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The Den

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by Chuck Stone The following story is absolutely true. Yeah, I've dressed the wording up to make it a better read, but it's all completely true -- I can still visualize every little bit of it. ----------------------------------------------------- Right after college I'd gotten an apartment in one of those suburban complexes. All two-story buildings, brick, with little sliding-glass-door porches that aren't really worth anything. My apartment was a one-bedroom plus den on the first floor, at the corner of the building. It was early June, and I'd been sitting at the desk in the den doing a little work -- writing checks, paying bills, doing household stuff until I had to get ready for work, which started at 4:00 PM. I puttered in the den until about 2:30, then got up to get a shower and get ready for work. By about quarter after three I'd shaved, gotten my shower, and had wandered back into the den to towel off when through a six-inch opening at the bottom of the windowshade I saw a bunch of kids walk by. The local high school bus had dropped a load of students off just up the hill from my apartment, and they were cutting between the two buildings on their way home. I wrapped the towel around my waist and kind of stood back out of the way to see if there was anything interesting in the group, but no such luck. They were all boys, so when they passed I simply went back to drying myself off. I'd thrown the towel over my head to dry my hair, and as I pulled it off I noticed one lone girl just sort of standing outside the window, not moving. She was tall and thin, blonde, probably a junior or senior. Jeans, a white shirt, and a zip-up sweatshirt. Fairly tall and a little gangly, not spectacular looking but not unattractive, either. Apparently, she was able to see me -- or part of me, anyway -- through the opening at the bottom of the windowshade, and the sight made her stop. I guess she was waiting to see if anything interesting evolved from this naked male form. WIthout thinking, I just turned away from the window and walked back into the bathroom. As I got there, I looked back over my shoulder and saw her sort of semi-crouch down to get a better look, but when I turned she straightened up and moved along. The interlude, though, had started me thinking. She had seen me, and rather than keep moving she had made deliberate efforts to continue to see this naked man. The following day I took my shower at the same time I had the previous day, and made sure I was toweling off at the same time as the day before. The boys walked by -- once again, I stepped back out of sight -- and when they'd passed, I came back out into the middle of the den and looked through a crack in the shade up the hill to where the bus had left them off, but no skinny blonde. I waited a couple of minutes, but nothing. But then -- out of the corner of my eye -- there she was, crouched behind a hedge off to the side of the window. Hiding, peeking in the window. She was LOOKING for me! Carefully looking the other way, I put the towel over my head to make her think that I couldn't see her, and as I vigorously dried my hair, turned directly toward her so that she was staring directly at my semi-erect cock and balls. I held that pose while toweling away for a good 30 or 45 seconds, the exhibitionist in me absolutely loving the idea of this high school girl three or four feet away, and me stark naked and facing her. Not wanting to be TOO obvious, I turned and walked back into the bathroom. When I got there I glanced back as discreetly as I could, just in time to see her slowly edging away, still crouching, still looking in the window. I pushed the bathroom door shut and hammered off a load in a matter of a minute or two, the sight of my little blonde friend fresh in my mind. And I was REALLY thinking... By the next day, just thinking about my blatant exhibitionism -- full frontal nudity in front of a high-school girl -- had me all hot and bothered, and ready to act accordingly. I showered a little early, but before I did, I did a little preparation. First, I raised the shade a little, to maybe a foot or so. Second, I put a small mirror up on the closet shelf where I could stand more or less sideways to the window and look up into the closet to see my new friend in the mirror, without her really knowing that I was watching. Third, put a copy of Penthouse out on the desk and got a bottle of lotion out. Already excited, I started lubing and warming up my cock a little before the bus was due. Right on schedule, the guys walked by. Once they'd passed, I walked over to my desk -- right in front of the window -- to where I'd put the Penthouse and, fully lubed, started jerking my erect member off for all I was worth. All the while I was looking AWAY from the window. Sure enough, in a minute or two, there was my friend, crouched down behind the hedge again. I could see her clearly in the mirror, staring intently as I yanked on my cock. Watching her watch me was definitely MUCH more exciting than Penthouse was -- her face wasn't any more than three feet from my rock-hard prick, and I was watching her watch me jerk off. She couldn't see the upper part of my torso or my head -- only my midsection -- but she DEFINITELY had a close up side view of my stiff, lubricated package. Talk about a rush -- I've always had a streak of exhibitionism, but this was too much. I continued to give her a side view of my cock and balls as I squirted some more lotion on them, and then resumed pumping my dick for all it was worth for another minute or so. Then, I grabbed my cock and balls with BOTH hands and stroked. Finally, I cupped my hand and just worked the tip. In other words, I used every masturbation technique I'd ever tried in my life. By then, I couldn't contain myself any more -- pre-cum was dribbling out, and my rock-hard cock was ready to blast out as much spooge as my balls could supply. Turning full-front toward her, I continued to hammer at my dick as my balls backed up, contracted, and blew their wet, white load toward the desk and straight at her. Hot cum squirted across the magazine and the desk, and my young female friend never moved, remaining crouched behind that hedge as I shot the entire load. I couldn't see her face now -- my back was toward the mirror as I faced her, and her eye level, from my point of view, was hidden behind the windowshade. But as I looked down at the opening at the bottom of the windowshade, I could see her small, firm breasts and the outline of her bra pressing against her white shirt, which only added to the force of my ejaculation. The spasms came hard as she watched me cum from only a couple feet away, and I continued to pump jizz until my balls had emptied their load. Finally, I turned slowly away from the window, a little dazed at the audacity and excitement of what I'd just done, not to mention the force of my orgasm. As I did, in the mirror I could see her starting to creep away, while still peering in for one last look. School ended a couple of days later and I never got a chance to repeat my performance, but even now, years later, I can still see her crouching behind that hedge and remember the sensation of jerking off in full, close-up view, pleased that I could add to her education.