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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM: August Teen Delight (voy, exh, mf, asian)
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August teen delight (m/f, voy, exh)
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jumpinjoe@deja
It was mid-August and my wife and son were away at the in-laws for a
long weekend, allowing me the rare luxury of solitude for three whole
days. It had been years since I had had so much time to myself. I had
been away for business trips and the like, but this was the first time
that I had been able to take a vacation at home, so to speak. Not that
I am at all unhappy with my family life, I love the both of them dearly,
but anyone who has been married for as long as I have, and who has small
children should know how valuable any "me time" can be. And to have
three days of it all at once... well, that is beyond imagination.
My plans for the first evening were pretty mundane. Take a shower after
getting home from work, open an ice cold beer (or three) and sit in
front of the TV, using the remote control to my heart's content. I'm a
fairly easy man to please. I was through step two when I decided that
it was still too damn hot. Anyone who has been in Japan in the summer
time knows how oppressive the heat can get (yes, I live in Japan). The
wife is paranoid about opening windows for fear that someone may be
looking in. While I could care less if someone wanted to look at me
watching TV and drinking beer in my underwear, I could understand her
concerns. Our building was flanked by two 35 storey structures whose
windows all faced ours. A voyeur's dream come true, I suppose. But she
wasn't here so I threw open all the windows in the vain hopes that some
small breeze might manage to work its way into the living room. I had
just opened the bedroom window and was about to head back to my beer
when something caught my eye. The apartment directly across from ours,
but one floor down (all in all, maybe six meters away), had its lights
on. This apartment had lain vacant since we moved in (about four years
ago!) and my wife and I often speculated on why it should be so
unpopular (she was of the opinion that it was haunted. I didn't agree
but couldn't come up with any better explanation...), which is why it
caught my eye. I looked a little closer and found that the all the
windows were now curtained except for one. Apparently they hadn't quite
finished the moving process. As luck would have it the one un-curtained
room apparently belonged to a high school student who was at this very
moment hard at work studying, no doubt for her high school entrance
exam. I wished her good luck and was about to turn away when suddenly
she threw the book she had been poring over down on to the tatami mat
floor and threw her head back in silent frustration. I could genuinely
feel for her. I am a teacher in Japan and am well aware of how
difficult and stressful the exam process is. This is made all the worse
by the nearly universal acknowledgement of how useless most of the
material they have to study is. Apparently she was in need of a break,
which was understandable, but I could not have been more surprised by
the form that the break took. she pushed herself back from the low
table on which she had been working (apparently her desk, if she had
one, had not yet arrived either. she was sitting on a floor chair
(basically a chair without legs, popular in Japan), working on a table
that stood maybe 45 centimeters high), let her legs splay freely and
dropped her right hand to her crotch.
It was a good thing I was not holding my beer at that moment for I
surely would have dropped it. I literally did a double take. There was
no doubt about it, she was masturbating. Of course it made perfect
sense. There are few ways to relieve stress as quickly and completely
as a good masturbation session. If I were a gentleman I suppose I would
have looked away, but alas, I am not. I instead got out the camcorder
and hit zoom and record simultaneously. She popped onto the screen,
larger than life. My initial guess seemed to be correct. She looked
about 17-18 years old, had long browinsh-black hair (dyed, as is the
case with virtually everyone in Japan these days) a cute, if not
beautiful face. Wonderful, soft lips though--parted just enough to see
that her teeth were typically jagged, but at least not discolored. She
was wearing her school uniform still, so there was little to see in the
upper body, but even the uniform could not conceal entirely the swelling
of her breasts which looked to be bigger (by a significant amount) than
my wife's. Not to mention a great deal firmer. Her legs were a pale,
almost paper white. Apparently she eschewed the fad of over-tanning
that is so popular now, or perhaps she simply did not have the time to
go outside and get a tan. Either way I wasn't complaining. While I had
to stereotype and generalize, it is my opinion that Japanese women have
the softest, fairest skin of any other ethnicity that I have
encountered. Of course not all Japanese women have this complexion, but
when they do it seems a terrible waste to ruin it with tanning.
Anyway, I'm spending a lot more time describing these details than I
actually did looking at them. As you might imagine my gaze, and the
camera's focus shifted to her crotch almost immediately. The motion of
her hand had pulled the hem of her skirt up to reveal very unexciting
white, cotton panties. She was slowly rubbing her hand over the
panties, running the length of her slit. Her eyes were now completely
closed and her breathing seemed to pick up. Zooming in on her crotch
again I could see that her panties were actually getting worked into the
slit itself, making for a clear outline of what lay beneath. Stray
pubic hairs emerged from the sides of the panties, where they had been
pulled tight by her motions. I could see the moisture staining her
panties and they began to adhere to her pussy. Apparently she sensed
the same thing and, perhaps not wanting to stain them, looked quickly at
the door to her room and then, sitting up a little, reached under her
skirt with both hands and slid them off over her feet. If only she
would toss them to me! I was excited before, but this had me going out
of her mind. free of panties now she spread her legs even further, ran
her fingers slowly, playfully the length of her pussy. Her pubic hair
was sparse enough to allow me a perfect view of her pink cunt. Her
index finger slipped into her pussy down to her knuckles, pumped a
couple of times and then moved up to her clitoris, where she began
rubbing vigorously in circular motions. She was really not wasting any
time. Apparently she wanted an orgasm and she wanted it now. Her left
hand reached across her chest and latched onto her right tight which she
squeezed mercilessly. She was panting now, and sweating profusely
(while I would normally find this repulsive, here it served only to
excite me further). She undid a couple of buttons and let her blouse
fall open over her chest. She pushed her hand into her bra (her tits
were indeed quite respectable in size, enough to put my wife to shame)
and with her index finger and thumb started working on her nipple--now
rubbing, now twisting (but gently) now pulling--as the motion of her
right hand sped up dramatically. No longer content with clitoral
stimulation she had worked two fingers into her pussy and had begun
pumping for all she was worth while I was fixated on her breasts. She
must have been pretty close for she leaned back in her floor-chair and
dropped her left hand to her crotch as well. She used her left hand to
pull her pussy wide so she could work another finger into her cunt.
Pumping away furiously with her right hand, she dropped her left hand to
her ass where she started to work her thumb into her anus. This was
simply too much! I didn't know where or how I would hide this
videotape, but it was something I would never part with! Her thumb
implanted in her ass up to her knuckle she hit her orgasm. With an
enormous shudder, she thrust her crotch down on both of her hands,
driving them both deeper within her, and threw back her head, her mouth
gaping in an ecstatic, silent cry. She stayed like this, not moving a
muscle, for maybe 15 seconds when finally her body loosened and started
to relax. Slowly she removed her fingers and thumb from her various
orifices, letting them slide out, shuddering as they came free of their
temporary homes. Her right hand actually glistened in the light of her
room, I could feel the drool start to form in the back of my mouth.
What I wouldn't have given to be able to lick them clean for her! Her
thumb came out with the predictable detritus--it was a yellowish brown
and she was not at all happy about this. She reached over for some
tissues to clean herself when I was suddenly had an idea.
The idea had hardly registered in my brain before my body started to
carry it out. There was no individual will involved (or if there was, it
was so in accord with the idea that it did not slow me down). Without
thinking about any of the consequences of what I was doing, I placed the
camcorder on the floor and reaching up, pulled the chain for the ceiling
light, letting it snap back with a deliberately loud "Chik!" She froze.
It was almost pitiful, like a deer caught in headlights she swiveled her
head up to the source of the sound and with wide, brown eyes stared at
me, standing there and looking down on her only a few meters away.
Then, still without moving to cover herself, without picking up the
tissues she had been reaching for, her eyes slid down from my face and
settled on my crotch. That was when I remembered that I was clad only
in a pair of boxers. If that wasn't bad enough my cock, painfully hard
and dripping like a leaky faucet from the performance I had been
priviledged enough to witness, was jutting out and swaying freely in the
open breeze. Her eyes grew wider and her jaw dropped a little. Still
she didn't move, her legs still splayed, her pussy still exposed, her
right nipple peaking out from her bra. She was completely entranced, as
if hypnotized, by my cock. This was more than I could bear. One good
turn, I reasoned, deserved another. Without further delay I reached
down and gripped my cock, working the precum that had been leaking non-
stop for the past ten minutes up and down the length of my cock, and I
started pumping. Slowly at first. Her eyes did not move. I don't even
think she blinked. This must be her first "live" cock, I thought. The
danger of what I was doing was slowly beginning to work its way into my
conscious mind, but no sooner had it announced its presence than she
drove it away, forcefully. Not taking her eyes off my cock she settled
back into her chair, which she shifted slightly in order to give me the
best possible view. Slack-jawed, she brought her right hand back to her
pussy and started masturbating again. Her left had worked at the
remaining buttons of her blouse and, opening it completely, she quickly
rid herself of the bra, exposing her rich, firm breasts to my eyes,
which were drinking them in as fiercely as she was drinking in my cock.
Of course I could not keep this up much longer--it was nothing short of
miraculous that I had managed to last this long. With a deep-throated
grunt I exploded, shooting cum in short jets out the window (poor
pedestrians). I was aiming, of course, for her window. However strong
the orgasm might be, however, it wasn't possible for me to bridge the
gap between us. She seemed to appreciate the effort though and, at the
first burst of my cum she leaned forward, mouth open and hands working
furiously on her pussy and anus (apparently that was her favored
technique). Not long after I came she came again and now thoroughly
exhausted (i thought) fell back in her chair, her clothing in total
disarray, her hair matted to her head with sweat and her chest rising
and falling rapidly as a result of her exertion. With a very content
sigh I began to clean myself up, reaching for a box of tissues when
suddenly she stood up and starting shaking her head vigorously from left
to right. Not understanding what she wanted to communicate I simply
stood there, tissues in my right hand while semen dripped from my cock
to the floor. She reached over to her desk and quickly grabbed a
notepad and magic marker. Thinking for a few seconds she started
writing and, having finished, turned the pad around so I could see it.
"WHAT ROOM?"
I held up the fingers of my left hand in rapid succession. 1, 2, 0, 2.
She turned the pad around again and scribbled again,
"1202?"
I nodded yes. I nodded very vigorously!
She held up her hand, bidding me to wait (in much the same manner as one
would tell a dog to wait, I thought. But then I thought, I woudn't have
any problems with being her dog...). She grabbed the tissues from her
box, glancing this way to make sure that I wasn't going to do anything
with mine, and quickly started putting herself in order. Wiping her
fingers, wiping the sweat from her face, buttoning up her blouse (but
forgetting (?) her bra), smoothing her skirt (forgetting (?) her
panties) and throwing some books, apparently chosen at random, into her
book bag along with the pad with my room number on it. She paused by
the door of her room again, and with a smile that made my heart grow
warm and my cock stiffen, bade me to wait just a little bit, she turned
off the light and went out.
What excuse she could have given her parents I had no idea, but four
minutes later she was buzzing me from downstairs.
to be continued if there is sufficient interest (on the part of the
readers) and sufficient time (on my part).
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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