Previously, from Watching Sarah

I was barely catching my breath when my phone lit up. Picking it up, I swiped to see a text from an unknown number. 

Hi, Mr. Darcey. I’ve loved watching you cum for me all summer. But would you mind staying by the window when you stroke? I can barely see you hiding back in the shadows and I’m dying to see your cum shoot from that big ol’ cock.

Xoxo Sarah  

oo0oo

Oh, shit! My mind screamed as I read the text. She saw me? She's only seventeen! If anyone finds out about this, I’m fucked. Even if this isn’t statutory, Heather will cut my nuts off if she finds out!

I was freaking out, and I knew I had to gain control of myself. Okay, Jack, relax! I told myself that I hadn’t taken pictures, so there was no law broken there. And she was in her yard. I’m not responsible for what she does there. I shouldn’t have looked, but damn, she was right there! I never even left the house, and god knows I haven’t touched her! 

Oh, but I wanted to. I wanted to touch that little nymph so badly it hurt. And when she glossed herself in that oil. Oh, my Lord!

But wanting to doesn’t mean shit. And if I stroked it while she was out there, was that a crime? I didn’t think so. But her being seventeen? Even with her naked and covered in butter, the law wouldn’t like me getting a hard-on over her. How stupid can I be! 

I thought I was being clever. After peeping on Sarah for a month, I was sure my secret was safe. No one was home, and she seemed oblivious to me as I hid in my upstairs bedroom, stroking my cock while she sunbathed topless in the yard next door. 

But all that changed when, after stroking one off while watching her masturbate at the side of her pool, I received a text from a number that wasn’t in my contact list. 

The good news was, she wasn’t angry. She’d apparently known I was there from the beginning, so why didn’t she stop? Instead, she continued showing me her tits while I jacked off in the window. Hell, she must have been turned on by it because she rubbed one off right in front of me. Fuck, so, now what? 

I turmoiled over it all night, checking and rereading her text whenever I dared pull out my phone. I was terrified, but... I was also horny as fuck. 

That night, I made love to Heather more passionately than I had in years. She was happy and satisfied, and that made me feel even worse. I felt like I cheated, and maybe I had. But I kept telling myself it was just beating off. Surely that wasn’t cheating? A stubborn voice in my head kept telling me that if I couldn’t tell Heather, then I knew it was. 

By the time I arrived home from work the next day, I had no idea what to expect. So, I was both horrified and elated to see Sarah in her yard as I rolled into my driveway. Her blond hair was down, and her red Spaghetti-strap top not only hugged her boobs but perfectly complemented her deep and rich tan. Below that, her cut-off shorts were barely covering her ass, exposing far more of her long legs than her father likely preferred. 

Shit, this is it. I’d been dreading this moment since receiving her text. I feared she would threaten me, or at least tell me off for being such a prick. Instead, she greeted me with her usual, sweet and friendly smile. 

“Hey, Mr. Darcey. I’m sorry if I scared you with that text.”

Relief flooded over me. Her dad wasn’t there with a crowbar, nor were the cops ready to haul my ass away. And now she was apologizing? “Sarah, you did nothing wrong. I should be apologizing to you. No man should take advantage of you like that.”

Sarah touched my arm for a brief moment as if to reassure me. “I was a little shocked the first time I saw you. It took a minute for me to understand what you were doing up there. I’m not one of those sluts at school. I’ve never, well, I’ve only been with my boyfriend, and he’s never done that in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It made me feel embarrassed, but in a good way, if that makes sense.” Sarah hid behind her hands for a long moment, fidgeting, before lowering them again. 

When her eyes met mine, I could see a flush burning in them, and there was more. A pained shyness she was fighting to overcome. 

“I don’t know what it is, Mr. Darcey. I can’t explain it,” she admitted after the pause. 

Gazing at her, I considered her feelings. She was at an age when sexual urges developed and I’d inadvertently triggered something. A budding exhibitionist streak was possible. I couldn’t be sure. Whatever it was, it was now bubbling within her with an increasing heat. Obviously, she would be confused by experiencing such taboo and powerful feelings for the first time. 

“You’re young,” I said evenly, “And you’re discovering new things about yourself. Everyone is different, but whatever it is, it’s natural for anyone your age to have new feelings. There’s no harm in that. You’re old enough to explore your desires, but you should be the one who decides with whom you share them. I had no right to spy on you.”

“I know,” she responded seriously. “And that’s why I said something. But, I’ve known for a while now, and,” she paused as if gathering her courage. “I like having you watch.” 

She was almost whispering, and I could see how hard it was for her to admit that. A deep blush was lighting up her face and she was hugging herself, as if the entire conversation was a struggle. 

“You did?” I responded, almost choking on my words, regretting them the moment I spoke. I was walking the razor's edge between sympathy and a sudden excitement that our game might not be over. It was wrong on so many levels, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop if she failed to demand it.

“I did,” she continued more firmly. “It was exciting, and the more you watched, the more you, um, did that, the more I wanted to see you do it.” Her expression changed as a more excited smile appeared. “I’ve never been so horny in my life! I mean, Oh, my god, I can’t believe I did that in front of you! And it was amazing that you were doing it because of me.” 

Her blue eyes were sparkling as she visibly relaxed. “I just wanted you to know I liked it, and I don’t want you to stop.” 

“Sarah, I don’t know about that. If anyone found out about this, it would be bad for both of us.” 

I was cock-blocking myself, and secretly loathing my fake-ass, belated nobility. Fortunately, Sarah had other ideas.

“I know. We need to have some rules about this. The first one is, if I decide it’s over, it’s over. Don’t come over here or even text me about it, ever. I may text you but that’s my call. You don’t get to push me or it’s gonna be bad. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “Of course.” 

“The second is, and don’t take this the wrong way. You are a good-looking man, but I’m not having sex with you. That isn’t what this is about. We don’t touch and we don’t get closer than my yard and your window. Beyond that, you can watch me and I’ll watch you.” 

She was biting her lip as her eyes moved down to my crotch. “I am turned on,” she confided. It was a sweet and incredibly arousing moment. Her blush grew brighter as embarrassment burned in her face. “I don’t know what it is, but the idea of you watching me makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. As long as you follow my rules, we can both have what we want.”

I agreed to her demands. What the hell else was I going to do? Once I did, her face lit up with a smile that was anything but innocent. My heart jumped into my throat as she turned to walk away.

“See you at four,” was the last thing she said before disappearing around the hedge.  

I stood there like a fool, watching her ass sway and with a raging hard-on in my slacks as she disappeared from view.

“I’ll be there,” I said to the birds as there was no one else around to hear me.  

oo0oo

Forty minutes later, I was up in my bedroom, leaning against the windowsill, nervous and ready for her to appear. Her parents owned the corner lot, which meant mine was the only home overlooking her yard. There was still undeveloped forest on the other sides of her plot, so neither of us needed to worry about being discovered. It was then I remembered my upstairs window screen could be removed from inside. 

Oh, hell yeah, I thought, quickly pulling the tabs and removing the screen so that not even its thin, nylon mesh would separate me from the seductive object of my illicit desire.  

In the back of my mind, I knew this was still a huge risk, especially for me. At forty-two, I should have known better. My nerves were buzzing with fear, but my cock was in control now. I was already hard and I considered dropping my jeans before she even appeared. Only the fear of being the first to expose myself stayed my hand. Even still, I fingered my buckle lightly, impatiently eager to allow my erection to warm in the afternoon sun. 

Moments later, I heard the distinct sound of her back door sliding open. My gaze shifted, following the sound in time to see her appear, immediately looking in my direction. Usually, she just wore her bikini at the poolside, but today, her slim form was concealed under a very short, white bathrobe. I had to admit, she looked as sexy as she ever did in that tiny, red bikini.

Sarah’s long, blond hair was flowing down her back. And her legs? Oh, my lord! They were long, sexy, and darkly tanned. I was hot with desire as my gaze traveled up those beautiful calves and over her thighs until they disappeared under a robe that barely covered her pert little ass.

She’s only seventeen!, I reminded myself. I should be ashamed, I knew that in my heart. But my gut knew it was precisely because her age lent danger to what we were doing that made me so excited. 

She, of course, knew nothing of what I was thinking. I was sure she was going through her own excited turmoil over what was about to happen. My eyes never left her as she moved to the side of the pool. Setting down a small basket, she waved but said nothing. The moment was thick, and without thinking, my hand slipped to my cock, squeezing it through my jeans.

Sarah watched me closely. As my hand slowly stroked over my cock, she cupped her breast, covering it through the robe and squeezing ever so slightly. She smiled a new, sultry smile as her eyes met mine and the connection was made. She nodded ever so slightly, as if telling me to make the next move.

It was surreal as I stood in the window while removing my shirt. The sun was bright, pouring into my window and heating my skin as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. Only then did Sarah untie the sash around her waist. We were daring each other, and my impatience got the better of me. I let my jeans and boxers fall, allowing my cock to rise, hard and long, into her view. That’s when she opened her robe.

I expected to see her wearing that same tiny little bikini, so I was shocked to my core at finding her standing there in her yard, completely nude. She stood posed for a moment, gazing at me in all her glory as I slowly stroked, before turning away and diving into the pool.

I groaned when she disappeared under the surface. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing me or just needed to hide. Whatever it was, the sight of her swimming in the pool, naked and free, made my cock pulse with need. I was forcing myself to stroke slowly, trying not to bring myself to the edge as my gaze followed her athletic body traveling the length of the pool. On any normal day, she might’ve swum for fifteen minutes, so I was extremely relieved when, after just two laps, she rose from the water, holding herself high on the edge of the pool.  

Sarah was watching me closely as my hand rose and fell over my cock. She was close enough that I could see her tongue flick out, wetting her lips as if she could taste me. I continued to stroke as she rose from the water, as if a nymph rising from a lake. Water flowed from her long, blonde hair, clinging to her back as other droplets chased down her supple body. 

I knew I should wait, but part of me needed to come so badly that I was already struggling with my control. Picking up her bag, she moved to the lawn chair and lay back, her legs slightly parted and her right knee bent up as she reached into her bag. 

I watched as she tapped on her phone, and a moment later, mine flashed with an incoming text. 

Please don’t cum, yet. I want us to do it together.

Good Lord! I gasped. If you want me to hold back, don’t say things like that! I was about to respond and then remembered she’d forbidden me to do that. Sighing, I simply set my phone down and squeezed my cock hard, waiting for her, and desperately hoping I could maintain my control.

By the time I looked, Sarah was leaning back in the chair, a bottle of suntan lotion poised over her breasts. My pulse quickened as she popped the top. Watching her gloss herself with lotion was what led me to spy on her. But this time, she seemed aware of the effect it had on me.

Slowly, as if putting on a show meant only for me, she ran the line between the rise of her perfectly formed breasts. My breath caught in my throat as she continued all the way down her belly, only stopping when she reached her smoothly shaven pubic mound.

Sarah told me earlier that day that she had little experience with men. I believed her, but she certainly knew how to turn me on. I swallowed hard and was slowly stroking myself as her touch flowed over her skin, smoothing a glossy sheen into her breasts and over her toned stomach. My muscles clenched when she rubbed it over her inner thighs, and I groaned out loud when she finally spread the glistening oil over her pink and puffy mound. 

She was driving me crazy, and I despaired at being able to hold back much longer. My legs were already tightening, and I was tingling, as if an electric current was running through me as testosterone flooded my bloodstream. My lips were open, bearing my clenched teeth as her hand slipped down between her thighs.

“Fuck, yes,” I whispered as I watched, still jacking my cock. Sarah, too, was becoming more aroused, shamelessly raising her knees and allowing them to part as her fingers played over her oily sex. It was a sight I knew I’d never forget. The fingers of one hand were dipping in and out of her wetness while the other cupped her breasts, kneading her soft and pliant boob. 

I was getting harder and more sensitive. I found myself holding my breath. My throat was tight, and my body burned, yearning for more speed and more pressure from my grip. The orgasm I desperately fought to delay was nearing the Rubicon, and I feared holding back would only lessen the strength of my climax when it inevitably erupted from my balls.

Sarah’s gaze bored into me as she rubbed her clit with an increasingly violent need. The image she presented on that lawn chair was burning in my head. She was simply perfect. Her tanned and athletic body was glistening in the sun while her mouth formed a delicious O as her head lolled back into the chair. 

I was taking in every erotic detail, from the firmness of her breasts to the way her hips were rolling with arousal. But it was her eyes, those stunning blue, piercing eyes staring right at me that set my blood on fire. I was about to lose it, and I silently prayed she was ready when her hand left her boob and dropped into her basket.

This was unexpected and distracted me just enough to pause. But, when she pulled out a smallish, blue plastic vibrator, I just about lost it. She actually smiled, a naughty, playful grin, while she held it up, showing it to me before sucking it into her mouth! 

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped, feeling my balls draw up even though I was no longer stroking my cock. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or my cock, but it throbbed when I put my hand around it again. 

I was pumping my length slowly, matching the speed of her toy as it slid into her mouth. Visions of her sucking my cock ran in my mind like a dirty movie, making me wish I could feel her wet lips using me the way she so obviously enjoyed sucking that toy. 

She didn’t take it deep, and believe me, I was waiting to see if she could. It occurred to me in that instant how outrageous it was for me to notice that, but I was probably fortunate as I would have blown my load right there if she’d taken it down her throat. 

Nevertheless, she seemed very pleased with herself, deliberately teasing me by circling her nipples with the vibrator's tip. I could almost hear her quick intake of breath as she relished the powerful sensations. I’m sure my mouth hung open like a fool's as she played, and when she slid it down her flat belly, I started stroking harder again.  

The effect of it on her clit was immediate. Her back arched, and her legs flexed as she rubbed it hard on her nub. For the first time, her gaze left me as she concentrated on her toy and I knew she was close. When she lowered the shaft and slid it into her wet depths, I gave up my quest to hold back. 

My stroking increased and my thighs tensed as I began to lean back, thrusting my cock forward into the widow opening. 

Sarah nodded, a stiff, jerky movement that told me she was about to cum and that was all I needed. My body flushed and my muscles tensed as a hot, thick rope of cum exploded from my hard and abused cock. The bright, white stream shot out the window, arcing in the air before falling into the garden a full floor below. I groaned, probably far too loudly, as my hand flew up and back, firing stream after stream of hot jizz out the window. 

Sarah watched with hungry intensity as my cum flew out and into the yard. And then, she stiffened, rising in an arch from the chair as her hand flattened over her sex. The vibrator was still lodged deeply inside her, buzzing away as an orgasmic wave rose up and crashed over her. Those beautiful legs flexed and quivered and a high-pitched, guttural moan issued from her throat as uncontrolled contractions continued to roll over her entire body. 

My cum came fast, and even as I recovered she continued to explode in erotic bliss. I continued to stroke, but all too quickly, my cock lost its rigidity and began to soften in my hand. 

It was the most shameless, brazenly sexy moment of my life and I leaned against the windowsill, naked, with my cock dripping jizz as she lay still, catching her breath.

I stood there for a time, almost afraid to move and unwilling to leave her so quickly. I thought she might doze off and I worried her parents would return and find her a sexy, soiled mess with a vibrator lying between her naked thighs. 

But I needn’t have worried. Less than two minutes later, she stirred and met my gaze. “Thank you, Jack,” she said just loudly enough for me to hear. “That was incredible.” 

That was the first time she’d used my given name and I was glad of it. She’d certainly earned the right. I waved back, saying nothing as she gathered her things and headed back to the house. It struck me that, even then, she didn’t put on her robe.

Damn, I thought, slipping the screen back into place, I’ve never met a woman so comfortable with being seen in the nude.