to stay with us for a week that summer, I was thrilled. She was going to be sharing Jeannie’s room. Denise was almost as hot as Jeannie. They were both wearing their hair long and blonde that summer. They looked identical from the back. Denise had more freckles, slightly smaller tits and a goofier smile. She was friendly to me but hung out with Jeannie so I didn’t much of her the first few days. Then, one magic night, I got to see plenty of her.

I was on my bed reading when I heard the giggling next door. It was pretty late but they must have just got in. I clicked off my light and listened in the dark. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, just hear an occasionally muffled giggle. After a few minutes, I quietly moved to the door. I could see Denise sitting on the bed in just her bra and panties. The light blue cotton looked great on her tanned body. Jeannie was out of my view but I could see Denise whispering something and gesturing for Jeannie to come to bed. I saw Jeannie leap into bed, her breasts bouncing in her white bra and then, click, lights out. I stayed at the door a moment, disappointed that the show was over so quickly.

I was just turning away from the door when I saw the light go back on and heard Denise’s voice.

“I want to see you this time.”

I turned back to the door and saw Jeannie put her fingers to Denise’s lips. They were side by side on the bed, their beautiful young bodies intertwined. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My sister was making it with my cousin! I was so shocked it took me a moment to realize that they each had a hand in each other’s panties.

When their arms began to move, I realized they were stroking each other’s pussy. Denise leaned forward and kissed Jeannie’s neck. Jeannie laid back a bit and spread her long, firm legs a bit wider. Denise’s hand dug deeper into my sister’s white panties. Jeannie let out a soft moan and dug her hand deeper into my cousin’s blue panties. Denise rolled back a bit and spread her own sexy legs. They went on this way for a while. Side by side, each girl’s blonde hair cascading on her pillows as her hips moved in rhythm with the hand and fingers inside her panties. Their eyes were closed, their mouths were open and occasionally I heard stifled moans escape their lips. I’m pretty sure they were afraid of waking me with their mutual masturbation. I know they didn’t want to wake my folks.

But, I was awake and, by now, my cock was alert. My eyes were glued to the door as Denise rolled forward and stared into Jeannie’s eyes. For a moment all I could see was Denise’s wiggling little butt and the impression of Jeannie’s fingers sliding inside the now damp panties. I was hoping they’d take off their underwear, though I couldn’t complain. Even with blue cotton fabric stretched across them, Denise's cute; pear shaped buttocks was a fine sight.

Suddenly, my wish was granted. I watched Denise undo her bra and throw it in the corner. Her hips slowly lifted and she peeled off her panties. I couldn’t see Jeannie’s fingers but what I could see of Denise’s naked back and shapely ass more than made up for the lack. When Denise rolled back onto her side I could see that Jeannie was also naked. When they hugged, their firm tits pressed against each other. They stared a moment into each others eyes, their legs intertwined and they slowly slid one hand down to each other’s pussy as the other gently grabbed a delicious tit. They pressed their sexy young bodies together as their hands began a frantic dance inside their golden pussies. Arms pumped with increasing motion and they tried to press together even tighter. Their heads were on each other’s shoulders; I could see Denise’s cute face contorted with sexual desire. She was biting her lip to keep from making too much noise but both girls were now breathing pretty hard and couldn’t keep from letting little groans escape.

Their tight bodies were now rocking together, a light layer of sweat made their muscles gleam as they strained together, their pumping arms were almost a blur as they urged each other closer and closer to the orgasm both of them were straining towards. Finally I saw Jeannie’s hips began to buck spastically. This must have set my cousin off because she began thrusting and jerking her hips. Denise almost seemed to be crying as the two sexy bodies twitched against each other on the bed. When the twitches stopped they just sprawled exhausted for a moment, two sleek blondes drained and happy. My sister broke the spell by reaching over to shut out the light. I heard a few more muffled giggles but couldn’t hang by the door much longer.

I grabbed some Kleenex and slid into my bed to take care of some very important business of my own.

THE END

STORY 15

Keeping The Beat

Bonnie would have been our drummer even if she didn’t have the shed. The girl laid down a solid beat. Despite her cute young “earth mother” body, she was “one of the guys”, able to dish it out and take it during our frequent screaming matches. Her round face would get red under her long black hair. Her ample tits would bounce as she put her hands on hips, spread her sexy legs and stood her ground. At that time we were grabbing any work we could scrounge up but we dreamed of chart topping hits and worldwide tours while we fought to find our sound.

I had written a song the previous night and was excited about it. Some songs take a lot of work. This one seemed like a gift from the music gods. I was so eager to play it for someone that I decided to pop by the shed two hours before we’d planned to rehearse. In my creative glow, it never even occurred to me that Bonnie might have other plans for the early afternoon. If I’d thought of it all, I would have called to let her know I was dropping by. Then again, had I called I would have missed out on an incredible experience.

The shed was a relic from the late 1950s. Bonnie’s grandfather had started building a fallout shelter not too far from their farmhouse. As Bonnie tells it, he ran into some financial troubles and never completed it. Bonnie’s father and a few friends took the half-completed shelter and turned it into the shed when they were in their teens. It was a strange structure. Over half of it was underground. The shed windows were like skylights and you had to walk downstairs from the door. But, it had electricity, running water, plenty of space, furniture and a good deal of natural soundproofing. It was a perfect place for struggling superstars-to-be to work out their licks.

Using a shortcut through the woods, I walked to Bonnie’s place just carrying my guitar. My new song was packed in my guitar case. Passing by the shed, I glanced in a window on the chance that Bonnie might be there rather than in the house. Oh, she was there all right. Boy, was she ever!

She was half-naked on the couch. Her healthy tits had large pink aureole with round, hard nipples. She was gently rubbing each of them as she sat there in a pair of red shorts. I put down my guitar case and moved a little to the side of the window. The shed was between the house and me; the woods were to my back. Bonnie would have to be looking up at the window to see me and, from the looks of things, she was more interested in her large, firm tits than anything else right now. For that matter, so was I.

She began rubbing her fingers around her nipples. Her eyes were closed and she had a small smile on her face. My dick was getting hard from viewing her booby play. It sprung right up to full attention when she lifted her hips and pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees. Under her slightly rounded belly sat a lush forest of black hair. Within that dark forest, her pussy was waiting for attention. She didn’t keep it waiting long. Picking up a drumstick from the table, she slid it down between her legs, the plastic tip parted the hairs and touched the lips of her cunt. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My hard cock came out to taste the summer air. I wrapped my fingers around the rigid shaft while watching Bonnie slide the tip of the drumstick along her slit. She moved the stick around uncovering more of her wet pink slit and I began moving my hand up and down the length of my prick. The warm sun felt so good on my naked organ that I risked dropping my jeans to my knees. A light breeze tickled my naked ass and balls. My eyes were glued to the window as Bonnie began rotating the tip of the drumstick around her hooded clit. Her belly was contacting and expanding with her increased breathing. She still had that small smile on her face but now she was lightly biting her lower lip.

I jumped for a second when she reached over to the table to grab the other drumstick. Her tits dangled down for a moment in all their glory. She slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles and kicked them off.  Bonnie then laid down on the couch with her legs spread, her drumsticks clenched in her right hand and her left hand rubbing her tasty looking twat. Her long black hair was facing my window but I had a great view of her large breasts, hard nipples, beautiful legs and black bush. I could watch her hand moving around between her legs but I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing down there. Whatever it was, it was effective. Her hips were lightly rocking to the motions of her left hand. I was jerking my cock to the same motions.

When she brought her left hand up to her left tit her fingers were wet. She smeared pussy juice around her nipple. Holding the drumsticks in her right hand she moved them down toward her pussy and gently slid both of them about a third of the way into her warm and juicy cunt. Rubbing her breasts, she began moving the drumsticks inside her and thrusting her hips with every downward motion. She was fucking her drumsticks and her drumsticks were fucking her. Standing outdoors with my jeans down to my knees I was jerking off right along with her, imagining that hot pussy wrapped around my hard cock like it was wrapped around that pair of drumsticks that she was fucking with such energy and enthusiasm.

Her hips and my hips both began bucking harder and faster. She held the sticks together in her fist as she moved them in and out of herself at a rapid pace. Her left hand had abandoned her swaying tits to play with her clit. Her ripe, rich naked body was thrashing on the couch with her frantic fucking motions. My legs were trembling as the cum built within me, approaching an inevitable explosion. Bonnie raised both of her shapely legs into the air, forming an incredibly sexy naked letter V. Her entire body seemed to strain toward the sensations building at the base of that letter as she rocked on the couch. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock began to jerk and spasm, gobs of cum shot into the grass with the force of my intense orgasm.

I looked back into the window to see Bonnie’s knees raised, her feet planted firmly on the couch, her cute ass in the air as she held the drumsticks about half way inside her and quivered up against them.

In a drained daze, I pulled up my underpants and jeans. Picking up my guitar case I headed back through the woods to my house. Maybe after I showered and changed my underpants, I’d give Bonnie a call to let her know I was planning to show up early. One thing I knew for sure was that I’d never look at her drumsticks the same way again. As I said before, the girl laid down a solid beat. On that day, her beat rocked my world.

THE END 

STORY 16

Return To The Knothole

Being named Charles Brown automatically gives you some extra baggage to haul around. First of all, people just can’t resist calling you Charlie. Then, of course, there’s that annoying song. Let the record show that I have heard the line “why’s everybody always picking on me?” approximately 10,000 times. It is no longer witty or funny. The guy who drew the Peanuts comic strip, however, was both witty and funny. I just wished he’d named the kid with the big round head Johnny White or Jimmy Black. Despite all the extra grief it caused me, I loved that strip. Sometimes I thought the guy who drew it was following me around, just grabbing little pieces of my life. How else would have known about my crush on the curly redheaded girl?

She lived down by the river. Her folks had a big wooden fence around the property and a swimming pool. Her dad was some kind of doctor and they had money. My dad worked at a grocery store. Sometimes, in the summer, I’d wander down the riverbank and sneak up to that big fence. Looking through a knothole, I’d sometimes see Shirley swimming or playing around the pool. As much as I loved the sight, I never looked too long. I was afraid I was going to get caught and sent to jail or something. Kids do some crazy things! I’m not a kid anymore. I’m Corporal Charles Brown, US Army Airborne, and a well-trained fighting machine. I hadn’t even thought about that fence in years. Then, right before I shipped out, I took a walk and it all came back in a rush. What a rush!

I generally like being home on leave, though I sometimes get bored. I’d been home almost two weeks. I was really bored. I decided to take a walk in the woods. The woods had been one of my favorite places as a kid. It was smaller than I remembered it to be. Before long, I came across the river. It wasn’t much of a river at this time of year. They hadn’t had much rain this summer. Some kids had knocked down a few dead trees to make a bridge. I crossed over and wandered along the riverbank. It was a hot day but it felt good to be using my body again. I walked along the river for about ten minutes before I saw the fence.

On a whim, I approached the fence using all my woodland stealth training. It was a fun little exercise, proving how quiet I could move on a wooded hill. When I reached the fence, I smiled at the knothole. It was a bit closer to the ground than I remembered. Crouching down I put an eye to the hole, for old time’s sake. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine when I realized I was looking at Shirley! She was stretched out beside the pool in a chaise lounge, reading a book. Her black bikini didn’t hide much of her shapely form. She had nice round tits, not too big, not too small. Her long legs were still well muscled, her belly still flat and, yes, her red hair was still curly. I adjusted my crouch to a stable squat. She was, once again, the prettiest girl I ever saw. My awe struck crush came back to me in full force. When she put down the book and stretched her sleek body I watched her pussy mound press against the crotch of her bikini bottoms. She lay back down in the chair with her eyes closed and her legs spread. My childhood fears threatened to overwhelm me. I was just about to get going when her hand reached down and stroked her pussy mound through her bikini bottoms. I froze.

She rubbed her mound a few times and then unhooked her bra. Her tits were white and round with delicate pink circles around her nipples. I could feel the twinges between my legs and knew my cock was getting hard. She put a finger in her mouth and then put the wet finger on a nipple, rolling it around, making it swell into the size and shape of a pencil eraser. She wet her finger again and did the same with the other nipple. Her nipples weren’t the only things getting swollen and hard, I began rubbing my crotch, feeling the stiff dick inside my pants.

Keeping her left hand on her left tit, her right hand returned to her glorious mound. She rubbed her bikini bottom again for a few moments and then slid her hand under the elastic. Her feet were flat on the pool deck as she pushed her cunt up to meet the invader. I quietly unzipped my pants and reached in to rub my hard cock. Looking back to the knothole I saw her fingers inside her bikini bottoms. They were rhythmically rubbing her pussy as her other hand alternated kneading her pretty tits. Her eyes were still closed and a little smile was on her lips. Her fingers began to work faster between her legs and her lips parted a little as she began squirming in the lounger. My cock was still in my pants but I had my hand wrapped around it, giving it soft little jerks as I watched her body writhe.

Impatiently, she lifted her hips and pushed the bikini bottoms down to her knees. Her pussy was fringed with a sparse forest of curly red hair. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen with lust. Her right hand returned to her pussy while her legs worked the bikini bottoms down to her calves. Her whole hand was moving up and down her pretty pussy; sometimes I’d see her slip a finger inside her cunt. Her hips were rocking. Her hand and pussy were dancing to an intense primal beat, insistent and driving, pushing her ever faster. Her mouth was now hung open, her head shaking side to side, even her neck muscles seemed to straining toward orgasm as she arched her entire body off of the chaise lounge and rode her frantically rubbing hand to a spastic, body jolting orgasm. I shot my load, right along with her, on the ground outside the fence.

Zipping back up I quietly moved back down the hill before she could recover. I’d always been afraid to talk to her and, somehow, that didn’t seem to be the right time. Maybe I’ll call her next time I’m home. Maybe she won’t be seeing anyone. Maybe I won’t have to return to the knothole.

THE END