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Coyote Chronicles: They Peeked at Me First - part one (voy, MF, MFF)
Part 1 of 3 parts
This is a sexually explicit (dirty) story so act accordingly. Comments about
the story are welcome. You can post comments to the newsgroup where you
found this story.
Or email comments to coyote@dodgeit.com
Copyrighted Oct 2005
This story is based on fact; it took place in the summer of 1970. A friend
talked me into writing this story, he said if I didn't write the story about
my experience then the story would never be told. This is my contribution to
history.
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Chapter 1: A Room with a View
I had tolerated almost five years of an unhappy marriage before I ultimately
couldn't stand it any longer. My reasons for finally giving up on my
marriage were simple. My wife and I discovered that we had basic
philosophical differences. I'm a pretty easygoing guy and she's a bitch.
So I packed my shit and moved out. My new dwelling was a low rent furnished
apartment, in a house built in the 1920s. I moved in to an apartment on the
converted second floor at the end of a long hallway.
My new apartment only had two rooms, a kitchen, and a living room. The
living room also doubled as a bedroom. All you had to do was just lower the
bed that folded up behind a set of double wide closet doors, and poof,
magically it turned into a bedroom.
The only drawback to my new digs was the shared bathroom arrangement. All
three apartments on the second floor had to share the one and only bathroom
on that floor. Yeah, it was cheap but it was within my budget.
I unpacked the pots & pans and other items that I took with me, putting them
away in the cabinets in the kitchen. I also rearranged a few of the
furnished items in the kitchen more to my liking.
One of the items I relocated was a cloth potholder that was hanging on a
nail above the kitchen sink. I thought that was an odd location for a
potholder. You would think that the person that lived here before me would
have had enough sense to known that a potholder should be hanging over by
the stove where you would need it.
So I tossed the potholder over by the stove, where it belonged, and when I
turned back to the sink area is when I noticed the hole in the wall. The
potholder had been covering a large hole in the plaster wall.
Oops, some fool had put a hole in the kitchen wall. They'll screw me on this
one. The building manager will blame me for the hole. The hole would be my
responsibility and they'll take the repair cost out of my security deposit.
So what I needed to do was get the manager up to my apartment to verify that
the hole was there before I moved in.
On closer examination of the hole there seemed to be something strange about
it. It wasn't an ordinary nail hole. The hole was kind of big, about twice
the diameter of a pencil or maybe even a little bit bigger.
The second thing that struck me as odd about the hole was that I could see
light shining through the hole from the other side of the wall. The kitchen
wall in my apartment was on the opposite side of the wall from the shared
bathroom, which obviously meant the light was coming from the bathroom.
When I leaned over the sink and looked through the hole, I could see almost
the entire bathroom. Ah, ha.
The bathtub in the bathroom was located just on the other side of the wall
from my kitchen sink. Looking downward, I could see the tub, and across the
room, I could see the medicine cabinet, sink and toilet bowl. I retrieved
the potholder and hung it back in its original place on its little nail.
I was planning on taking a shower anyway so I grabbed my toilet articles and
went to investigate the bathroom. It was quite large for a bathroom. At
least 15 feet by 20 feet, someone had added plumbing and had converted a
large bedroom on the second floor into a full bathroom.
It took me awhile to locate the right hole. It was not all that obvious. The
peephole was plainly visible yet camouflaged by its simplicity. There were
several holes in the wall to choose from.
At first glance, it looked like someone had mounted a towel rack in several
different locations before they were happy with where they finally left it.
But it was very poor workmanship because instead of unscrewing the screws
they ripped the towel rack, screws and all, off the wall a couple of times,
leaving large holes in the plaster.
All the holes went through the bathroom wall but only one of the holes
penetrated my kitchen wall also. The other holes around the towel rack were
actually duplicitous holes. Someone in fact, had put several holes in the
bathroom wall just to disguise the true purpose of the one hole.
The actual peephole was between the bathtub and the full-length mirror. It
was in a location that even a towel hanging on the rack would not obstruct
the view from my kitchen. And when the cloth potholder was hanging on its
little nail by the kitchen sink, covering the hole on my side of the wall,
no light would be visible through the hole.
A very devious mind had done this dastardly deed. And I figured if someone
had gone to all this trouble to disguise a peephole, then they must have had
someone in particular that they wanted to spy on.
"Hmm, this might be interesting", I thought to myself.
After I check out which of my neighbors inspired the peephole, then I'll
decide if I will tell the apartment manager about the hole I found in my
wall.
I took a leisurely shower. I dried off and then spent a few minutes posing
naked in front of the full-length mirror.
I'm twenty-six years old, 5'10", and 165 pounds. Karate and manual labor
keeps me in pretty good shape. Strong arms, flat stomach, no flab, tight
buns, built like a swimmer. A side view was naturally more impressive when
sporting a hardon. Unprovoked hardons were a constant reminder that I hadn't
had any pussy in a long time.
I concluded that without clothes I actually looked pretty good. Some women
say I'm attractive but I'm not sure I believe that. The several minutes of
profiling in the mirror eased my conscience and boosted my self-esteem. Now
all I had to do was get back into the dating scene.
I returned to my new apartment to finish unpacking. It doesn't take a person
too long to unpack when you can move all your possessions in the back seat
and trunk of a two-door car.
After a couple of hours, well maybe not hours, of strenuous unpacking and
settling in, I was tired. The stress and anxiety of finally getting my butt
in gear and actually, physically leaving my marriage behind had caught up to
me. I crashed on the couch and fell asleep with the radio playing softly.
Sometime later, I woke up suddenly, disorientated. It was almost completely
dark in my apartment, I had fallen asleep without turning on any lights, and
the sun had set. I got to my feet and stumbled in the direction of the
kitchen.
An unfamiliar sound had jolted me awake. I held on to the kitchen stove to
get my bearings and figure out where I was and what had interrupted my nap.
Oh yes, strange apartment. Well that cleared up my disorientation; I now
knew where I was.
Now, what in hell woke me up? The sound I could hear was water surging
through a pipe. The sound was loud and it sounded very close! I felt around
on the wall until I found the light switch and turned on the kitchen light.
I checked the sink for the running water. That was not it. I opened the
cabinet under the sink expecting to see water gushing everywhere from a
broken pipe or something, nope. However, I could still hear surging water. I
finally figured it out, water was surging through the pipes but it wasn't my
kitchen faucet pipes, it was the pipes on the other side of the wall.
Then it dawned on me that someone was filling the bathtub. The noise had
scared me just a little. Except for my radio playing softly, the only other
sound was that of the running water.
Whoa, someone is running water in the bathtub! I debated with myself briefly
about whether or not to become a voyeur. My curiosity to find out why
someone had put the peephole in the wall and to see what one of my neighbors
looked like won out. I just had to test the hole in the kitchen wall. Yea,
that's it, it's just a test; it's just a friendly neighborhood peeping tom
test.
I went to the living room and turned on a little lamp that had a very small
20-watt red bulb in it. The little red party light gave off sufficient light
once your eyes got accustomed to it. At home, my former home that is, I
would leave the light on all the time, and it was especially helpful if you
came home after dark.
I returned to the kitchen and turned off the kitchen light to be sure that
no light would shine through the hole from my side of the wall. I removed
the potholder from its nail. Leaning over the sink, I put my eye up to the
hole fully expecting to be grossed out by some old over-weight bald dude
standing there naked.
Instead, I got a stunning surprise. The girl I saw through the hole looked
rather young, at least several years younger than I was. She stood about
5'4" and weighted about 150 pounds with beautiful black shoulder length
hair.
The young girl was wearing a bright red blouse and a black skirt. The skirt
looked almost too small for her; it was very tight and very short. She
wasn't wearing shoes or pantyhose; she looked damn sexy standing there
barefoot in that short skirt.
She was one of those young women everybody says would be a knock out if she
weren't fat. She was a little on the chunky side, but very nicely
proportioned from what I could see from my Cyclops point of view of her.
Hurry up girl and get them clothes off, my neck is getting cramped from
looking through this hole. I watched as she monitored the water level,
leisurely unbuttoned, and removed her bright red blouse. Underneath it, she
was wearing a black lace bra. She reached behind her back, unfastened the
bra, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. This girl
had very large breasts; they had to be at least a 'Double D' cup, with big
auroras and protruding nipples. Her tits bounced and swayed without
hindrance before my eyes, she had a nice big chest!
The girl placed her hands under her naked breasts and rubbed the area where
her tight bra had left crease marks on her chest. She then lifted both
breasts with her hands, as if she was checking their weight. They looked
pretty damn heavy to me. I guess she was checking her breasts for lumps but
not being a tit man I really didn't care about the size of her chest. I
wanted to see her drop her skirt and panties.
The girl finished her breast exam and again reached behind her back,
unzipped her short black skirt, and let it drop down her legs to the floor.
Exposing black bikini underwear. The narrowness of the bikini panties
accentuated the width of her hips. She had a relatively flat stomach, a
broad waste line, overall she had a stocky build, but still it was a nice
body!
Instead of pulling her panties down, the girl used the palms of her hands to
roll them down her hips and legs. Her rolled up panties dropped to the
floor. She stepped out of the circle of clothes that the skirt, bra, and
panties made at her feet and with one foot; she kicked them in the direction
of the bathroom door.
The girl stood there totally naked. Her pubic hair was as jet-black as the
hair on her head. She kept it neatly trimmed down to about a two-inch wide
strip of hair, landing strip style. I knew the name of the style even though
I had never actually seen pubic hair trimmed in that fashion before.
The girl painstakingly examined her nude reflection in the full-length
mirror. She looked a lot better profiling her body naked in that full-length
mirror then I had. Her and I both admired her physique, as she slowly struck
various modeling poses as she checked herself out from varying angles. Nice
show!
The girl had exceptionally fine legs, nicely rounded and thick muscular
thighs with heavy calves. I personally liked the fact that the girl
possessed a very prominent and protruding derriere and it appeared to be
very firm. I like a girl that's got 'junk in the trunk'. An unflattering
descriptive term to say the least. I use it to describe a well-defined
derriere, not necessarily in the vein of a large derriere. If you like a
full-bodied woman then this girl scored an eight on the scale of ten.
My luck had finally turned around. On my very first night in my new
apartment, I get to see a stark naked girl. A very well built young girl
doing a slow but a rather unexciting strip tease.
I don't know any man that would pass up a chance to look at a naked woman. A
man would look at any naked woman, well almost any naked woman. Right now, I
had an excellent view of a naked and very attractive teen-age girl.
Mental note: memo to Scheduling Department:
You guys just gotta put this stop on the tour. You can call it 'The Study of
Homo Sapiens'. Observing the female of the species in their natural
habitat - the bathroom.
The young woman took a couple of steps closer to the bathtub and turned off
the water that was filling the tub. She balanced herself on one leg as she
lifted her other leg and swung her foot over the edge of the bathtub and
dipped it into the water.
The position the girl was standing in, balanced on one foot with one leg
raised in such a fashion gave me a particularly good view. I could actually
see her pale pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs.
The temperature of the bath water must have passed her foot test. The girl's
heavy breasts swayed ponderously as she bent over and supported her balance
by holding on to the edge of the tub as she climbed in.
Fat, borderline maybe, she will be fat in a few years, or she'll have to
work very hard to keep her bones from getting bigger. A better description
of her right now would be curvaceous, full figured, young and firm. This
attractive teen-ager girl was giving me a hardon.
The girl's impressive body kept my eye glued to the peephole. I watched as
the girl sat down in the tub and stretched out her legs and started soaping
up. I could only partially see her as she sat in the tub; my view was
limited because of the angle. All I could see of the girl was from her waist
downward to her toes and the soap bubbles in the water obscured most of that
from my view.
In a few short minutes, she had finished washing her body, stood up in the
tub, and used the removable showerhead to rinse off quickly. The water from
the hand held showerhead cascaded the soapy film from her body. Grabbing a
towel off the rack that I was peeping under, she used it to dry off. Patting
the towel all over her upper body and sliding it back and forth across her
back.
That's when I noticed a supplementary peephole effect. I could see the girl'
s reflection in the mirror above the sink. The sink was on the opposite side
of the room. And, part of the reflection in the mirror above the sink also
included a reflection of the full-length mirror.
The full-length mirror was on my peephole side of the room along side the
bathtub. The full-length mirror in turn gave another reflected view of the
mirror above the sink, which again reflected the full-length mirror.
It was not by accident that the peephole was located where it was. It took a
wily and analytical mind to figure out just the right angle and exact
placement of the peephole to achieve this effect.
In the mirror across the room, I could see two reflections of the naked girl
when she stepped out of the tub. One reflection in the mirror above the sink
was a view of the front of the naked girl. The other reflection in the
mirror was a reflection of the full-length mirror, which was a view of her
from the back.
The visual effect was similar to one of those carnival fun houses full of
mirrors. The reflections were a mirror within a mirror within a mirror
effect. The continuous reflections, although diminished by greater distances
and reductions in size, would go on infinitely. There were miniature naked
girls as far as the eye could see. This was like totally awesome.
My admiration for the peephole location went even further, especially when
she turned and faced in my direction. The girl facing me was so close that
if the wall wasn't between us I could've literally reached out and touched
her.
I watched as the girl lifted one foot and placed it up on the edge of the
tub to dry. Patting and rubbing her towel from her foot all the way up her
leg to her pussy.
The viewing angle was spectacular. I could clearly see that her pussy lips,
relaxed by the hot bath water, had elongated and hung at least an inch
downward from between her voluptuous thighs. She had the longest pussy lips
I have ever seen.
The girl finished drying one leg and switched, placing her other foot on the
edge of the tub and started drying that leg. It afforded me a perfect view
of the roundness of her ass. The mirrors also reflected the views oh so many
times. My dick was extremely hard now.
The girl finished toweling off her body, turned her back to my peephole, and
walked across the room to the sink. I couldn't take my eyes off the cheeks
of the girl's ass as they rubbed against each other as she walked.
Facing the medicine cabinet mirror the girl started brushing her black hair.
I could see the reflection of her face clearly in the mirror. She was
good-looking, not gorgeous but she was attractive.
The girl appeared to me to be quite young, only about fifteen or sixteen
years old. This would make her underage, a minor. Maybe she was too young,
to legally have sex with, but just that fact alone was not going to make me
stop watching her. Gotta remember the statuary laws, don't touch, sixteen
will get you twenty.
The naked girl finished brushing her hair and stood there for a few moments
looking pensively at her own reflection in the mirror. She was stocky built
with a tight looking body and strong thighs. The way she was standing with
her back towards me gave me a clear view of her naked ass. I started
fantasizing about how erotic it would be to just nibble a little bit on her
exquisite butt.
The young girl put the hairbrush down and took a couple of steps backwards,
moving back away from the sink. The naked girl slowly stretched her arms
over her head, reaching for the ceiling and then bending over from the
waist, she touched her toes.
I almost creamed in my jeans. I had just died and gone to derriere heaven. I
am an ass man and I would have to rate her butt as almost perfect. Just a
little bit on the large side but, firm and very shapely. I wanted to give
her a wedgie and I wanted to use my face to give her that wedgie!
The girl had a tight looking little brown puckered anus. It stared back at
me from between the cheeks of her almost perfectly sculptured ass. I caught
a glimpse of her pale colored pussy lips peeking out from between her
athletic thighs. Her stance, in that bent over position, pointing that
outstanding ass in my direction was intensely arousing.
I unbuckled and unzipping my pants letting them drop down to my ankles. I
pushed my underpants down, releasing 'the monster'. 'The monster' is the
nickname my soon-to-be ex-wife gave my dick.
My hard cock pointed upwards, quivering like a needle on a compass. Grabbing
the shaft of the monster with my hand, I slowly started stroking it. I had
never been a peeping tom before tonight but, I could see why some people
liked to do it, this was very erotic.
The girl repositioned her feet, moving them further apart, spreading her
legs wider. Still bending forward at the waist, she wrapped the fingers of
both hands around her left ankle, pulling her body in closer and tighter
toward her leg. Stretching the muscles in the backs of her generous thighs
and calves.
The naked girl held that stretching position for a few moments and then
swung her hands and torso over to her right ankle and repeated the
stretching technique. The girl exercised for several minutes, alternating
between one leg and the other leg repeatedly, much to my voyeuristic
pleasure. The naked girl's hair swiped across the floor as she swung back
and forth. If her breasts were any larger, they too would have swiped across
the floor.
I stroked my dick a little faster. I had a tremendous view of her ass cheeks
rubbing up and down against each other. I had not experienced anal sex yet;
no willing partner so far, but it was one of my fondest fantasies.
The picture that flashed in my mind was of me standing behind her with my
dick nestled snuggly between the tight cheeks of her ass as she swayed back
and forth doing this exercise. The head of my dick firmly pressed against
her asshole as the cheeks of her ass trapped and rubbed my dick. And of
course, in my fantasy she was begging me to ravish her.
The girl eventually stopped her stretching exercises, turned around and sat
down on the toilet seat lid. She reached into a little red basket and
rummaged around in it until she found what she was looking for.
The girl leaned back against the toilet tank, brought one foot up to rest on
the other knee, and started applying toe nail polish. The view between her
legs was extraordinarily stimulating. Crossing her legs in that fashion
accentuated the chunkiness of her thighs.
Viewing the swelling curvature of her ass cheeks between her thighs caused a
tingling sensation to start building up in my testicles. Her cheeks and the
crack of her ass were exceptionally enticing probably more so just by the
fact that her treasures were more exotically hidden than exposed.
The girl finished painting her toenails and put the polish back into the
basket. To my utter delight, she then proceeded to give herself a vaginal
examination. I've never before observed a woman doing this.
While still seated on the toilet lid seat she stretched her legs straight
out and spread her knees very wide. She studied her reflection in the
full-length mirror for a moment as she reached down with both hands and
spread her pussy lips wide open. I fantasized that she spread her legs just
to give me a better view.
The girl lowered her head and did a closer visual examination. Spreading
first the outer lips, she appeared to scrutinize them very closely. She
spread her inner pussy lips and examined them as well. Even looked around
the clitoris area and actually spread her vaginal opening.
At the distance I was viewing from, I couldn't actually see a great deal of
detail. But I sure saw a lot of pink as she spread her vagina out of shape
during her intimate self-examination.
This was all I could stand. The familiar tremor started rumbling deep in my
balls, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. The sensation started picking up
speed as it moved powerfully up the shaft of my dick. My hand was just a
blur of motion as I stroked my dick at a high rate of speed. My thigh
muscles went taut, my ass tensed and my vision tunneled. My orgasm felt as
if it was splitting the head of my prick wide open as my sperm rocketed out.
I moaned loudly as wave after wave of sperm spit out of 'the monster'. Each
successive eruption caused my knees to weaken more and more until my knees
almost buckled. With my pants down around my ankles I nearly fell over,
luckily for me, I was leaning against the sink.
Quite some time had passed since the last time the monster did any spitting.
My wife and I had not shared a bed for a long time. I'm so damn horny that I
had a hair trigger. The proof was that it hadn't taken me all that many
strokes to squirt my seed while watching this naked teenage girl.
Mental note: memo to Awards Department:
Send the tantalizing teenager a dozen long stem roses in recognition of the
sexual relieve that she unknowingly provided. Wait a minute; wouldn't that
lead to an explanation concerning the hole in the wall. Never mind. Forget
it. Cancel memo.
I had made a terrible mess. Cum was dripping down the cabinet door that was
under the kitchen sink. Nice shot, idiot. I grabbed a hand towel and stuck
it under the faucet. I absentmindedly turned on the water in the sink,
wetting the hand towel to wipe down the cabinet door.
I failed to take into consider that if I could hear the water running on the
bathroom side of the wall then the girl could probably hear the water
running on my side of the thin wall. Quickly I realized that I had probably
made a mistake! Isn't there a rule somewhere that says peeping toms are
supposed to be quiet.
I looked through the hole again. The young woman was still sitting on the
toilet seat lid, but she had lifted her head up and was looking directly at
me! She was actually peering intently through squinted eyes directly toward
the hole. Her look had the effect of making me feel as if the wall had
disappeared. I felt like she could see me as clearly as if I were standing
behind a plate glass window. What a sight I would present, standing there
with my dick drooping, I had a wet towel in my hands and my pants was down
around my ankles.
Instantly a wave of guilt and fear washed over me. A scary picture flashed
in my mind. The tickler for the lead off story on the evening news on
television popped in my head.
'Man caught peeping at under-age girl within hours of moving to new
apartment, more on the peeping tom's arrest right after these messages'.
I panicked and started making more noise in an attempt to disguise my
original mistake. I opened the cabinet below the sink and picked up a pot
and actually dropped it from the height of a couple of inches and rattled
some other pots around. Trying to make sounds like I was cooking or
something, I do not know what the hell I was doing.
I put my eye up to the hole again. The naked girly show had ended. The girl
stood up and grabbed a thin white Terri-cloth bathrobe. She put the robe on
and wrapped it tightly around her waist, tied the belt in a loose knot and
turned away from me, facing the sink. She stood there for a few moments
looking at her reflection in the mirror. I was unable to interpret the look
on her face.
The girl gathered up her toilet articles and put them in a little basket,
cinched the bathrobe a little tighter and left the bathroom. I stopped
rattling the pots around and listened intently. If the girl had knocked on
my door I would've died of a heart attack on the spot. I could hear the
boards squeaking in the hallway floor as she walked to her apartment.
After my heart finally stopped it's rampant pounding and I could think
straight, I figured that the sexy teenager probably didn't know about the
hole in the wall. When she was staring at the wall that the peephole was in
it was probably just a reaction to the noise I had made.
I finished wetting the towel and wiped down the cabinet door. I rinsed the
towel out in the sink and in so doing, I realized that I had just washed the
extent of my current sex life down the drain.
Maybe my sperm had screamed as it splattered on the cabinet door. Who knows,
the girl may have heard my sperm screaming. Screaming in agony at the
injustice. The injustice of being destroyed. Wasted, without even getting a
swimming chance at life, without a chance to impregnate. Even a one in a
billion chance to fertilize a female's eggs is good odds when compared to
ending up on a cabinet door. Yeah, that's it, screaming sperm.
Mental note: memo to Human Resources Department:
Immediate action requested. Our sperm are not happy. They object very
strongly to being man handled. And, they are not too happy with the location
where we choose to leave our indiscreet deposit.
I have attempted to assure my sperm that this is only a temporary situation.
I have further guaranteed the sperm that I will immediately go on the prowl
for more acceptable and willing deposit locations. Preferably a depository
that has an ass that is just as fine as the naked ass I just observed in the
bathroom.
Chapter 2: The Visitors
I had to work two jobs to make enough money to make ends meet. My day job,
my career at this time, was working for a regional airline. My hours were
from seven in the morning to three thirty in the afternoon.
My new second job's hours were from five in the afternoon until one in the
morning. My second job was as a security guard, complete with uniform,
Smokey the bear hat, badge and gun.
I worked these two jobs for about six months. I had to finish paying off the
loan on my car. After I paid my car off I immediately quit the security
guard job before working sixteen hours a day killed me.
Because I had to work so many hours a day at that time, I wasn't home a lot
the first several weeks. The days off I had with these two jobs didn't
coincide at first. It took about a month before I could make arrangements so
that I at least had a single day off, the same day off from both jobs each
week. On that one day off I had to do my shopping, my laundry and try to
catch up on sleep.
I only saw my neighbors occasionally during the first two or three months.
Only fleeting glimpses of my new neighbors, in or out of the bathroom.
Nobody ever occupied apartment "A" while I lived there.
In apartment "B" on the opposite side of the bathroom from me, lived a woman
named Beth and her teenage daughter, Mary. Mary had one fine derriere and I
knew that for a fact. I knew that because I had seen Mary's naked ass
reflected in mirrors out to infinity and in my sexual fantasies.
Normally my routine was that I would arrive home from working my first job
about four in the afternoon. I would take a quick shower, put on my Smokey
the bear uniform, and rush to my second job.
Quite often it seemed, that my timing was almost perfect. I would arrive
home just in time to see Mary in the hallway, wearing her white robe.
Coincidentally she always seemed to be coming out of the bathroom about the
same time each day as I went to my apartment. I figured she must have gotten
home about thirty minutes or so before I did.
There was more than one memorable occasion of our passing in the hallway. I
really liked her thin Terri-cloth bathrobe. I saw flashes of skin several
times, as her robe would swirl open as she walked by and give me a
tantalizing peek at what was underneath.
This particular afternoon was the best show to date. I came walking up the
back stairway from the outside rear entrance as usual and just as my head
got to the level of the floor; Mary stepped out of the bathroom into the
hallway. She actually stepped into the hallway this time without tying her
robe closed at all.
I observed from floor level as Mary leaned back in through the bathroom
doorway and pulled the door closed behind her. As she stood on one leg and
reached for the doorknob she lifted her other leg, pointing it straight out
sideways to maintain her balance. Her robe was hanging open and it swirled
open even more as she closed the door. The open robe gave me an outstanding
view of her charms. Straight down the middle, a clear, albeit quick, view. I
saw one completely exposed breast and her short-cropped bush between creamy
thighs. When she saw me, she spun around, turning her back to me, and
quickly closed her robe.
I don't believe that she knew that I had observed her wardrobe malfunction.
As we passed each other in the hallway, she looked me straight in the eye,
without appearing to be embarrassed in any way, and gave me one of her
majestic smiles. By the time, I unlocked my apartment door and walked
inside, I was already starting to get a hardon. That was the closest I had
actually gotten to a real live girl's pussy in months.
That same night just happened to be a night I didn't have to go and play
security guard and I had the whole next day off too. Figuring that no one
else was going to need the bathroom for a while, I decide to take a long hot
bath rather than my usual quick shower.
I gathered the necessary toilet articles, went to the bathroom, and locked
the door behind me. I was working 'ramp rat' shifts at the airport at that
time. Busting bags and breaking freight as we called it. Airline work had a
tendency to make your muscles sore, what do people put in those bags. I also
had several rather large bruises on my legs, occupational hazard.
I enjoyed the luxury of a long and extremely hot bath, soaking my battered
and bruised body. By the time I got out of the bath, I looked and felt like
a cooked lobster. The large glass of red wine I drank while relaxing in the
hot bath went straight to my head. I almost had to crawl out of the bathtub.
The effect of the hot bath and the wine had hit me harder than I had
anticipated.
When I climbed out of the tub I was a little lightheaded and slightly dizzy.
As I was standing there dripping water on the floor, I tried to hold on to
the tub for balance and failed. Both feet slipped out from under me at the
same time on the wet floor and I fell flat on my ass with a resounding thud.
Cracking my tailbone solidly on the floor. Pain shot through my brain, my
ass, and my legs.
Sitting naked on the bathroom floor in a puddle of water, I took a quick
inventory. My head was pounding, my ass hurt and my legs were numb. I
decided that the best thing for me to do was to do nothing.
As I sat on the floor I recalled what happened the last time I had cracked
my ass this hard. Working on a snow covered ramp at the airport just last
winter. I remember it as the 'Pain Flight from Hell'.
It all started as I was walking across an ice-covered ramp from the gate,
carrying two gate-checked bags. As I stepped across the tow bar that was
connected between the aircraft and the airplane pusher, I slipped on the
ice. The kinetic energy effect, because of the added weight of the bags I
was carrying, was about the same as taking a running slide on ice and
hitting the tow bar with my shin.
My right shin smacked solidly into the tow bar. I fell over the tow bar and
landed on my face in the snow and ice. I don't know how long I sat on the
tow bar cursing, wiping snow off my face, and rubbing my shin. That's going
to leave a big fucking mark.
I ultimately picked up the two bags and limped painfully to the beltloader
that was located at the front cargo pit. I placed the two bags on the belt
and the guy sitting in the cargo pit at the opposite end of the beltloader
pushed the control button on the beltloader. Instead of sending the bags up
the belt to the cargo pit, he hit the wrong button and reversed the belt.
One bag fell off the beltloader and land on the top of my right foot. My
foot felt crushed. I picked up the bag, put it back on the belt, and limped
away toward the rear pit as I cussed. I only took about two or three more
steps.
The guy doing the under-the-wing-fueling of the aircraft had just finished.
He picked up his heavy metal footstool, swung it around without looking and
one of the legs of the stool hit me square in the right thigh. Instantly
corking my thigh muscle, I received a bruise that was about twice the size
of a baseball.
He apologized; I cursed and took a couple more pain-filled steps. I stepped
on one of the metal drainage grates on the ramp. The grating was slick with
Jet-A fuel, both feet slipped out from under me, and I fell flat on my ass.
Cracking my tailbone. I refused everybody's help and sat on the ground in
the ice and snow until the pain subsided enough that I could stand up on my
own.
For reasons of self-preservation, I decided I wasn't working that flight
anymore. I limped slowly and carefully over to the maintenance office,
watched through a window, and supervised the flight from there until it
departed.
Now I sat naked on the bathroom floor with my ass throbbing just as
painfully as that day. Remembering helped to make up my mind. I looked down
at my crotch, my dick and balls were resting peacefully and undamaged on the
floor, and made them a promise. For safety's sake, the monster, his two pals
that always hang with him and I are staying home tonight.
As I sat on the floor waiting for the pain to subside, I rested my pounding
head against the wall. It was very quite in the bathroom if you just sat
there. I could hear the traffic passing by outside. I could also hear voices
in my head.
It was a woman's voice so I knew then that the voice wasn't actually coming
from within my head. Psychiatrists claim that the mind cannot create a woman
's voice in your head. A woman's voice is too melodious for the mind to
create so it can only create male voices. All those crazy people that hear
voices only hear male voices.
Actually, all I could hear was one woman's voice. It was somewhat muffled
and it sounded like it was coming from the direction of the opposite wall.
The woman was talking on the phone. Naturally, I could only hear one side of
her conversation and only pick up bits and pieces of it.
"You wouldn't believe!"
"Right now!"
"Soooo coooool"
I climbed slowly to my feet. I held on to the tub firmly as I finished
drying myself with the towel. Taking no chances, I sat on the rim of the tub
to dry my feet and legs. I dropped the towel on the floor and slid it around
with my foot, mopping up the spilled water. Satisfied that I could probably
survive the trip, I walked carefully over to the sink on the opposite side
of the bathroom.
The pain subsided in my ass and legs a little. I stood there looking into
the mirror as I combed my hair. Closer to the wall I could hear more of the
one-sided telephone conversation.
"Tonight? You think tonight?"
"You come over and we'll go together ..."
"Ah no - mom will be home soon and I won't be able to then"
"With MOM? Are you kidding me?"
I wrapped the wet towel around my waist, gathered up my toilet articles and
headed for the bathroom door.
"You think so, huh?"
"Okay, I said, OKAY. I can't believe I've let you talk me into doing this."
"I'll call and tell you, I promise."
I made it safely back to my apartment. Due to the summer heat I decided that
the only clothes that I would wear would be an old pair of sweat-pants that
had the legs cut off. The sweat-pants were not for wearing in public. They
were not very attractive. The ugly gray shorts were very loose fitting,
extremely baggy and very comfortable. They were especially comfortable and
airy if you didn't wear any underwear and allowed everything to swing free,
so to speak.
I decided what I was going to do for the rest of the night. I lit a couple
of scented candles to disguise the odor and proceeded to roll a joint. I
also poured another big glass of wine. I propped my feet up, turn on my
small black and white television which had a coat hanger for an antenna and
just relaxed. I actually had the whole night and the next day off from both
jobs to get as drunk and or stoned or whatever as I wanted to. Or so I
thought.
There was a knock on my door about an hour or so later. I had a good buzz
going and really didn't want to be disturbed. I swayed a little unsteadily
as I walk over to answer the door. My ass still hurt a little from my
bathroom fall and I assured myself that was the reason I staggered a little.
I assumed that the only person that could be knocking on my door was
somebody I didn't want to see. Figuring it was my soon-to-be ex-wife
dropping by to give me some crap about something or other. I wasn't in the
mood to deal with her bullshit.
To my surprise it was my new neighbors Beth and Mary. They had brought with
them a platter of assorted cheeses and crackers as a belated welcoming gift.
I fortunately had plenty of wine on hand that I could contribute to the
impromptu party.
I invited my neighbors inside and motioned them both toward the couch to sit
while I quickly put on a tee shirt. I debated with myself about changing my
shorts but decided against it.
Beth chose to sit on the left-hand portion of the couch and Mary sat in an
easy chair on the opposite side of the coffee table across from the couch.
Leaving me only one place to sit. I had to sit on the couch next to Beth.
However, the seating arraignment was just fine by me because it did afford
me an excellent view of Mary's gorgeous legs.
The three of us drank wine, munched on cheese and crackers, and chatted for
a couple of hours just getting to know each other. I tried to act as if I
wasn't stoned but I'm not sure that young Mary bought my act. She gave me a
look a couple of times that I interrupted as one of those 'you are stoned,
aren't you' looks. Stoners seem to be able to recognize each other. I didn't
care, I knew I would fire up another joint as soon as they left.
Beth, the mother was about 50 years old and had recently retired on
disability from the postal service. Beth talked incessantly. Her mouth went
a mile a minute. She volunteered more information about her life than I ever
cared to know. Hell, nobody could get a word in until Beth stopped talking
long enough to take a breath or a drink of wine.
The daughter, Mary, didn't say a lot in the beginning of the evening. I
learned that Mary had just turned eighteen and recently graduated from high
school. She already has a good paying job as a bank teller. Yeah Beth,
that's nice.
Wait a minute; you said she is eight-teen years old? That was hard to
believe. I guess that makes me a very poor judge of women's ages. I had
assumed that she was about fifteen maybe sixteen years old. She looked that
young to me.
Beth told me that Mary was getting married in a couple of weeks. After Mary
got married, Beth was going to move out of their apartment. She was going to
share a house with a friend of hers to cut her expenses and to keep from
getting lonely. I hoped, for her roommate's sake that her new roommate had a
hearing aid she could turn off.
Mental note: memo to Department of Lists:
Please place Mary's name on the 'don't beat your head against the wall
trying to get in her panties' list. My reasoning behind this is simple. It
is easier to get a married woman into bed than it is to get a woman that is
engaged into bed. The married woman no longer has stars in her eyes.
It's too bad that Mary's name has to go on that list. I would truly love to
get the opportunity to nibble on Mary's nicely rounded ass.
The outfit that Mary was wearing had my full attention. Mary was wearing a
white tee shirt and blue jean shorts. She was barefoot again. Mary had her
shiny black hair bunched on top of her head in a French bun. Black wire
rimmed glasses framed her beautiful blue eyes.
She had that librarian style look that men love. She sported that pompous
prim and proper look that a man considers a challenge. The look that gives
men wet dreams. The look that dares men to get her so hot that she throws
her glasses against the wall, shakes her hair loose, rips the clothes from
your body, and screws your ears off. Yeah, that librarian look that looks
sexy, very sexy.
During the entire evening, I was unable to stop staring at Mary. Her tee
shirt was too damn tight. Her large breasts encased in a sports bra, the
outline of which was clearly visible, put a mighty strain on the fabric of
her tee shirt.
But what really had me mesmerized were her shorts, they were way too damn
short. The legs of Mary's blue jean shorts where cut off so short that two
or three inches of the white lining of the front pockets were sticking out
all the time, drawing attention.
Mary's shorts were so short that when she crossed one leg over the other I
could see about an inch of her brightly colored blue panties. But even
better than that was that I could see a couple of inches of her magnificent
ass cheeks sticking out of those panties.
Mary's partially exposed butt cheek drew my eyes to it like a magnet. I
wanted to get on my hands and knees, crawl over to her, and nibble. I wanted
to nibble teasingly on her rounded thighs. And especially, whichever ass
cheek she chose to exposed at that time.
There is a gigantic difference between staring at someone and just looking
at someone. Mary caught me staring. She caught me staring several times. She
watched me as my eyes roamed all over her legs and exposed ass cheek. Each
time she caught me staring I would notice that she had an amused twinkle in
her eyes.
And, the most intriguing thing was that when she caught me staring, she did
nothing about it. Surprisingly she didn't act all lady like and try to cover
up or hide in any way what I was seeing. Instead, I got the distinct
impression that she didn't have any objections whatever about me checking
out her legs and ass.
At first, I thought that the alcohol had caused me to jump to a wrong
conclusion. Nevertheless, as the night progressed I confirmed my original
opinion.
Especially when I thought for sure that she had purposely changed her
sitting position a couple of times. I'd swear she did it to give me a better
view. She would roll her weight to one side, up on one hip, which gave me a
much better view of her ass and exposed ass cheeks and blue panties.
But more surprising then that was the several times that I caught Mary
clearly and quite unmistakably trying to get a look up my loose fitting
shorts. I may have inadvertently flashed her when I crossed my legs.
Trying to get a stump shot, eh girl? I was pleasantly surprised and very
flattered that this sexy teenager wanted to peek up my shorts. And, I
drunkenly figured that it was only fair. After all, I've already seen her
naked once in the bathroom, and I got a quick flash of her charms just this
afternoon, and right now I was trying to look up her shorts.
So, in my half-inebriated condition, I decided that at the very least, I
owed Mary a peek or two in return. If Mary wanted to see what my shorts
covered up it was okay by me. I made up my mind to make every effort to help
her.
At the airport, when I wasn't busting my ass because we had a flight on the
ground I was indulging in every man's favorite pastime. I was watching
women.
In my observations I've seen just how women check out just how much leg they
are showing and how far someone can see up their dress.
I've watched on several occasions, as flight attendants and female customer
service agents turn their back to a full-length mirror and bend over. Just
checking to see if their skirt was so short that they were giving beaver
shots. I've watched as they sat in a chair, crossed, and uncrossed their
legs, swiveling the chair around in front of a mirror, to see how much leg
they were showing.
So I figured I would use the same technique to see how much I was exposing.
I excused myself and headed for the bathroom.
"Try not to fall on your ass this time," Mary cautioned as I opened my door
to exit.
"I hear you, I took a hell of a fall awhile ago."
"You shook the whole building you know, I hope you didn't get hurt."
"Just my pride and my ass."
"I was going to check on you but I was on the phone with a girlfriend and I
didn't hear you screaming so I figure you were okay."
Damn, I knew I should have screamed. I wouldn't have minded if Mary came
running to my rescue. I could've told her that my dick had drowned in the
bathtub. She would have to resuscitate it. Yea, do CPR on my dick, five
quick pumps, and blow. Do it until you get all the fluid drained out. I
would have liked that.
I went to the bathroom and checked out my cut off sweat-pants in the
full-length mirror. If my shorts were an inch shorter, the head of my dick
would be hanging out. I sat down on the floor in front of the mirror.
I was pivoting around until I checked out every angle. I practiced exactly
how to expose what I wanted to expose. My exposure would have to appear to
be entirely accidental. And of course, I would be totally unaware of
exposing anything. I was satisfied that I knew the angles of what I could
randomly flash and how much of me Mary would be able to see.
While I was in the bathroom, I heard the floorboards in the hallway squeak
as one of the women left my apartment and went to theirs. Good, maybe Beth
went home.
I figured out real quick that it wasn't Beth that had gone home. I
recognized Mary's voice and overheard part of the conversation as she called
and talking to someone on the telephone.
"I'm going to do it now, yea, I said I WOULD DO IT."
"OH YEA, I think he will. I'll bet you anything he does!"
When I returned to my apartment, Beth was alone, sitting on my couch just as
before. I sat down on the couch next to her and propped my feet up on the
coffee table. Beth continued talking as if I had never left the room.
Beth gave me an update on Mary. She said that Mary had spilled a little wine
on her clothes and had gone home to change.
Beth then continued prattling on with her autobiographical stories without
missing a beat. Beth needed to issue maps with her stories so you could
follow a long without getting lost. Very boring stories, I tuned Beth out.
Well hell, with my luck that means the leg show for tonight was over. I
wouldn't get to see Mary's ass cheeks hanging out of those bright blue
panties anymore. I tried to figure out a way to get Beth to leave so that I
could fire up another joint.
Chapter 3: The Show Starts
Several minutes later Mary walked back into my apartment without bothering
to knock but I didn't mind that at all, especially when I saw what she was
wearing. She was still wearing the same tight tee shirt as before. Mary had
only changed her blue jean shorts.
Mary's new pair of shorts was even more revealing. They were made of the
same type fabric as mine, ugly gray sweat-pants. Her shorts looked just as
comfortable as mine felt. Just like my shorts, her shorts also were very
loose fitting and had oversized openings for the legs.
The main difference was that Mary's shorts were cut off an inch or so
shorter than mine were. She looked a hell of lot better in her shorts than I
would ever look in mine. About an inch of Mary's ass cheeks peeked out from
under her shorts as she walked in to my kitchen.
Mary retrieved the bottle of wine from the kitchen, returned, and topped off
the three wineglasses that were on the coffee table. I couldn't wait to see
how much of her ass she would be displaying when she sat down.
Before Mary sat down in the easy chair she checked it to see if the cushion
was still wet from when she had split some wine. She turned her back to me,
bent over from the waist, and placed her hand on the seat cushion.
Unfortunately I was listening to and looking in the direction of Beth at the
time and only caught a quick flash of white out of the corner of my eye just
as Mary straightened up. Damn, missed the shot.
Mary apparently didn't think the chair was dry enough so she walked back to
the kitchen to get a paper towel. My eyes hypnotically followed her flashing
ass cheeks. Her hips had a marvelous swaying motion when she walked. She
walked with an effortless grace. She seemed to glide instead of walk across
the room.
Mary returned with the paper towel and walked around to the front of the
chair. She turned her back to me and again bent over from the waist and
dabbed at the seat cushion. When she bent over this time, I was definitely
paying attention.
Mary's new shorts rode up very high as she bent over, exposing about half of
her incredible ass to my view. That's when I realized that I could see a
hell of a lot of her ass sticking out but I didn't see her blue panties
anymore.
The reason I couldn't see her panties anymore was quite obvious. Mary was no
longer wearing any panties. Apparently, when she changed her wet shorts she
didn't bother with putting on a new pair of panties. Okay by me!
A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I wasn't wearing any underwear
either. But my reasons were rather simple. I hadn't expected any visitors. I
hadn't turned on my window air conditioning unit either. I couldn't afford
to pay the high electric bill that the unit would create. I had an old
oscillating fan circulating the air in the room instead. A nice breeze came
through the windows but still it was a very warm summer night.
Why wasn't Mary wearing any panties now? Maybe because my apartment was
getting warm? My heart thrilled at the prospect that she had removed her
panties just for my benefit. Yea like that could happen.
When Mary finished dabbing at the wet spot on the chair cushion, she
straightened up and turned around slowly, facing in my direction. She
retrieved her glass of wine, put it to her lips, and slowly drank the entire
glass. Standing three feet away, she tilted her head slowly backwards as the
wine disappeared from the glass.
I glanced quickly at Beth to see if she was looking in my direction. Beth
was busy running her mouth about whatever it was that she was watching on my
poor reception television. Neither woman was watching me.
As Mary held her head back, draining her glass, I took advantage of the
opportunity. Since nobody was watching me, I leaned forward, under the
pretense of reaching for my wineglass; I took a quick peek up one of the
gaping open leg holes of Mary's shorts.
The view was at a very awkward angle but it was enough to confirm that Mary
definitely wasn't wearing any panties. I got a quick glimpse of her pale and
tightly closed pussy lips.
Mary poured herself another glass of wine and sat down in the easy chair.
She watched the expression on my face as she leisurely spread her legs
slightly, lifted one leg, and put her foot on the edge of the coffee table.
I instinctively looked up her shorts again. My eyes just naturally focused
on the target of opportunity. I knew Mary was watching me but I couldn't
help myself.
Mary's face broadened into a mischievous grin as she watched me checking out
her legs. By this time I had consumed too much wine to get embarrassed about
being caught looking up her shorts. Besides, I still half believed that Mary
had changed her shorts and removed her panties just for my benefit. Her new
shorts were considerably baggier and therefore more appropriate for
displaying her beaver to me.
I looked into Mary's eyes and then pointedly lowered my eyes and looked
directly between her legs again. Then I looked into her eyes again, knitted
my eyebrows, and tilted my head in the direction of her lap. Trying to get
the message across that she was exposed, sort of like saying 'your slip is
showing'.
If her unmasking were unintentional then she would adjust her shorts so I
wouldn't be able to see her nasty parts. On the other hand, if my suspicions
were correct, then Mary had changed her shorts for the sole purpose of
exposing herself to me. If Mary actually did it for my benefit, then she
would make sure that I would be able to look up her shorts without too much
hindrance.
Mary confirmed my belief that the exposure was calculated and intentional.
Instead of adjusting her shorts to block my view, she did just the opposite.
Mary dropped one hand to her lap. She took a quick glance in the direction
of her mother. Confirming that Beth wasn't paying any attention to us. Mary
inserted one finger into the leg opening and pulled the inside portion of
the leg hole over toward the leg that blocked Beth's view.
Mary brazenly gave me a beaver shot. She just sat there shamelessly showing
me everything. I had a clear and unrestricted view as Mary helpfully held
the leg hole open for me.
My mouth went instantly dry. Mary continued to hold the leg hole open as she
glanced again at her mother to make sure that Beth had no idea that she was
flashing me. I also cast a nervous glance at her mother to confirm that she
was unaware of what was going on between Mary and I.
Beth had not shut her mouth since she had first sat down on the couch. She
was more or less always looking in the direction of the small black and
white television as if it had something very interesting on it. Beth was in
her own talkative little world; just jabbering away like Mary and I were
actually listening to what she had to say. Beth was getting pretty tipsy
also.
I leaned forward and reached for my wineglass. It was a rather clumsy move.
I almost knocked my wineglass over. When I leaned forward over the coffee
table, it actually it gave me about a two-foot closer look at the exhibit
that Mary offered.
Through the leg hole opening I could see the soft inner portion of her thigh
as it curved inward and met her vagina. Short black pubic hair above her
closed pussy lips and the beginning swelling of the curvature of her ass
cheeks. I could even see the crack of her fantastic ass below the folds of
her pale colored pussy lips.
I drank about half my glass of wine, sat it back down on the coffee table,
and leaned back again. I looked over and checked on Beth to see if she had
noticed what had just transpired. Beth didn't have a clue.
I glanced back at Mary as she released the leg opening and leaned forward.
She reached out, picked up the bottle of wine, and topped off my glass. As
Mary poured the wine, she looked directly into my eyes, then lowered her
gaze to my crotch, momentarily, and then pointedly looked back into my eyes.
I got the message loud and clear. The message was that we were playing show
and tell and it was my turn. Her look said, 'I showed you mine now you show
me yours'.
Fair is fair. I had to agree it was indeed my turn. Mary had given me a few
moments of straightforward viewing of her charms and wanted to see up my
shorts in return. I had wasted all that time in the bathroom figuring out
how I could expose myself to her while pretending it was unintentional. But
Mary didn't want a hit-or-miss look up my shorts; Mary wanted an
unrestricted view.
So I changed my position on the couch to give Mary a better angle. I pivoted
my legs slightly toward Beth. Leaning back further on the couch I slid my
ass closer to the edge, slouched and relaxed. Then I propped my left foot,
the one that was the closest to Beth, up on the coffee table with my knee
slightly bent.
Glancing at Beth again, I confirmed that my thigh completely blocked her
viewing angle. Then I did the same for Mary as she had done for me. Mary
wanted to see what was under my shorts. Okay then, I would to give her the
best possible stump shot I could give her.
I could hear and feel my blood pounding in my ears. I dropped my hand to my
lap and reached down and as nonchalantly as I could I pulled the right leg
opening wider. Mary's eyes widened as she checked out what I had unveiled.
Mary leaned forward and retrieved the bottle of wine. She topped off Beth's
wineglass. In doing so, she had to lean way over the coffee table. She got a
much closer scrutiny at what I was showing. I was displaying everything I
had. My hangings were hanging out. My dick and testicles dangled out of the
open leg hole of my shorts like low hanging fruit.
Mary sat back and smiled. She obviously enjoyed looking up my shorts.
Probably as much as I liked looking up hers. Mary and I continued teasing
each other with our mutual flashing show for a considerable amount of time.
We both squirmed around in our seats like little kids trying to get
comfortable. In reality we were both accommodating the other with various
viewing angles. In my alcohol-befuddled mind, it was a game. The game was to
expose as much as possible to the other without Beth knowing what we were
doing. We were both very successful at this game.
Unless Beth had ex-ray vision, my leg totally blocked anything she could
see. Mary was getting an eye full. I had an advantage; I wasn't sitting
across from Beth. I eventually and purposely hooked the leg opening of my
shorts on the left side of my dick and testicles, which gave Mary a
continuous stump shot. I was letting it all hang out for Mary's viewing
pleasure. Mary in turn would continuously hold the leg opening of her shorts
wide open so that I could see her pussy, when Beth wasn't looking in her
direction.
Chapter 4: Personal Questions
As Mary and I concentrated on flashing each other Beth did most of the
talking. Her mouth ran constantly. She was very inquisitive and very prying
by nature.
Beth asked me where I hailed from. I replied that I was from out of town,
had hitchhiked in, got me this ride, from a guy that had him one of them
turnip trucks. Oh, you mean seriously. I told them I had lived in and around
this area all my life.
Beth wanted to know where I had moved from and why I had moved into this
apartment. So I told them that I was in the process of getting a divorce.
Mary all of a sudden displayed a lot more interest in the conversation when
I made that statement. She looked me straight in the eye as she asked me a
question.
"Was it sex? Ah, that caused the breakup, I mean", Mary inquired.
"That's none of your business young lady!" Beth stated loud and forcefully.
Mary's question instantly agitated her mother. Beth attempted to berate Mary
for asking the question. She started scolding her but not because it was a
personal question and none of her business but because the subject was about
sex.
Apparently, sex was none of Mary's business, at least until after she was
married. Obviously, Beth didn't know that Mary had a propensity to expose
her pussy to her neighbors. And she would probably die of a heart attack if
she knew that Mary was sitting there gawking at my dick and balls as we
talked.
I totally ignored Beth's motherly old-fashion and in my opinion a very
stupid proclamation. In fact, I interrupted Beth's diatribe and answered
Mary's question anyway. I really wanting to see what Mary's reaction would
be to my answer. I replied truthfully to her question.
"No, the problem was my wife is a practicing bitch. She'll practice at being
a bitch until the day she dies. Sex wasn't the problem. The sex was
incredible. My wife claimed to be a virgin when we married, and if that was
true, then she took to sex like a duck takes to water. She could qualify to
be a sex surrogate. She really knows how to please a guy - when she wants
to."
"She was good in bed because she stayed pure until marriage," Beth
proclaimed.
"I don't think one has anything to do with the other", I responded.
"You don't think being a virgin when you get married is important?" Mary
asked.
Mary's question seemed to reconfirm the perception that I had that Mary was
still a virgin. Even though she was allowing, even shamelessly cooperating
in my attempts to look at her pussy.
I think it was the way that she continually stared at my dick, with
wide-eyed wonderment, that gave me that impression. I don't believe that she
had ever observed the male genitalia up close before. She watched every
movement as if she were trying to memorize the event.
"If virginity is important to the two people getting married, then yes it is
important, otherwise definitely no," I replied calculatingly.
"You sound like you weren't happy that your wife was a virgin? I can't
believe that!" Beth jumped in with her unwanted opinion.
"I only had my wife's word that she was a virgin. I couldn't prove it."
"A woman would not lie about that," Beth proclaimed.
"I wouldn't know about that. She's lied to me about other things."
"But a man can tell if a woman is a virgin or not," Beth established.
"And how the hell would a man know that?" I exasperated.
"He can feel the hymen and also by how experienced she is, of course."
"Ah bullshit. I didn't feel any hymen and wouldn't she act like she was
inexperienced - if she was in fact, lying about being a virgin?"
"You just didn't appreciate that she was a virgin", Beth slurred at me.
"Like I said, I couldn't prove it; I only had her word for it."
"Well, she WAS a virgin", Beth certified drunkenly.
I was starting to get really annoyed with Beth's righteousness. But, I also
honed in on the probability that all this crap Beth was spouting about the
virtues of virginity was for Mary's benefit. At the very least, Beth was
under the impression that Mary was still a virgin.
If Mary was a virgin, she wasn't going to remain one too much longer. She
might even lose her virginity before her upcoming marriage. I had jumped to
this conclusion because of the way that Mary's pupils dilated as she stared
at my dick. I think Mary wanted to get some, and judging by the way that she
couldn't take hers eyes away from between my legs, it was going to be soon.
If she needed any help in losing it I would certainly volunteer for the job.
In addition, to Beth getting drunk, I was also feeling the effects of the
alcohol. Therefore, I made a statement partially for its shock value but
mostly because it was true. I tossed the comment toward Mary as a sort of a
challenge.
"I prefer a woman with a little experience. A woman that already knows how
to make a guy happy," I stated purposely.
"But your wife knew how, so why did you still leave?" Mary asked.
"Because he's a man and that's what men do." Beth interjected for me.
Beth had just put herself on my 'screw you' list. I'm just like everybody
else; I can't stand it when someone automatically throws me into one of his
or her biased categories. Don't just dump me in one of those categories; I
want to earn the right to be there. I have a reputation to uphold.
I could understand know why Mary was anxious to get married, and move in
with someone else. I hoped my answer would be educational to Mary and shut
Beth the hell up. As I answered Mary's question I glanced toward Beth for
emphasis. Mary got the message loud and clear.
"Virginity or the lack of and great sex only accounts far so much in a
marriage. It takes a hell of a lot more than sex to hold a marriage
together. The reason that my wife and I separated was that she's a nag, she
was always on my ass about something."
Beth jumped back into the conversation and informed me that she had divorced
Mary's father when Mary was about four years old. He had committed adultery.
He probably couldn't stand her voice any longer.
Therefore, in Beth's tainted and biased opinion, all men were scumbags,
without exception. Men should be 'tarred and feathered', before being 'drawn
and quartered' and then burned at the stake.
Beth accidentally and abruptly ended Mary's and my flashing game. Beth was
obviously very drunk. Apparently Beth realized how drunk she was and I
believe that she was getting a little pissed off at me anyway. Perturbed
because she couldn't make me agree with her matronly opinions.
Beth decided it was time to leave. She tried to stand up on her own. Beth
stood up, took one-step and immediately lost her balance and fell backwards,
landing on her ass awkwardly on the arm of the couch. Her awkward landing
tipped her to one side and she fell over in my direction. Beth ended up on
her right side on the couch with her head on my lap. Her face landed
sideways on my left thigh, just a couple of inches away from my exposed dick
and testicles.
In a near panic, I scooted out from under Beth's head in a fraction of a
second and stood up quickly. I immediately pull my shorts back in place,
covering my previously exposed genitals.
Inquiring and getting an affirmative response, I turned around, bent over,
and started to help Beth get back to an upright sitting position. That was
when I felt something brush the back of one of my thighs. I froze with fear.
Mary was taking advantage of this opportunity. She used it to get a closer
look at what she had been observing from a distance most of the evening.
Mary had scooted to the edge of her chair. As I was bending over and playing
the Good Samaritan, Mary leaned forward across the coffee table and using
both hands, lifted up the back of my shorts. A behind the scenes, so to
speak, close up view of my now currently exposed ass, my testicles, and my
dangling dick.
I quickly looked down and rechecked the front of my shorts. Just to be sure
that my dick wasn't hanging out for Beth to see. A few moments later Mary
materialized along side of me, smiling. Both of us together succeeded in
getting Beth to a sitting position.
Mary grabbed one of Beth's arms, I grabbed the other, and we helped get the
more than slightly drunk Beth to her feet. Then Mary, holding on to Beth's
shoulders as she walked behind her, gently steered Beth across the living
room and out my door. She aimed her down the hallway toward their apartment.
Mary hung back, stopping in my doorway, as we watched Beth try to navigate
the hallway to their apartment. After Beth banked off the wall a couple of
times and a couple of missed attempts at grabbing the doorknob, she finally
got the door open and staggered into their apartment.
Mary turned back around and we just stood there looking at each other. Our
laughter started small but quickly grew. We weren't laughing at Beth. We
were laughing at how close Beth had come to catching us at our flashing
game.
I reached out and took Mary's hand in my hand. I lifted her hand to my lips
and kissed the back of her hand. A gentleman's gesture, it usually melts a
woman's heart.
"Thank you for coming over tonight. I really enjoyed this evening, the
scenery was spectacular," I said with a grin as I kissed her hand again.
"You know I'm getting married in less than a month?" Mary stated.
They told me that so many times tonight. I thought that this is going to be
a question on a test. I wonder how many points the correct answer is worth.
"Yea, I know, and I suppose you are saving yourself for marriage?"
"Yes, I want Robert to be my first."
"From what I saw tonight, Robert is one going to be one lucky
son-of-a-bitch."
"Could I asked you something?"
"Yea, sure kid, ask me anything you want."
"Would you teach me about sex?"
My brain vapor-locked. I was more than half-tipsy from the wine. It was
affecting my hearing.
"I'm sorry, what was that question?"
"Would you teach me about sex?" Mary repeated without any hesitation.
Whoa, let me get this straight. Mary doesn't want me to fuck her but she
wants me to teach her about sex? What is this crap? Oh, I get it now. It
took me a minute.
Mary must be a cock teaser. She's not going to put out. Cock teasers don't
put out. Mary wants to tease me even further than she did tonight. Cock
teasers do not think of themselves as teasers. They are just having fun,
harmlessly flirting. Holy blue balls Batman.
That's why she was showing me her pussy all night. It must be a real turn on
for her. She gets off on flashing her charms. She likes getting a guy all
worked up and then she'll send him home, horny. I would just bet that she
had all the boys in her high school class running around with constant
hardons.
We had a girl like that in one of my high school math classes. She always
wore flared skirts. When she sat down at her desk, her skirt would sometimes
catch on the back of her desk chair. The effect was that when she sat down,
the chair would pull her skirt up enough to show her panties to everybody
sitting behind her. Then the girl would slyly look around to check and see
which guys were staring at her panties and which guys had hardons. She sat
directly in front of me and therefore always caught me with a hardon.
I believed that Mary just wanted to see what kind of reaction she would get
from me. I figured that she was just pulling my chain. She's just trying to
see how far she could string me along. One last guy to tease before getting
married. Well, it was okay because I had enjoyed the teasing. I laughed and
gave her my answer.
"Sure kid, I'll teach you about sex anytime you want."
"When?"
Okay, little girl, you want to play games with me, let's play. Think fast,
she's not twenty-one and it would probably be very hard for her to get her
hands on any booze.
"When you knock on my door and you're holding two bottles of wine - and you'
re standing there naked. But you have to promise to leave your mother at
home, she's not even invited to just watch." I am so funny.
Mary laughed with me and then wished me a good night. She turned and walked
to her apartment, swiveling her hips with those fantastic ass cheeks peeking
out all the way down the hall. She waived good night over her shoulder to me
without even looking back in my direction and went inside. Women always seem
to know when men are eyeballing their butt. How do they know that?
The story continues in:
Coyote Chronicles: They Peeked at Me First - part two (voy, MF, MFF)