There was no-one home but me so I thought it best to go in and work it off then maybe have a shower and cool down. Better still it would be real good to watch one of my favourite porn movies, those sorts always get me horny. Well that was it. The thought of that particular film made me so hard it hurt me to stand up straight. I slipped my hand into my shorts and felt the pre cum seeping out as I repositioned my good friend before turning towards the house. Looking down I could see the tell tale damp patch beginning to appear on the front of my shorts.
Then! Shit! I couldn’t believe it! Staring out of next door’s window was this brunette, blouse undone and bra showing. I couldn’t see her hands as they seemed otherwise occupied somewhere out of sight.
Now under normal circumstances I would have been a bit of a lecher, but the size of my friend down below made me extremely embarrassed. So much so I nearly tripped over as I hurried into the house.
What a tart she was. Fancy, staring at me like that. And I didn’t even know who the hell she was. Anyway she had got me much more excited with the thought of her spying on me that I went straight to the bathroom gave myself a good old hand job, shuddering as I squirted my load of milky potion all over the toilet seat, and some onto the floor as well.
I’m usually so careful but this time, well it meant I had to clear the lot up before my parents came home and lo and behold I just managed to get it spick and span and spray some fresh air round before Ma came rushing up for her usual wee.
Not an ‘excuse-me please’, nor anything. She just pushed past me and in one well practised movement had her skirt up, knickers down and arse plonked firmly on the toilet seat.
‘What are you staring at?’ she asked as she gushed her pee noisily into the toilet. I turned away and went downstairs. Can’t understand why watching someone pee is a turn on for some folk. It’s a turn off for me but then everyone to their own taste.
When Ma came down again she said the neighbour’s niece was staying for a few days during the school holidays.
‘Schoolgirl!’ I thought. ‘Jail bait!’ Have to steer well clear of her though I must confess if that was her at the window then she looked pretty well proportioned for a schoolgirl and the possibility of me breaking the laws of decency was quite likely.
Back into the garden I went, looked up at the window where she had been but no sign of her. Then I heard a sweet voice greet me from over the fence. It was her, the schoolgirl, except she wasn’t.
I leant on the fence and looked at her sitting on a sun lounger in her red and white bikini. She was hot and called Laura, and I was getting the hard on just leering at her well proportioned body. She told me she was a student teacher at a London college meaning she had long holidays which she liked to spend with friends and relatives throughout the summer.
Laura told me she was watching me earlier but she didn’t say anything about seeing me with the hard on. If she’d have peeked over the fence she would have seen it close up, in fact I didn’t dare to stand too close for two reasons, first I wouldn’t want splinters sticking into my knob – imagine explaining that away. Secondly the fence was quite fragile and the state of my cock could be like the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Laura came and stood by the fence and a few moments later we were kissing – just like that! Could not believe my luck. Me with the hard on and her sticking her tongue deep into my mouth and there had to be a wooden bloody fence acting like a two bit contraceptive between us.
She said if I wanted to see her, look up at her window after dark. That was hours away. Laura laughed and swung her shapely buttocks sexily along the path, helped by her red stilletos. I had my hand down my shorts again turned and saw Ma staring at me. ‘What are you doing you dirty young sod?’
Imagine having to shuffle along the path sticking your arse out behind you in an effort to hide an enormous erection from view. It didn’t work. Ma kept her eyes affixed to my crotch and I thought – ‘No!!!! Not you mother dear!’
I swear she murmured that I was bigger than my father – well he’s only five feet six and me, I’m a six footer. They called him ‘little and often’ and I always wondered why.
It didn’t get dark until after ten o’clock when I slipped out into the back yard again feeling quite randy once more. I wondered what delights would be waiting for me.
I looked up at her window. Her light was on. Then I saw appear in silhouette. First she began to unbutton her blouse then teased me until it casually slid it off her shoulders and out of sight. Woo hoo, my little man friend was really stiffening up.
It looked like a lilac coloured bra she was wearing. Sexily she manoeuvred herself round so I could see her unclip it at the back, then slowly turned to face the window and tantalisingly hold the cups against her mounds of pleasure. One tit popped out, soon followed by the other.