Ilse's (Sexual) Diary
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                             Written by 
               Major Tom (anon4bc5@nyx.net) & a cool friend 

Note : Ilse is an existing person, and subject of many wild dreams for Tom.
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** Friday 29 April 1994 **

Well, I have finally said Yes to Pieter. I love him dearly and my school 
friends are always making fun of me for still being a virgin at the ripe 
old age of sixteen. I have been taking the Pill now for two months so I 
can't get pregnant. I hope! I am going round to Pieter's apartment 
tomorrow afternoon. His parents are going out somewhere.

I wonder what it will feel like? Will he be gentle? He says he is a virgin 
too but I wonder...

- - - -

** Saturday 30 April 1994 **

O dear God. I can't stop crying. This morning Marianne came round and 
told me that yesterday evening P (I can't bear to write his name) was in 
McDonalds telling his friends, in a very loud voice, that he was going to 
"fuck Ilse's brains out and then dump her like the others". Thank God I 
found out just in time. Loosing my virginity is such an important thing 
for me, it seems like a game to boys.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

We composed a nasty letter which Marianne took round to his apartment. I 
hope I never see him again. This has been the worst day of my life. All 
men are bastards.

- - - -

** Friday 13 May 1994 **

I began this diary to record my sexual experiences, but all that came to an
end the day after I started it! Although I know that P is a heartless swine I
still miss him, in a way. He was very handsome. Now that I have calmed down a
bit I have decided to write down one or two sexual episodes with P that I
really enjoyed at the time.

The most fantastic one happened only three days before we broke up.
I had hoped to repeat it, but...

Because we had only been going out together for six weeks I had never let P do
much sexually with me at all. I loved kissing him and I would let him put his
hands anywhere he liked, but only on the outside of my clothes. He would
always say I was being silly and unreasonable, and how much I would enjoy it,
but I would always say "thats the way it is". Most boys think I'm very
old-fashioned.

Anyway, on that day we were sitting together on the couch in his apartment,
having just finished a long snogging session and we were both quite excited.
His hand was pressed into my crotch, on the outside of my jeans. He was
rubbing me in a way that made me rub back against his hand. My hand was
fondling his cock, again on the outside of his jeans. As usual, he was wanting
me to go further and I was saying No. He was very aroused and tried to talk me
round, rubbing me all the time, but I kept saying No.

Eventually he gave up and began a sort of fantasy, still rubbing me...

"Ilse, I'd love to see you completely naked. I'd love for you to have no
clothes on at all and for me to be able to look at every part of you. To
study your nude body..."

"Oh yes?" I said. The idea appealed to me as soon as he said it.

"Yes, I've seen you in your bikini at the pool. But I'd love to see those last
few bits." He smiled as he said this. That smile could almost make me do
anything. Almost.

"Really?" I wanted him to talk more about this.

"Mmm. I often think about you undressing. Would you undress now? I won't
touch you."

I thought about this. I was feeling very randy. P rubbed me harder as I
thought and began to fondle my right breast, through my tee-shirt, with his
other hand. I had an idea and my mind began to go over some of the movements
I had been learning in dance classes.

"Well. Would you like a strip tease?"

His eyes lit up. Would he!

"Ilse!" was all he could manage to say.

"OK" I said "Sit on your hands!"

He sat on his hands! Double quick!!

"But I might not take everything off..."

I loved to tease him...

~ ~ ~
I walked over to his cassette deck to try to find, among the jumble of
cassettes, something that I would enjoy stripping to. Eventually I found a
cassette of mine that I had brought over a few days ago but which P had never
heard. It had several pieces on it and I knew exactly what they were. I
rewound it, Pressed Play and then went and stood motionless about two
meters in front of P while the cassette leader played through. After a few
seconds the music started: "French Kiss", an acid house number from two or
three years ago. I started off just tapping my right foot to the very simple
beat. I was looking forward to this. I loved dancing and the dance classes had
helped me to develop a graceful, and very supple, body. I began dancing as the
music slowly changed and became more complex. I particularly enjoyed dancing
up very close to P and rhythmically thrusting my hips towards his face. After
a while I began to undress whilst dancing. Not very easy! I started with
my socks. Then I undid the zip of my jeans and danced like that for a while,
then I took them right off. Then I slipped my tee-shirt off. I was now
dancing in my bra and panties. P's eyes were all over my nearly naked body.
My dancing became more and more energetic. I danced with my back to P for
a while and took my bra off. I turned around and danced in such a way that
my breasts bounced up and down. I finally slipped my panties down and hurled
them into the corner of the room. I was totally naked. I danced with my bare
arse inches from P's face. I danced facing him, but bent backwards and with
my legs apart to give him a good view of my cunt. I felt drunk with dancing.

Eventually the music stopped. I stopped. I was completely out of breath.
I pressed Stop on the deck. But I was on a high. I just wanted a short rest
and then to dance some more. I took a gulp of Coke.

"Oh Ilse," he said. "I knew that you were a good dancer but that was
fantastic."

"Thanks. Feeling hungry?" I asked, my breasts moving up and down as I got
my breath back.

"What?"

I walked over to the corner where my panties were. I could feel P's eyes on me
as I did this. I picked up the panties and carefully turned them inside out.
The crotch was wet with the vaginal secretions that had seeped out of me when
P was rubbing me.

"Open your mouth, please."

He did so and I gently pushed the crotch of the panties into his mouth.
Pressing the sticky patch onto his tongue with a few circular motions of my
finger. I walked back to the cassette deck and pressed Play again. I glanced
back at P. He was slowly chewing the crotch of my panties and obviously
enjoying the taste.

The next piece was called "Dance, dance, dance". It started with a long
descending note. As that note played I sank down to a full splits position and
then the very heavy beat came in and the male singer was singing "And she can
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance..." I held onto the arm of a chair
and stared hard into P's eyes. I felt completely in control, looking at
him sitting on his hands and with my knickers stuffed in his mouth. Every
time the singer said "dance" I lifted myself up by about 10 centimeters and
then dropped back to the floor again. After about a minute of this I was
lifting myself up by about 20 centimeters and slamming my cunt quite hard
against the carpet in time with the music. It began to hurt but I seemed to be
overpowered by the music. The singer was singing "dance, dance, dance, dance"
but I knew that P was thinking "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck". Eventually the music
finished. I was exhausted. My cunt hurt from all that banging. My tits hurt
from bouncing up and down. I was covered in sweat. I stood up, stopped the
cassette deck, and staggered over to P. Without saying a word I pulled
the knickers out of his mouth, gave my sweaty arse a good wipe with the part
that was saturated with his saliva, and then pushed the knickers back
in his mouth, arse wipe part first.

I looked down at him and laughed.

~ ~ ~
P looked up at me. He did not know what was going to happen next. I gently
pulled my panties out of his mouth and dropped them on the floor.

"You can take your hands out now," I said, smiling. "I need to sit down."

He took his hands out from under him and I sat down, still naked, on his lap.
He looked like a schoolboy who has just been told that Christmas is coming
early this year.

We started kissing and his hands were all over my body. He quickly had the
middle finger of his right hand up inside my cunt. He was very happy.

I was still very aroused by the dancing and by the way that P was rubbing my
clit. I felt that I really wanted to get my hands on his cock. The lips of
my vagina felt a bit sore and I was imagining P gently kissing them when...
We heard the front door of the apartment open! P's parents had come back!
I jumped up, grabbed my jeans and tee-shirt and ran into the bathroom, leaving
P to hide my bra and panties.

I emerged from the bathroom five minutes later and chatted with P's parents.
P had told them that I had felt sick. I left a few minutes later. Riding
home on the camino with no panties on certainly felt different. I may try it
again some time!

The next time we could meet was two days later, on the Friday. P came round to
my place. He also brought back my bra and panties. He said that he had had a
great time with them. Wanking off using them and going to sleep with
my bra wrapped around his cock! Are all boys like this?

I told him that the striptease really turned me on. Obviously, he loved it
too. The thought of undressing while a man watched me was an enormous turn-on.
Then P suggested that we should do it again the next day, Saturday, and then
after the striptease, when we were both excited to boiling point, we should
fuck (he said "make love") for the first time. I could not resist this and
agreed. I had already decided that P was the boy I was going to lose my
virginity to.

He wanted to do it exactly as before, sitting on hands, panties in mouth,
the whole thing. This was fine by me. He said that if he did not sit on
his hands he would not be able to stop himself from wanking off while
I undressed in front of him.

I began to think of some different music to dance to and different ways of
stripping, But, of course, it never happened.

I've got nobody to strip for now. Although I bet there are loads of boys out
there who'd like to watch me do it.


- - - -

** Monday 16 May 1994 **

Well. My love life is still at zero. Watched TV all weekend. I could
start using this diary for something else. It is pouring with rain.
I'm fed up. I wouldn't be surprised if we had a thunder storm.

Wait.

This is interesting. It is 21:45 and I am writing this, as usual, with my
back to the window. The light is on, of course. In the mirror I can see a
window of the house opposite. The light is off in that room. However,
I can see the light from my window glinting off two circles in that room.
The two circles sometimes move slightly. They could be someone's glasses
or they could be a pair of binoculars. They look wrong for glasses though.
Either way, somebody in that room is watching me.

That's Tom's house!

I wonder if it's Tom??

Well. I haven't mentioned Tom yet in this diary so here goes...

Tom lives in the house opposite ours. He has always lived there so far as
I can remember. He is three or four years older than me. Christine and
I both think he is quite good looking. Sometimes I might pass him in the
street but he has never really spoken to me. I shouldn't think he even
knows my name. Anyway, if he has ever thought about me at all, he probably
thinks that I am too young for him. I don't remember ever seeing him with
a girl. But he goes to the University and he's sure to have a girl friend
there.

I will just sit here for a while and see what happens.

~ ~ ~

The binoculars, if that's what they are, are still there. Well, I don't mind
Tom watching me. (If it is Tom.) I wonder how long this has been going on?
I almost never draw the curtains. But I usually undress with the light out.
Who is this person?

It is now 22:05. He doesn't seem to mind just staring at my back. I
wonder what he thinks I am doing. If only he knew that I was writing about
him!!

It is really raining hard now. But I don't want to get up and check that the
window is closed in case I scare away my new friend!

Holy shit! It is Tom!!

There was a sudden flash of lightning and his whole room lit up. I saw the
binoculars and I recognised the hair!!

I was careful not to move when the lightning and thunder came. I'm sure 
he doesn't know that I saw him in the mirror. He's still there.

Oh Tom, you naughty boy.

Now, what kind of games can I play with you?


~ ~ ~
Oh wow!

This is making me really fucking horny. He's still there. Don't go away Tom.
Does he do this every night? Or is this the first time? He could have been
watching me for years! You filthy beast Tom! I wonder how much he has seen.

Well, I've discovered that I like undressing with an audience, and now, like
magic, I've got an audience. But I can't just go into my French Kiss
routine, can I!?! I must not let him find out that I know he is watching me.
That would spoil everything. My main rule will be: Never, ever, look directly
at his window.

I am going to try an experiment. I am going to see what it feels like to
write some really crude things about Tom, while he is watching me. This could
be a real turn-on.

    Fuck me Tom.
    I want to feel Tom's great big cock forcing its way up my virgin cunt.
    Ram it all the way in and then cum inside me, Tom.
    FUCK ME HARD TOM.

Yeah, this is quite some turn-on. I bet he wanks himself while he is
watching me. I wonder if he is wanking himself now? Would you like to cum
in my mouth Tom? I'd really like you to.

I've just put my left hand inside my tee shirt and then inside my bra.
I'm fondling my right tit. Pity that I've got my back to Tom. I wonder if
he can guess what I'm doing?


~ ~ ~
This just might be the first time that Tom has looked at me through his
binoculars. I just don't know. Would I have noticed those two shiny circles
before? I don't know. Well, he's still there. I think I'll give him a little
treat, just to keep his interest. I'd better take my hand out of my bra
first, but I do enjoy tickling that nipple with the tip of my finger. I've
been imagining it was Tom doing it.


~ ~ ~
I am now in bed writing this. I hope Tom enjoyed his treat. This is what
I did...

I closed the diary and stood up. I then walked about tidying up the room. It
was quite untidy anyway, but it did give Tom a good view of me from all
angles. I could almost feel Tom's eyes boring into me. Just my imagination
I know, but it was a great feeling. At one point I bent over with my bottom
facing the window. Imagine that view without the jeans, Tom!

After I had tidied up I went and got half a glass of water. I walked back
into the room about to drink it. But as I brought it up to my lips I managed
to drop the glass. I hope my "accident" looked realistic! A lot of water went
over my tee shirt, as planned. I pulled a face and held the wet material
away from my body. Then, facing the window of course, I crossed my forearms
across my tummy, gripped the waist band of the tee shirt and then slowly
pulled it off over my head. I particularly enjoyed those few seconds when
my arms were up in the air but my face was completely covered by the tee
shirt. Look as much as you like, Tom, I was thinking.

I then looked down at my bra. I pretended that it was wetter than it was. I
put my hands behind my back, undid it and slipped it off. I hope Tom had a
nice view of my tits. They are not very big but I think that those little
pale pink nipples really look pretty, and they are so sensitive. I then
"dried" my tits with the back of the tee shirt, still facing the window
of course. First I held my left tit with my right hand and carefully dried
it with the other hand, then I switched around, then I dried between them
and underneath them. I did it for a long time! I hope Tom didn't wonder
why it was taking me so long!!

Then I went and turned out the light and got undressed for bed as usual.

Tomorrow I'm going to pull the net curtains tighter, to make them flatter
and easier to see through for Tom. I wonder if he'll be there watching me
tomorrow night? I hope he will be.

Good night my darling Tom, I feel that I can already talk to you in this
diary. Kiss, kiss, kiss. As soon as I've finished writing this where do
you think I'm going to put my hand? I'll pretend that its your hand,
you naughty boy!

- - - -  [TDV]

** Tuesday 17 May 1994 **

Well, here I am again. It has been quite busy today. This afternoon, I
deliberately spoiled my cup of cacao over the net curtains, in order to
have an excuse to take them off. My mother wasn't too happy with it, but
she put them in the washing machine for me. After only one hour she 
returned them to me, and handed them so that I could hang them again.
But of course I had some other plans with it first ... I've fondled with
them, and now they're much tighter. I'm quite sure that whoever tries to
look through them from a distance will have a much better view.

I'm sitting at my desk now, pretending to read a magazine. But of course
my eyes are focused on the mirror, trying to catch every glimp of the room
across the street. The lights are on in Tom's room ; he's playing around
with some CD's or cassettes, I think. Shame I couldn't flatten his 
net curtains as well ; he has a much better view on my room than I have
at his'. Oh well ...

Leave those CD's, darling ... I'm here, and I'm willing to give you
another show. Aren't you interested? Come on, my darling ... If you 
behave well tonight, I might even show you my pussy! Wouldn't that be
great? I can hardly wait to feel your eyes on my bare cunt; I'm sure
I can have an orgasm only by the thought of Tom watching my pussy!

~ ~ ~ ~
Well, the lights went out in Tom's room, but as far as I can see, he has
left the room. I don't see any binoculars this time. Now what? I'm hot
and waiting for you, my darling. Don't disappoint me, please?

Wait! What's that? I think I saw those circles again. It was only for
a second, but they were definitely there. No doubt about it! At last;
you've kept me waiting, lover! 

Let's see: what time is it? Hmm ... About 22h. A little early to get
undressed, perhaps, but oh well, maybe I'm just tired, what do you think,
darling?

Yeah, why not. Let's turn out the light, and get naked!


~ ~ ~ ~
Well, just like yesterday, I've just finished the show, and here I am
now, writing it all down. I've given Tom the show of his live, and I bet
his cum is spread all over his room now. Here's what I did:

I've turned out the light, and got totally naked. Then I suddenly discovered
some weird spot on my right tit (perhaps a mosquito bite?), and turned
on the light again for further inspection. I stood right in front of the
mirror when the light went on again. Of course (like any decent young girl
would do) I had my arms spread wide before my tits, covering them 
carefully, so that Tom couldn't see a thing. 

Just teasing of course, because during the extremely severe inspection of
my right tit, this cover didn't stand. I'm quite sure he had a perfect
view on my right tit, which I massaged and fondled till my nipple got
rock hard. Then I cursed visably, and disappeared to the bathroom. The only
thing Tom could see during a few second was my naked bottom. I'm sure he
wanted me to turn around, but that had to wait a little longer ...

In the bathroom I grabbed the bottle of body lotion, and waited a few 
minutes, in order to increase tension on my lover. Then I slowly walked
back into my room, giving him about 3 seconds perfect view on my bare
crotch. If his binoculars are strong enough, he might even have seen my
erect clitoris, as I was amazingly turned on, doing all this for my 
secret audience, my secret lover!

I sank down on my bed (pussy show is over, Tom, sorry) and poured some
body lotion from the bottle. Still watching in the mirror, I slowly spread
the oil over my right tit, and gently started massaging it. Up and down,
from the left to the right, caressing my small but beautiful tit; an
incredibly hot sight.

It took a lot longer than I had to take, but I just couldn't stop it. I
even wonder whether it was still realistic, but after all I'm quite sure
Tom (if he's really watching me) didn't mind at all; I'm sure he's now
quite busy cleaning the cum off his carpet ... What a waste, darling.
Why didn't you come over here, and had me taste every drop of it? Damn,
I'm so hot ... I could really use that big fast cock of yours, Tom! I'd
like to feel it deep inside my virgin lovehole, oh yes!

Good night my darling Tom. Kiss, kiss, kiss. I'm gonna have to use my
hand again, as soon as I've finished writing this. And once again, I'll 
pretend that its your hand, you naughty boy! Sweet dreams, Tom!

- - - -  

** Wednesday 18 May 1994 **

Well, I began this diary to record my sexual experiences with Pieter (I
can write his name again now; the thought of him doesn't botter me
anymore now), and look what has happened: virgin Ilse is writing the
most perverted things here, wanting to be fucked hard by the boy across
the street, who I've never ever even talked to! Strange world ...

It's just incredible. Every second of the day I'm thinking of Tom, and
wonder whether he's thinking about me as well. Probably not, if he really
got a girlfriend at the university. And why shouldn't a handsome stud 
like Tom have a girlfriend? I'm quite sure those university-sluts are
fighting over him!

But I think I found a way to get some more information about my darling:
Marianne's brother Frank is also attending the local university, and 
Marianne has promised me she'd have him inform about Tom! It took me
some trouble, as I didn't even know his surname, but I passed by his
house when I returned from school, and from now on I'll never forget
his name: Altingh. Let me write this down:

 Tom & Ilse Altingh. 

Yeah, it even sounds good. This is just perfect! I do hope Frank gets
the necessary information fast; I really wanna know EVERYTHING about
my darling. Oh Tom, I wish you could be here with me. Right here, right
now. Imagine what we could be doing! 

But his house is dark: I've seen him leave together with his parents;
he wore a suit, and looked even more handsome than before! I think they
had to attend a party. Well ... I'll have to go to bed without the
great feeling of his eyes on my body. Shame. I wouldn't be surprised if
I couldn't get to sleep!

- - - -  

** Thursday 19 May 1994 **

What a disappointment! It's just such a terrible day. This afternoon
I asked Marianne whether Frank had found out something already, but she
had nothing to tell me; maybe tomorrow, she said. Oh God, why do I have
to wait this long? 

And to make it even worse, Tom's house is dark again: they've left just
before dinner, and still haven't returned. Oh no, not another night 
without my lover! WHY? Oh why?

As expected, I didn't sleep well, last night, and I feel tired and 
weepy. Why can't you be home tonight, darling? I just can't sleep 
anymore without your eyes watching my body! Oh why ...


- - - -  

** Friday 20 May 1994 **

YES! I already thought this day would be like yesterday, but it's better,
much better! Marianne just came round, and she had news for me: Frank
had talked with some of Tom's friends, and now I know almost everything!

For starters, the most important part: he doesn't have a girlfriend! And
even more surprising: he's still a virgin! Frank's sources were very
definite: he's never had sex with a girl in his life! Well, well ... Two
virgins watching each other at night; what an amazing coincidence, 
my darling! 

So far Marianne's good (correction: wonderful) news. And there's more:
Tom's parents left the house (once again), but he did not join them!
That means he's home alone right now, and I'm sure he'll take that 
chance, and will be watching me. I haven't seen his binoculars upto now,
but I'm quite sure he's there, in the darkness of his room, watching me
writing this exciting news in my diary. I wonder what he'd say when I
showed him all I've written?

~ ~ ~ ~
You know, last night I had some sort of dream. I don't know whether I
was really dreaming; perhaps it was just a fantasy, because I really
slept bad, last night, but still. I dreamt of a night just like this
one: both of us home alone, and there I was, giving just another show
for my secret lover across the street. And suddenly ... The phone rang.
Guess who? Yep, it was Tom! 

'Goodevening, Ilse. I was wondering: could you turn the spotlight a little
more to the left? That would give me a much better view of your nice hot
pussy!'

Thrilling! And of course it shows than I'm much more daring in my dreams
than in real life, 'cause here's what I answered:

'Well, loverboy ... If you want that spot turned, why don't you cross the
street, and get here?'

And that was just what he did: he came over, but of course he forgot to
turn the spot: we almost immediately dove on my bed, and his hands were
practically everywhere on my bare skin. Oh, he was SOOOO tender! Slowly
caressing my tits, gently touching my nipples, even gently squeezing them.

He smelled so nice, so perfect! It wasn't like boring Pieter; not at all!
Much more tender, but at the same time he made me feel HE was in charge,
in contrary to foolish Pieter, who did almost everything if only I'd allow
him to fuck me (see above). No, it was totally different, and it made me
much hotter!

And then, suddenly his mouth was on my tits, softly licking them, softly
sucking on my more than erect nipples ... Even softly biting them! 
Oh yes, darling, I'm getting hotter every minute! And does he know? Sure,
his left hand has suddenly found my more than wet pussy, my virgin hole.

He feels it's already more than wet, groans, and suddenly leaves my tits.
Down goes his mouth, all the way down, wetting my tummy, and further down
to my hot pussy. Suddenly his mouth is straight on my clit, his tongue
pussing my love button! It's an amazing sensation; it drives me wild, and
I feel my climax burning. This is the real thing; WAW!

'Don't tease me, my darling. Take me, now! I want to feel you deep inside
me! As deep and as hard as you can! Please ...'

He looks me straight in the eyes; what is he waiting for?

~~~~~~
And then what? Then nothing! My dream stopped right there. I just don't
know whether he fucked me. I do hope he did, but I just don't know. 
It's driving me crazy: even in my dreams I can't get him to fuck me.

Damn! Why can't you be with me, Tom? Why am I not as daring as I was in
this gorgeous dream? I'm sure reality would surpass my imagination. But
why I am still here? I should be on the phone now, calling you, asking
you to get over! Oh damn!

~~~~~~
Wait! I do think I saw his binoculars there. Yep, he's definitely there
now. My secret lover is back! Great! 

Hmm ... Well ... Great? Perhaps not that great; I'm sorta getting 
tired of solo-acts; why can't he be with me? Oh please, Tom darling,
grab that phone and call me! Don't just stand there watching me; call
me! Oh damn ...

I really really need that big fat cock of yours inside me now, Tom. I
wanna feel the warmth of your body on my breasts ... I want ... I want
my dream to become reality! Oh yes, Tom my darling, I really need a 
good fuck!

Hmm ... I'd really liked him to be here, but how can I get hem here?
There's only one solution to this problem ... All I need is some guts.
What do I have to loose? Nothing, right? This is a game I can only win!

Alright. I'll do it. Will get back afterwards; promise!


- - - -  

** Saturday 21 May 1994 **  (01h22)

Well, I began this diary to record my sexual experiences with Pieter, 
but from now on you won't see that name again here. My hands are 
shaking a little, and I can't really get concentrated on writing this,
but I have to record these incredible hours, which are just behind me.

Oh yes, it has finally happened: I'M NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE !!!!!!!!

Whew! That feels great to write. Have been looking forward to this
moment my entire life, and about an hour ago my dream has become 
reality. YEAH! Isn't it great?

But let me start from where I left off. I closed this diary, dimmed the
lights a little, and then disappeared to the bathroom. When I returned,
I was only wearing Christine's small pink neglige. It's a gift from her
last boyfriend, and she hasn't worn it since, so I don't think she'll
care about me wearing it.

Anyway, upon my return, I first turned a few times around, in order to
give Tom a perfect view on my barely covered body. I really like this
neglige (I'm still wearing it now; I'll never ever throw it away), as
it shows quite a lot of my naked body, but still it's covered, and 
whoever looks at me will still be surprised ... Great design!

After my pirouette-show, I took the phone (we have a portable one), and
quickly dialed Tom's number. Looking in the mirror, I saw the binoculars
disappear, and next the lights went on in his room. I do think I surprised
him, as he still got them in his hands when he turned on the light.
Gotcha, my darling! 

"Altingh - Tom's speaking"

"Goodevening Tom. Sorry to disturb your peeping session, but I was really
wondering what you thought of this new neglige ..."

Silence. And then I saw him looking at my room, staring at me, trying to
find out whether it was really me.

"Ilse?"

YES! He knows my name! Just great, loverboy. Just great!
For the first time since my discovery of him peeping at me, I turned towards
the window, and looked directly at his window. Next I raised my hand, and
waved at him"

"Yep. It's me, Tom. I know you've been watching me for quite some time now,
and decided it was time to cut the crap, and get in contact with each other;
what do you think?"

"... Well ... Depends on what you want from me, of course ..."

I laughed:

"Quite simple, loverboy: get over here, as quick as possible. I'm sure we
have plenty to talk about!"

Silence at the other end, and then, after what seemed an eternity (oh no,
he isn't going to reject my proposal, is he?), he finally answered, his
voice quite determined now:

"OK, if that's what you want, I'll be there in about one minute."

"Alright. I'll be down by that time. C-ya."

And with that I turned off the phone, and went down to the frontdoor.
I had already forgotten that I was wearing that neglige; I was SOOO 
excited! And after all, he already has seen me naked, so why bother 
about him seeing me in a neglige? Quite stupid, Ilse!

Anyway, after what seemed an eternity, the bell finally rang. I immediately
opened the door, and invited him in. And there he was: standing in our
hallway; looking even better than before! Looking much more handsome now
that we were closer to each other. I felt that I was starting to shake
again, and thus suggested that we'd go upstairs, to my room. 

Upon our arrival here, he looked around and said it looked a little 
different than it had looked through the binoculars (WHEW! He's just 
talking about it like it's a normal thing to do! He seems so confident
in being here! What an enormous difference with Pieter). I laughed a 
little bit nervous, and asked whether reality was an improvement.

He didn't laugh, but instead turned his eyes towards me, and slowly
inspected my whole (barely covered) body:

"Hmm ... Yes, it definitely looks better than through the binoculars!"

I laughed again: I hadn't meant to discuss my body; I thought we were
talking about my room! Nevertheless I loved the compliment, although I
felt a bit weird about him looking at me this way. Somehow he understood
it, because almost at the same time he asked me about it. I did tell him
I felt a bit rare, and felt even more after his answer:

"Well, since you gave me such great shows behind the window, I thought
you wouldn't mind me looking straight at your body. But if you do ..."

I sank down on my bed, and said only one word: 'Tom ...'

And then it suddenly happened: without another word, he was with me on
my bed, gently touching my body, softly pressing his lips against mine;
I opened my mouth almost automatically, and his tongue slipped inside.
We kissed for at least 10 minutes, and all the while his hands were gently
caressing my body through the neglige. What a difference to Pieter: P always
wanted to fondle my breasts through the clothing, but Tom was just the
opposite: his hands were everywhere, and I'm sure they've also touched my
breasts, but I just didn't feel it; his touch was identically, no matter
which part of my body he was passing. Somehow it seemed much more adult-
alike. This was how a man should touch a woman!

Finally our mouth seperated. He looked at me, his beautifully green eyes
staring straight into mine:

"How far do you want me to go, Ilse? I prefer discussing it now, so that
we can concentrate on everything below that limit, and don't have to 
spoil anything ..."

How sweet ... He was so incredible! His voice and his eyes told me that
I could say whatever I wanted: he'd agree with it, and make the best of
it, respecting my choice. Therefor, my answer seemed to surprise him a
little: 

"There are no limits, my darling. I want you to be my first ..."

Silence. And once again his eyes seemed fixed. What was he thinking?

"You're still a virgin?"

"Yep."

"And you want me ... to ... err ... deflower you?"

I didn't answer, as I didn't trust my voice. I simply nodded, and pulled
his head closer again, softly pressing my lips against his', my tongue
intruding his mouth, searching for its opponent ... Searching for its
love-partner!

He gave in for a few moments, then pulled back, and asked whether I was
real sure about what I'd just said. I nodded again, and even succeeded
in answering him with a simple 'Yes'. 

And from then onwards, everything want almost exactly like it was in my
dream: his mouth found mine again, gave my a tender kiss, and then slowly
went down, his wet tongue touching my neck, kissing many spots on it, and
slowly moving down to my tits. His hands were already there, and had 
pulled the neglige up, in order to get access with his tongue. I helped
him by pulling the neglige over my head, and there I was: all his, bare
naked, except for my pussy, which still had my underwear as a cover. 

He spent much time sucking and caressing my tits, and it felt undescribably
great; I was getting hornier every minute now. My nipples were rock-hard,
and his tongue seemed to love teasing them: up and down, from the left to
the right ... It seemed just everywhere! 

Somehow his hands had left my tits, and while his mouth was still playing
with my nipples, I suddenly felt a hand on my crotch, softly rubbing my
pussy through the cotton. Once again I was surprised about my own feelings:
instead of getting afraid or something like that, my hand went down, took
his, and pushed it inside my underwear: I really wanted to feel his hand 
on my steaming pussy! 

The next twenty or thirty minutes several things happened, but I was 
far too high. I can't remember him pulling my underwear down, but I do
know that suddenly his finger had found my clit, and starting rubbing it,
while another finger found my lovehole, and slowly massaged the opening
ring. Some flashes later include his mouth on my belly, and even on my
pussy for a short time! Just the feeling of his warm breath, his mouth
on my clit, already made me come ...

During that session, he must've undressed himself, cause when his mouth
slowly returned to my face, drawing a new line of soft and wet kisses, I
suddenly discovered he was naked as well. I tried to look down, in order to
catch a glimp of his cock, but at the same time his mouth arrived at mine,
and his lips opened mine. Once again we kissed furiously, and my excitement
reached a new height when I felt something hard against my crotch. I thought
I'd happen any moment now, but once again I was wrong: he lifted himself
just a little more, and then said:

"Well ... I'm ready for it. Once again: are you sure you want to continue?"

"Absolutely!"

"And ... Err ... Do we need to take some precautions?"

"Nope. I'm on the pill, so that's no problem, and concerning AIDS: well,
since we're both virgins ..."

"OK. Spread your legs to the max, Ilse."

And so I did. And yes, once again I thought it would happen, and once again
he disappointed me (was he as nervous as I was?). He sank down again, and
put his mouth on mine again. Our kissing session started again.

Suddenly, during the session, I felt a strong pain somewhere down. I couldn't
immidiately figure out where it was or what was happening, but suddenly it
hit me: somehow during the kissing he had inserted his prick, and had 
taken my cherry !!!!!!!

He anticipated very good on my pain; holding himself exactly in position,
not making any move, but neither allowing me to move. The only thing moving
was his tongue, who tried to catch mine, trying to calm me down, forget
about the pain deep down, and concentrate on the pleasure ... It worked 
rather well, cause at the same time I realised that he was doing all this,
the pain already had gone. 

Slowly his started to move his hips. His (huge - so it felt) cock started
pumping in and out of my pussy in a steady rhythm. It was just perfect, and
I felt something burning, deep inside; an incredible orgasm was building,
and it wouldn't take long for me to get there.

And finally it was there: it was just INCREDIBLE! I've never ever had a
climax like that. I'm quite sure the neighbours heared my yelling and
screaming while I came, but I didn't care. And neither did Tom, because
my spasmic moves became too much for him, and with a deep 'YES!', he 
lowered his body in a last hard stroke. I felt something, and I'm quite
sure it was his cum, flooding all through my pussy. Oh damn, it felt so
goooddd ... 


~~~~~~
Hmm ... I've just reread that part, and it seems like there was very little
love in my experience. Wrong! All we did started out from our love for
each other, and there wasn't any doubt involved. It took us about 5 
minutes after that wild climax, before we could speak. Tom was first:

"Ilse ... I really really love you ..."

Yep, and so did I ... It's just incredible. Bye bye virgin Ilse ...

~~~~~~
(to be continued!)