Title: Wet Dream
Keywords: f, voy, rom
Author: Caesar
Summary: A young man watches a girl pleasure herself.















"How bitter Joseph's existence
 When he found that his girl friends insistence
	Meant that he'd have to wed her
	Before he could bed her.
 She was simply a piece de resistance."
		-author unknown


Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my imagination.
Constructive e-mail welcome.


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Wet Dream

by Caesar, copyright (c) 1994

$Revision: 1.13 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

The sight I came upon during that lush sunny afternoon took my breath
away.  A little-known girl from school was across the picturesque
glade from me, doing as I did, strolling in the afternoon sun,
enjoying the heat of the early day and the peace of the gentle woods.
I recall her name as Sara, two grades below my own, but she was a shy
quiet girl whom no-one really knew.

The sunlight shone through the tall trees to radiate her pale skin and
short blonde hair.  The smile upon her face was not meant for anyone
but herself, but I took solace that I was a witness to her happiness.
She practically skipped down to the pool, the sound of the rushing
stream a few paces away, muffling the crunch of her dainty feet upon
the forest floor.

Was I a pervert or just an overly-attentive young man?  I sat down a
hundred meters from her, watching as she bent at the knees to cool her
arms and hands in the icy water.  My eyes ignored the abundant natural
obstructions and studied her taut round bottom in her dark-green
walking shorts.  The day's heat was partially shaded as she found
peace beneath the trees and sat down upon facing the pool.

I inched forward, totally unobserved by the pretty girl, my sounds
also obscured by the rushing water.  Sara was rubbing her still-wet
cold hand along her thin neck.  I could see that her eyes were closed
and that the smile upon her face had not disappeared.

My person was but a few meters from the relaxing girl, hidden by a
thick bush, my view practically unobstructed.  I knew that I had gone
beyond the point of a polite view and had intruded upon Sara's privacy
by sneaking up on her.  What she did next convinced me that staying
had been the right thing to do, and I forgot any notion about leaving.

Sara's relaxed, roaming hand strolled down and settled upon her small
round right breast.  At first I thought it was only a natural place to
move her hand, but when I could see the fingers squeeze that
perfectly-shaped mound I knew better.  The hand continued to fondle
that breast, slowly and firmly giving herself the pleasure of her own
touch upon the obviously sensitive skin.

What was she doing?  She wasn't about to get sexually stimulated out
here in the forest, was she?  My heart practically pounded as I saw
the other hand come up and grab the left breast and begin to squeeze.
Together, Sara and I licked our lips, almost poetically.

Time mattered little as my senses were focused upon Sara and her
pleasure.  I could see that see was enjoying her touches, as her
nipples were strongly poking through her light tee-shirt, while her
hands also trembled slightly, and her tongue constantly licked upon
her full red lips.  When she moved her right hand from her excited
breast and down her flat stomach, I could barely breathe, so nervous
and excited was I at what I witnessed.

The button holding her shorts were too much for her one hand and she
used both to manipulate them.  Her left hand again squeezed the
shapely breast while the other snuck under the waist band of her
shorts to obviously cup her sex.  I watched from her profile as the
girl's whole body rippled in delight after only seconds of her own
hand between her legs.

I knew not what made the noise, so engrossed in the sight I was
viewing, but Sara suddenly bolted straight up, disengaging her hands
from her body.  "Who is it?  Who is there?!"  She sounded scared.

I didn't know what to say.  It was obvious that she could not see me,
but knew that someone was watching her.  And she looked positively
frightened, and I wanted to comfort her, but not give away my identity
because I too felt guilty at my peeking.

I finally spoke.  "Why are you out here alone?"  It was an innocent
question, one that she took the wrong way.  I could see that she
shivered not in pleasure, but fright.  "I won't hurt you."  She didn't
calm very much at my remark.

"Then why are you hiding?  Will you let me go?"

My reply came before I even thought about it.  "No!"  She froze.  "I
don't want you to go, I don't want you to stop..."  We both knew what
was about to come next, and my voice was getting raspy.  "You are very
beautiful.  I just wanted to see more of what you had been doing!"

"I wasn't doing anything."  She didn't believe her own remark, let
alone fool me.  Perhaps she said it only for proprietary sake.

"You were playing with yourself."  That shocked her for some strange
reason - perhaps the uncensored truth of it?  "Please take off your
clothes."  I had meant it as a question, but she took it as an order.
An order from an unseen man hiding from her view.

Sara's shaking hands moved to her hips, and the thumbs hooked into the
waist band of her shorts, pushing them down past her curvy hips.  I
could see her pretty white cotton panties as the shorts were pushed to
her knees.  "Is this what you wanted?"  She was becoming defiant,
testing what I wanted, what she was capable of.

"I want more."  I could see a damp spot in the front of the panties
from her previous playing.  "Take off your panties and shoes."  As she
moved to comply, I unintentionally whispered loud enough for her to
hear, "I want to see your beautiful body."

The sun was moving in the sky and her moving body was highlighted by a
beam of brilliance that created an angelic affect.  Sara was the most
beautiful woman that I had ever seen.

When she again stood straight, looking out into the forest searching
for the voice, I could see the small tight naked body of the pretty
young woman.  Infrequently she trembled with what I thought was fear.
"What do you want me to do now?"  Her nails on both her hands ran
trails up her curvy hip as she spoke.  I could tell that she was
becoming aroused at the situation, but fear was still a strong
emotion.

My own inexperience showed that I hadn't a clue as to what to do at
that moment.  Perhaps I should reveal myself and present my naked self
to her.  Yet something inside me helped me back.  Instead I spoke up,
my voice even more raspy.  "Lay down."

Sara hesitated for only a few seconds before finding a moss- covered
bed to lay upon.  I could almost see right up between her legs and the
almost hairless patch between.  "Spread your legs, let me see your
pussy?"  I was testing my boundaries.  And luckily she complied.  "You
have a beautiful pussy, Sara."  Indeed!  "Touch yourself!"  My voice
rose an octave with that short command.

The beautiful young girl's trembling hand slid down her belly to the
sandy blond patch between her legs.  I could already see the
glistening dark pink inner lips slightly spread out towards me.  While
watching the woods, still looking around trying to zero in on my
voice, she rotated the top of her sex, the clitoris.  I could see that
her attention was diverted, and she attempted to hold back her sexual
energy by biting on the bottom of her lip.

"Lay back and close your eyes, Sara."  She did as ordered.  I could
feel her submissiveness and need for sexual attention in her every
action and word.  Her right hand was agitating her clitoris at a
furious rate, her other hand slid up to her face and she sucked upon
two of her fingers.  The sight was very arousing and my cock was hard
as rock.

Even over the loudness of the running stream I could hear my beauty's
fast, hard breathing.  And with the aid of my imagination, I could
hear her boiling wet sex.  Sara began to toss from side to side, her
knees closing then parting again and again, her back arching upwards
and her chin pressing to her chest.  She was in total motion, her
excited desires holding and controlling her body.  I could even see
the muscles in her inner thigh ripple with delight as her young body
prepared and anticipated its explosion.

Even while my eyes viewed the glorious sight of Sara as she orgasmed,
I began to edge backwards.  Her whole body clenched as one strong
muscle.  She gave a light scream of delight then froze for several
long seconds.  I was already quite a ways away from her when she
spoke, her voice exhausted.  "Anything else?"  It almost sounded as if
she were pleading.

I came to a well used forest path and quickly exited, my mind's eye
still filled with the pale-skinned image of Sara as she masturbated
for my viewing pleasure.

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