Bored. Mark was, to say the least, bored. He'd spent the majority of his summer playing video games in his room, - or "The Cave" as his mother had grown to call it - jacking off, working out, trying to get ass around his city, jacking off and hanging out with his best friend Caleb. So, when he constantly complained of boredom, his mother's and Caleb's confusion was appalling. You can imagine, when Caleb ran into his room screaming unintelligibly about something on that musky august day, Mark was intrigued.
"Dude! This is unbelievable! Big opportunity, hurry your ass up and follow me!" Mark obliged, because in his state anything would be better than X-box and porn.
"What's the deal?" He asked, already excited for some change in the monotony.
"Just come with me and watch!"
They were about five blocks away from Mark's house when Caleb crossed the street, and jogged through the bushes of a large imposing house whose occupants Mark had never met. Well, that wasn't true, his last girlfriend Melanie had lived there until her dad got a job cross-country and packed up the whole family. Mark hadn't wanted to go near the place again, and the new owners hadn't asserted themselves in the neighborhood.
"Dude, what are we doing at Melanie's old house?" He asked, not offended, but confused.
"Okay, okay, this is kind of weird, but I was walking Danny through the alley, and I saw something AWESOME. Here, just follow me, and you can thank me later."
Mark walked through the bushes, thrown off by the new fence that the owners had installed. It was strangely tall, about seven feet off the ground, and had no gaps. However, the sounds that came to his ears made him forget. It sounded like someone was getting fucked, and loving it. Being a sixteen-year-old guy, the blood started pumping towards his dick. He tried to ignore it since his shorts were very flimsy, and he had sadly chosen today to go commando. An erection could be very awkward, but those moans wouldn't quit, and Mark wanted to see what was happening.
"Okay, okay, come over here, but before you look, how cool am I?"
Caleb gestured towards a small knot hole in the wooden panels, and Mark took a peak. His dick shot up in his pants. There was a woman -she looked to be about thirty-five, black hair, and small but very perky tits- and she was writhing in pleasure at her own hands. She had a pink dildo halfway in her pussy in one hand, while the other tweaked her left nipple. As she continued, she slowly arched her back on the lawn chair that supported her, clearly nearing her climax.
"Dude! Move over!" Caleb whispered as he shoved Mark to the side to get a clear view of the woman. Mark fell, right into the tall bush that was shielding the two from the public eye. Shit, these things can make a lot of noise, thought Mark, as Caleb turned, horror struck.
"Who's there?!" The obviously disappointed temptress called, and as Caleb began to run, Mark could hear the unlatching of the back gate, some twenty feet down the fence.
Mark stood - well, attempted to stand, but the waistband of his shorts was caught in the low-hanging branches of the plant. Just then, the peeved beauty opened the gate and stepped out, now wearing a white bath robe that she had clearly discarded earlier. Her eyes met his.
"What were you doing?! Staring at me on my private property, you fucking pervert!"
Mark panicked, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded at tangling his shorts further in the bush. Did the branches get caught in my pocket or something? Thought Mark, and his mind pulled a blank. He stammered, then just started wriggling violently, attempting to free himself from both the bush and major embarrassment. All the while, Mark couldn't help but notice that the woman's bath robe had slipped while she stalked towards him: He had a full view of her still-parted pussy lips as she stood over him menacingly.
"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" She inquired, looking him over, Mark thought he saw her eyes rest on his crotch, but he chalked that up to his own horny brain.
Just as the woman came to a stop right in front of him, Mark gave an almighty wrench, and was freed from the bush! Or so he thought for a scant moment, before he felt a slight breeze. He looked down to see that his shorts hadn't been untangled, he'd just stepped out of them; revealing his swollen, sweaty, 8-inch cock to this total stranger. It was still hard - whether from watching this beauty pound her pussy with a dildo or the adrenaline rush that had brought him to his feet, Mark would never know - and the woman gasped. She caught his eye for the second time, and Mark watched as her eyes traveled from his handsome face - framed in his short brown hair and accentuated by his strikingly green eyes - down to his chest, still masked in his sweat-stained shirt, then they stopped directly on his cock.
Oh god, please please deliver me from this. Mark had a silent prayer before the unbelievable happened. The woman - who Mark could see, now that he was closer, was strikingly beautiful, with chestnut eyes, a thin nose and full, thick lips- reached her manicured hand forwards, and lightly brushed it over the purple head of Mark's member.
"Now, now, now." She chided, with each 'now' she tapped the increasingly swollen head of Mark's dick. "What have we here? A neighborhood pervert, I see."
"No, ma'am! You see, this is all a big misunderstanding! My idiot friend was the pervert, he brought me here and I didn't know what was going to ha-"
"What friend?" She interrupted, "All I see is one guilty pervert with the wood to prove it." With that, she wrapped the tips of her fingers around the tip of his dick, and squeezed lightly.
Oh god, I take it back. Mark thought, although he was incredibly embarrassed. And while the fingers of this stranger felt amazing on his cock head, which was now starting to leak a small stream of pre-cum, Mark couldn't help but back away slightly. He had completely forgotten that he had no shorts, no underwear, and that this woman had seen his face.
"Where are you going?" She asked, not accusingly, but playfully, gripping the length of Mark's rod and pulling him back by the base. "I don't think the police would like to hear that I've seen a peeping tom in my yard. Not to mention, I think you'd be fairly easy to describe: Tall, handsome, muscled," with this she reached up his shirt and felt his abs, slowly trailing her finger back down to his cock, placing a warm hand on his balls and squeezing them. "gifted," Mark, whose eyes had been closed, felt another squeeze on his cock, as the stranger slowly started stroking, up and down. "and buck naked." She giggled at the last word, and Mark couldn't help but laugh along with her: This woman was nothing short of enchanting.
"Is there anything I can do?" Mark pleaded, one half of him thinking that he could just push her over, grab his mangled shorts and run, while the other was considering pushing her robe off her shoulders and fucking her right up against the fence. "Anything at all, that would make you reconsider? I really can't get in trouble." This was true, as Mark had been busted with pot on one occasion, liquor another, and wasn't about to let this be his third strike.
"Hmm, let me think." She placed a finger on her chin, feigning serious thought as her brow furrowed. "What use could I have for a young stud such as yourself, when I've already got myself a dildo?" She withdrew her hand from her chin, and reached into the pocket of her robe, taking out the large pink dildo that Mark had seen her so expertly use what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"I will literally do anything!" Mark choked out, speaking was becoming harder as the speed of her stroking slowly increased, and she began to spread his pre-cum around using the head of the dildo -which, as Mark could see, was still coated in some of her juices.
"Oh?" She inquired, still speeding up her strokes until she was completely jerking him off, not the playful touches she had started with. Mark moaned, relaxing his stance and posture, allowing this goddess to bring him closer to the edge. "Well, if you'll do anything, then I think I can reconsider."
She led him, by the base of his cock, - which was very swollen and pulsing now, angry that it had not been appeased when she stopped stroking - through the path, back to the gate. As she walked into the back yard, Mark could see that this woman was clearly of exceptional taste. She had removed the corny garden gnomes that Melanie's parents had haphazardly tossed in corners of the yard, and replaced them with exotic plants and flowers. Mark was caught in the beauty of the transformed landscape, and was not even aware when the woman released his prick and slowly walked over to her lawn chair, collecting the lube and various sex toys strewn about, and placing them, along with the pink dildo into a black bag and slinging it over her shoulder.
"Come along," she laughed, reveling at the mesmerized look on Mark's face as he inspected the yard.