Spurting by the Pool
I had only been home from college for a few weeks but already a pattern in my life had developed. Every afternoon, when no one was at home at my parents suburban home, I took to sunbathing by the pool in the backyard. I admit that my choice of bikini was a bit minimal, but the purpose was for my private sunbathing, after all !!
The yards are a good size and are separated by mature trees and bushes but without fences. Very soon after I started my routine I noticed Nick, the 17-year-old son of our neighbors, staring at me from his bedroom window or surreptitiously from the bushes. On the last few occasions I was certain he had been jerking off.
Finally I called him out and told to get himself over to talk to me. He slowly walked over, trying to look not busted, with the zipper on his pants half way up. I told him that I thought that only a boy would watch and jerk off in the bushes and that I had become used to being 'with men who would do so without hiding' (I lied!) I taunted him a bit more and told him that if he wanted to jerk off, then he should get his shorts off and do so right in front of me and that it had been a matter of whether he had the 'balls' for it! He looked around furtively and I thought the boy would just bolt!
To my surprise his shorts and underwear came down and he started to jerk an already hard penis. I flipped my firm and ample titties out of my bikini top and started to make circles around my firm nipples and areola. He seemed to lose it when I opened my legs pushed aside the small bit of material covering my labia and flicked my fingers over the hood of my clit and both sides of my widening vulva.
He started to groan and pretty soon grunted as spurts and gobs of spunk shot from his engorged cock. My breathing became more ragged and I thought I'd finish just as he came. I started shoving fingers into my now slippery vagina as I rubbed each nipple. To my surprise the boy just hiked up his underpants and shorts and ran off! I was left, on a chaise longue, legs spread, fingers in my pussy, coming and coming until I was spent.
The yards are a good size and are separated by mature trees and bushes but without fences. Very soon after I started my routine I noticed Nick, the 17-year-old son of our neighbors, staring at me from his bedroom window or surreptitiously from the bushes. On the last few occasions I was certain he had been jerking off.
Finally I called him out and told to get himself over to talk to me. He slowly walked over, trying to look not busted, with the zipper on his pants half way up. I told him that I thought that only a boy would watch and jerk off in the bushes and that I had become used to being 'with men who would do so without hiding' (I lied!) I taunted him a bit more and told him that if he wanted to jerk off, then he should get his shorts off and do so right in front of me and that it had been a matter of whether he had the 'balls' for it! He looked around furtively and I thought the boy would just bolt!
To my surprise his shorts and underwear came down and he started to jerk an already hard penis. I flipped my firm and ample titties out of my bikini top and started to make circles around my firm nipples and areola. He seemed to lose it when I opened my legs pushed aside the small bit of material covering my labia and flicked my fingers over the hood of my clit and both sides of my widening vulva.
He started to groan and pretty soon grunted as spurts and gobs of spunk shot from his engorged cock. My breathing became more ragged and I thought I'd finish just as he came. I started shoving fingers into my now slippery vagina as I rubbed each nipple. To my surprise the boy just hiked up his underpants and shorts and ran off! I was left, on a chaise longue, legs spread, fingers in my pussy, coming and coming until I was spent.
Posted on: 2007-08-08 00:00:00 |
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