Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: Peekers
Part: Part 3
Summary: In Part 3, she's getting bolder.
Much bolder. And he fights to keep cool about it.
Keywords: M, f, mast, voy, exhib, cum
Date: 04/10/2015
Author: Dayvid Notellin (
dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com
)
Title: Peekers
Part: Part 3
Summary: In Part 3, she's
getting bolder. Much bolder. And he fights to keep cool about it.
Keywords: M, f, mast, voy,
exhib, cum
Date: 04/10/2015
Apparently
I wasn't the only one who'd been uncertain but hopeful. After
my little peeker peeked the first time, it had been weeks, and I'd thought it a
one-time thing. When it happened the second time, I'd been reassured that it
wasn't just a one-time thing. I figured it'd be a few weeks before she dared
again, but I guess I wasn't the only one who'd been encouraged,
and emboldened by the second time.
Her third visit came only a few
days later, and I wasn't even on FapChat this time, nor was it very late. I was
actually just porn-surfing, and the sun had barely been down when I caught
motion outside in the corner of my eye. I tried to look-without-looking,
but to no avail. So I turned the camera on and looked in the screen she
couldn't see. Nothing. Damn. Oh well, wishful thinking.
Then I spotted her. She was
much closer this time, practically right outside the glass door! I cock lurched
with excitement. She was getting bolder!
Now in all fairness, where
she'd been before had been pretty far back, and there really wasn't anything
between the far spot she'd been in before, and the much closer one. Still, I
was surprised she'd opted for a front-row seat. Thinking about it a bit though,
it made sense. Kids were kinda stupid, or I guess naive is the word. They
haven't been hurt enough to learn caution. And they were impatient. Not like
me. I was a grown man, with all the patience the years afforded - which was why
I waited nearly a whole minute before pulling my cock out into the open air,
exposing myself before the little girl, and relieving the pressure as it tried
to rip through my pants. Like I said, patience - that's me!
I didn't even bother dialing up
FapChat this time, instead just clicking on a random porn clip so I'd have
something to pretend to be looking at while I stroked off for my little
audience. My cock was achingly hard knowing she was less than twenty feet away,
let me tell you! I could have cum in a minute, but I wanted to make the show
worthwhile.
On inspiration, I turned
further away from the glass door to give her the impression of added safety. I
wouldn't be able to see anything out the corner of my eye from the new angle,
though I could still see clearly in the monitor. Reaching for the lotion, I
coated my cock with it to give my gliding hand a smooth, slippery surface while
I stroked. I alternated my attention between the video, which was some bimbo
doing herself with a dildo. It wasn't really very good, so I took the time to
do a couple of searches, and in a couple of minutes, was rewarded with a petite
teen blonde doing a mutual jackoff scene with a much older man. Nothing
suggestive there! I put it on the screen my friend would see clearly - not that
I was hinting or anything. I continued to stroke my cock, keeping it clearly
visible to her as I alternated my attention between the door and the
now-much-more-appropriate video.
It wasn't long before the
neighbor-girl moved a bit to get a better look, and I got a better look at her.
She appeared to be younger than I'd thought, and I'll probably go to hell for
the fact that it only turned me on more. Now that I could see her face, I saw
that she was very pretty - or maybe "cute" would be the better word,
though both were true. I couldn't make out her body through the hooded sweats
she was wearing, but what I could make out was that her cheeks were flushed,
and she had a glazed look to her face as she stared right at my cock as I
stroked it!
If you've ever had someone
watch you while you stroke, you'll understand how exciting that is. But having
a little girl watch you - sneaking to watch you, was far more arousing than I'd
ever thought - and now that I could see her face, it somehow made it so much
more "real" for me. I had to slow, and slow again, barely touching my
twitching cock lest I fire off too soon.
It was totally worth it though!
I'd been showing off for her for about ten minutes, and was seriously
considering firing off, sure I could keep it hard and go again, when I noticed
some motion. My little friend had slipped her hand down into her sweatpants,
and I could see movement down there. The little girl was playing with herself
while watching me stroke my cock!
There was no warning. Suddenly
my cock just erupted, spraying cum up and out in streams of hot cum that landed
all over me, all over my pants, all over the desk, and the floor. It took me so
by surprise that I didn't even think about stifling my groan of pleasure or
aiming it anywhere - but my eyes were glued to the movement between my friend's
thighs, which seemed much more rapid as I came - making it even hotter!
I continued to stroke my cock
for her, using my cum as additional lubricant, and as
I'd half-expected, I didn't wilt a bit. My cock was positively turgid, and would likely remain so as long as I watched my
little friend playing with herself. In my mind's eye I could see her little
fingers rubbing her bare little cunny, and it may have been the shadows, but I
would almost swear I saw a dark patch in the fabric of her sweat pants, where I
fervently hoped her pussy juices were soaking. What I wouldn't give to get my
hands on those pants!
In those cases where I go
end-on-end without a break, my second climax is always at least fifteen minutes
away. I could possibly shorten it to ten, as horny as I was from watching a
little girl play with herself. But that's a long time to a little girl
squatting uncomfortably outside in the dark, and I wanted to give her a great show so she'd be back again soon, as well as reward her for
her boldness in coming closer. What I really wanted was to invite her in for a
soda and let her sit in comfort while we both diddled, but of course that
wasn't going to happen.
After a bit of thought, I took
a towel, and carefully wiped off the lotion and foamed-up cum from my cock. I
saw her hand motions slow, and unless I imagined it, a look of disappointment
crossed her face. But her smile returned when I reached for the baby oil.
Like I've said, baby oil is
awesome stuff. It makes one's cock look wet and shiny, and
brings out the colors. Tonight my cock was darker and redder than usual, having
cum so hard only minutes ago, and as I slid my oily hand over him, greasing him
up, he looked amazing. So amazing in fact, that it gave me an idea. Wiping off
one hand, I moved slowly and deliberately as I picked up my phone and took
several pictures of my cock with it. I could see my friend grinning with
amusement, and perhaps approval, and I wondered if she ever took selfies while
masturbating. What I wouldn't give for one of those!
The thought of having some pics
of her spreading herself in all her glory for my view made my cock twitch and spew
up a rivulet of precum. Is it still pre-cum if it's after you've cum once
already? It didn't matter, it made my hand slicker and my cock wetter as I
rubbed it over my shaft and head.
Looking on my screen, I saw
that my friend was getting into it now. She had one hand going crazy in her
pants, while the other one was against the doorframe to keep her from falling
over while she squatted, masturbating on my doorstep. And yes, that was a wet
spot. I zoomed in and made sure. Only it wasn't a spot, it was a huge patch. It
looked like she'd spilled a cup of coffee in her lap - a full cup! I had no
idea girls so young made so much juice, and my mouth watered at the thought of
cleaning her up with my tongue.
I hadn't realized it, but my
hand was moving up and down my shaft faster as I watched her. Her mouth was
open, and I was sure I could hear panting through the door. Her eyes were
locked on my cock, and she had that look on her face of concentration that
women get when they're getting close to cumming and want to make it count.
I increased my tempo, wanting
to shoot off just before she peaked. I had it in my mind that watching me cum
would add to her pleasure, and I really wanted to pleasure her. I mean, I
really wanted her to have pleasure. We both focused, and even though I knew she
didn't know I was watching her, I felt connected to her somehow, as if we were
working together toward a mutual goal - that of orgasmic bliss.
I thought I saw something, and
my balls ached, trying to fire off in a sudden increase in arousal, but I
fought it back. I wanted to see if I was right. With trembling fingers, I
zoomed in the camera, directing it between her legs. I was right. There were
actual drops on the ground beneath her. Fuck! She was so wet she was dripping? Dripping
so much it soaked through her sweat pants? Suddenly I couldn't wait for her to
leave. I wanted to get out there and smell her pussy juices. Hell, if the floor
was clean, I'd have licked them up once she left, and in my mind, I did that.
My hand was stroking fast
again, as was hers. She was leaning forward, straining, reaching for her
climax, and getting close. My hand was a blur on my cock, moving so fast it
sent droplets of baby oil flying, getting some on the screen even, but I didn't
care. I had to cum for my little girl friend. I had to show her how horny she
made me - it didn't matter that she didn't know I was watching her, I felt the
connection, and was sure she did too. Our movements were in sync as we
approached our mutual oblivion.
It was here. I was launching. I
wanted to share it with her, and without thinking, I shouted out in my joy,
"Her it comes baby girl! I'm cumming... cumming... cumming for you! Oh
God, you're so sexy and cute, you're making me erupt! OH FUCK HERE IT
COMES!!!" My cum shot out in hot jets, my
deep-red cock acting like a mortar, firing volley after volley into the air. I
didn't care, I didn't aim, I only watched as my girl-friend gasped and came
too. She tried hard to keep it quiet, but I heard her, I'm sure of it, and the
droplets falling from her crotch turned momentarily to a trickle, as a leaky
faucet. I moaned out my pleasure at the sight. "Oh yeah honey, God it's so
sexy when you cum like that! So fucking wet and good! What a great pussy you
have that makes so much juice! It makes me cum so good when you cum so good
too!" I know she didn't know I was talking to her, but I hoped the words
would matter to her in some way, with that connection we sheared as we climaxed
together. I like to think that if I'd have turned around and looked at her just
then... but there was no way I was going to risk scaring her off!
As my climax ebbed, with me
slowing my strokes and squeezing out every drop of cum to rub it over my cock
and chest, I watched as she nearly toppled, righted herself, and squatted
there, panting hard, the drops still falling from between her legs. There was a
mini-puddle there now, and I prayed she wouldn't try to clean it up before she
left. Obviously I wasn't going to lick it up off the ground outside, but I
damned sure did want to savor her scent!
We both sat for a while,
recovering from our mutual climax, and I know it's stupid, but I really felt
close to her then. Yeah, just the post-coital emotional surge, even without
actual coitus. I understand. But it sure felt real to me.
I was laying back in the chair,
ignoring the porn, watching my little friend. Her body was trembling, her legs
shaking as she fought her way to standing. She seemed to have forgotten that
she was supposed to be hiding, but then why would she hide with my back to her.
It touched my heart though, when she leaned forward and kissed the glass door
before slipping into the darker shadows.
I gave it a few minutes, during
which time I wiped up the better part of the mess before I eased the door open.
I listened closely. When I was convinced she was gone, I knelt down and touched
the wet spot on the ground. It was still warm - it must have been steaming hot
when she came. I rubbed my fingers together, feeling the slick consistency of
her pussy juices, then raised my fingers to my nose. She had a positively
heavenly scent. Horny girl, but clean and good. There's nothing quite as lovely
as fresh pussy juice, and it took an effort of will not to lick my fingers. Hell,
I was half tempted to rub my cock in the puddle, just to be closer to her
somehow! But who wants mud on their cock? And anything wet mixed with dust and
dirt, even something as wonderful as the juices of a little girl's climax,
still results in mud. It was such a waste though!
I returned to my computer, and mused. My cock was completely out of
commission for a while, of course, and yet part of me still wanted more. My
little friend had just left, and already I wanted her back. I hoped I wasn't
becoming fixated - the last thing a sweet, wonderful girl like that needed was
some old fart stalking her! But I knew me, that wasn't going to happen. Still,
I felt her absence.
I was watching a movie about an
hour and later, but it wasn't a very good movie. Or maybe I was just bummed. As
is often the case when I'm not engaged in a movie, I left it running while I
checked my email on my phone. It was the typical fare. Ads for boner pills,
some work, spam "girls" who "haven't heard from me lately".
I'm in that demographic where they assume that since I'm older and unmarried, I
must be desperate for female companionship. I shrugged and was about to dump
them when one caught my eye. Someone by the name of "Peeker". Probably
another spam. One of the things about frequenting sites like FapChat is that
you end up with spam targeted to voyeurs.
What caught my eye though, was
that the Subject wasn't suggestive or leading. It just said, "Fair's Fair".
To my surprise though, there was no attachment. Usually there's an attachment,
often disguised to seem like a picture or video or whatever. Not this one. This
one had a link in it. Again, not unusual - except that I recognized the domain
right away. It was to CryptoFile - a secure
file-sharing site where you could encrypt a file and send it securely. Their
anti-virus was top-notch, so it probably wasn't anything infectious. I clicked
the link.
After a second's download, a
document opened. It was a note that simply said, "I owe you this." Below
that was a selfie. A close-up selfie. So close up you couldn't see her face, or
body, or anything in the room beyond. There wasn't even anything to make one
certain it wasn't an older, well-groomed woman. But there was no doubt in my
mind. It was a close-up selfie-pic of my little peeker's
pussy, in all her shiny-wet glory, deep pink with the flush of recent rubbing. I
didn't wonder how she'd gotten my email address - it was on the back window of
my car as an ad for my services.
Her pussy was small, tight with
those puffy outer lips of youth, barely parted and just a peek of her pink
inner lips showing. It could have been taken a week, or a month ago for all I
knew, but in my mind, it was as her pussy had been when she left - wet and
sated. And it was exquisite - simply gorgeous.
My cock, having cum twice
earlier that evening, nevertheless stirred restlessly. I told it to go back to
sleep. This wasn't for beating off to - not right now anyway. This was art,
pure and simple. Her pussy was just plain beautiful. I gazed longingly at it
for a long while, savoring the sweet curves, the shiny sheen. I wanted to kiss
her, to rub my face against her, to slip my tongue in her and sip her nectar.
More, I wanted to thank her. I
couldn't explain how I knew, but I was sure she didn't usually do this sort of
thing; though the sophistication of her methodology was more than I would have
expected. Still, I didn't know her. Maybe she was as much a computer geek as I. What I was sure of though, was that she didn't owe me
anything. If anything, I owed her, and it only took a moment for me to figure
out how to pay her back. I uploaded the pics I'd taken earlier, picked the best
one, and prepared a document. What to say? Thank her? Praise her? No. Reassure
her. She'd taken a risk - another risk - and was probably nervous, though I
suspected she was aroused too. Danger. It was a great aphrodisiac.
"Dear anonymous," I
wrote, "I don't know who you are, but I have to say, that is the most
beautiful picture I have ever seen. Thank you so very much for sending it, and
feel free to send as many more as you're comfortable with. I will treasure each
and every one, and if you don't mind, I will also enjoy getting off to them. You
are divine!" He read it over. He wanted to say so much more, but he didn't
want to come across as TOO eager. Right now she felt save in her supposed
anonymity, so he had to keep up the facade and just praise her for the pic,
pretending not to know anything else. But he'd be sure it was prominently
displayed on his monitor the next time he caught her peeking - and somehow, he
was sure she'd be back for more. He could hardly wait!
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ASSTR used to have a
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