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STANDARD WARNING

This story is of an erotic nature, I wouldn't dream of telling you what you can or can't 
read but if the law, in your part of the world, says you must not read this sort of 
fiction then please go read something that they'll let you.
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Observation

by Duke of Ramus

A Piece of my Imagination
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It all started when I was given a telescope for my fourteenth birthday, I had been doing a science 
project on astronomy and wanted to look at the planets. I'd borrowed my dad's binoculars but I 
hadn't been able to hold them steady enough to use them. My parents then bought me a small 
telescope fitted with a tripod and it had helped me with the project.

One of the problems with where we lived was that it was surrounded by street lights, so I soon 
found myself packing the scope onto the cross bar of my bike, strapping the tripod to my back and 
heading the couple of miles to a local hill, which put me away from and above the street lights. The 
view of both our town and the sky was very impressive and I spent many enjoyable evenings on the 
hill.

It was about July or early August, well into the school summer holiday, that a comet was making a 
close pass and I wanted to get a good look at it. The problem was that as it was the middle of 
summer it didn't go dark until late, so it took a lot of nagging of my mum for me to get permission 
to stay out late to see the comet. She eventually let me, probably just to shut me up, but I had got 
what I wanted.

On the Saturday I set off for the hill, telescope, notebook and a flask, mothers idea, loaded on the 
bike. I found a nice comfortable position, set up the telescope dropped a blanket on the ground and 
waited for it to go dark. It wasn't as boring as it sounds because I was able to check up on a couple 
of satellites as they went overhead. I noticed that a few cars were moving into an area at the bottom 
of the hill, I remembered seeing them before, but I hadn't given them much thought.

The comet was brilliant, really worth staying out to watch, I made lots of sketches and notes on the 
whole event. I wondered about getting a camera and fitting it to the telescope so that I could get 
proper pictures, another thing to check on in the future.

It was whilst I was preparing to put everything away that I saw another car arrive at the bottom of 
the hill, my curiosity got the better of me, so I swung the scope around and focused on what was 
happening below. I'm sure you know, but I was a young lad and hadn't given it much thought, the 
first couple I saw were snogging, he was leaning towards her and I could just make out that her 
blouse was undone. I swung round to the next car, I couldn't see anything, it was too dark.

The third car was very revealing, the driver was reclined in his seat, a girls head was bobbing up 
and down in his lap, I'd never had, or seen, a blowjob before, but I'd read about them and I was now 
watching one. My own prick was hard, and, taking it out of my trousers I started to wank in time 
with the girls movements, I quickly speeded up, moving faster than the girl, my eye glued to the 
scope. Even with his head start I came well before he did, spraying my spunk into the grass beside 
me. Having shot my load I continued to watch and, after he'd come I was rewarded with the sight of 
the girls tits as she sat back in her seat.

The bloke then lent over and started to kiss her and grope her tits. I watched as his hand went down 
her body, he obviously started to play with her cunt, but I couldn't see that far down, I watched until 
she'd been given her orgasm, then they straightened their clothes and drove away. I looked around, 
most of the cars had left by then, I glanced at my watch and realised I was in trouble, I was late. I 
packed up and dashed home, I ignored the fact that I was late, telling mom and dad all about the 
comet, showing them my drawings and probably boring them silly, but they didn't comment on the 
time.

I went up the hill the following afternoon and had a look around, I knew where the cars parked so I 
was looking for a place, not to close, where I could set up my telescope easily and not be seen. I 
didn't think that I would be to popular if the people saw me watching them, and they were all a lot 
bigger than me. I eventually found a place between two bushes half way down, or up, the hill 
depending on your point of view, I checked to make sure that I could get in and out of this spot 
without being seen. After all this careful reconnaissance I headed home, happy with the plans I'd 
laid.

When I went out that night I was very disappointed, it was a Sunday and people, it would appear, 
didn't go out to play then. The only car that came into the area was a police car, it drove in, did one 
circuit and then drove off again. I ended up watching the comet again, and as good as it was it was 
still a let down. I'd have to watch and see when people went out.

A couple of days later I had another moment of inspiration, from my bedroom I could see into our 
neighbours back gardens, the woman next door, who was old enough to be my mother, was 
sunbathing there so I set up the telescope and had a look. I failed again, she was too close, it 
wouldn't focus on her, so I started to scan around at the various houses that I could see, checking 
which ones I could get a good view of.

Then it was time to compile a list of who lived in these houses and, all things considered, where 
they worth looking at. There was Gillian, a sexy looking girl of about eighteen who lived off to one 
side and Margaret, a divorced woman who I baby-sat for once a month.

Over the next couple of nights I spent a great deal of time in my bedroom, writing up my notes...... 
in reality staring at various bedrooms, waiting for lights to come on. The eighteen year old wasn't 
very helpful, yes she was very pretty, but invariably, whenever she went into her room she shut the 
curtains and unfortunately I couldn't see through material, Margaret, however was much more 
helpful.

Margaret, as I've said, was divorced, her former husband, a coloured chap had been in the army and 
apparently, whilst on an exchange trip in America, had gone off with some woman and not 
bothered coming back. She had two children, a little girl who was five and a son a year younger, 
these where the kids I looked after for her when she went out. When Margaret was in her room she 
didn't bother with the curtains so I was able to see her getting changed a couple of times. I didn't 
see much, just her walking around in her underwear, but to a young lad like me that was excellent 
wanking material.

In addition to this I found that Friday and Saturday's were the best days for watching the cars from 
the hill, it was on one of these days that I saw my first fuck. I'd set up as usual and quite early on a 
red Ford Granada had pulled up, the bloke looked quite old but the girl was cute, a slim girl, blond 
and quite short. They were quickly snogging away his hands going all over her body, I watched as 
he undid her short denim dress, her tits appearing as if by magic, totally free as she wasn't wearing 
a bra. His head dipped as he began to suck on her nipples, she was obviously enjoying this, and so 
was I. He'd been at this for a couple of minutes before his head went down into her lap, she stuck 
one of her legs up on the dashboard of the car and wiggled around to help him get in.

I was wanking furiously at this time, this was the best show I'd seen so far, after a few minutes of 
this, and my first orgasm, the bloke came up for air, the girl pushed him back onto his seat and 
clambered over the centre console and onto his lap. She was kissing him on the lips whilst rubbing 
her exposed tits on his chest, there was a pause in her movements, then she raised her body and I 
got a quick view of a very stiff prick, before she lowered herself on to it. She rested her head on his 
shoulder and started to bounce her body up and down on his dick, my prick had stayed hard and I 
was wanking as fast as I could, after a couple of minutes of this action he grabbed her bum and 
squeezed hard, nearly pushing her head into the roof as he filled her with his spunk. My dick was 
that sore that I had to stop wanking, compared with this scene the rest of the evening was very 
quiet.

I had to be careful for the next week, I'd abused my dick to much, there was a reddening around the 
head where I'd wanked too hard, or too fast, whichever I didn't wank for the next week, I didn't 
even go up the hill on the Friday. That Saturday evening I was sat in my bedroom staring out of the 
window when I caught a movement in Margaret's bedroom, like a moth to a candle I had to look. I 
positioned the telescope so that I could see and watched as she took a couple of dresses out of her 
wardrobe, she then stripped down to her underwear before trying each of them on. The blue dress 
was short and soft, a bit like a sexy night dress, when she had it on you could clearly see her bra 
straps and I held my breath as she undid and then removed her bra, after she had looked at herself 
in the mirror she peeled the dress off, revealing her boobs to me. She didn't have very big tits, but 
they were nicely shaped and had very big nipples, I was stiff just watching her, I even had a quick 
stroke before she left her room, I waited for her to re-appear but she didn't, so I went to bed.

The following week was very quiet, it rained on the Friday so I had another week off, Margaret was 
noticeable by her absence whenever I was watching. I tried to obtain a view of other women but 
doing so was always fraught with risks, I had to set the telescope up in a different room in the 
house and then make sure that I wasn't caught by mom or dad. In the end I gave up trying. When 
school started again it put paid to my nocturnal wanderings so I had to be satisfied with the 
occasional glimpse of Margaret from my bedroom window, even my astronomy suffered.

Eventually we neared Christmas, the events of note over this period were my fifteenth birthday, 
some said they were surprised I'd lasted this long, but I put that down to jealousy, they being so 
'old'. I was given a camera for my birthday, a nice Praktica 35mm SLR, not the most modern of 
camera's but a very good one for a beginner. I also got an adapter for the telescope to take the 
camera so now I could take pictures of stars, planets, comets and women. Apart from these new 
toys Christmas was perfectly normal, lots of chocolate, food and a little bit of lager, probably more 
than mom knew about but not enough to get totally wrecked.

For the New Year I'd been volunteered as a baby-sitter for Margaret, I didn't mind as my parents 
were going to my aunt's for a party, and whilst they used to be fun I found that I was still treated as 
a child and not a grown up, then again I probably acted like a child so you can't really blame them.

I arrived at Margaret's at seven o'clock ready to do battle with the kids, we always had a laugh and 
they weren't any trouble but we had to go through the motions, and of course we did. Margaret was 
upstairs getting ready so she yelled down for me to make myself a drink and she'd be down in a 
minute. I went into the kitchen and made myself a coffee, I'd just added the milk when Margaret 
arrived, she looked wonderful, she was wearing the same blue dress that I'd seen her in when I first 
saw her tits. I gave a wolf whistle and told how beautiful and sexy she was. She laughed back at me 
saying she was to old to be sexy, so I did my best to be gallant and said things like 'how can you be 
to old at twenty' and 'You look sexy from here', I'm sure I was bright red as I said these things, I 
definitely felt hot, and not just around the face.

She left us just after half past and after playing several games I had the kids in bed by nine, after 
reading them a bedtime story, which involved lots of animal impressions I turned the lights off and 
went back down stairs. Margaret had left me a few cans of lager and some sweets and a piece of 
Christmas cake so I proceeded to stuff my face and watch the film on TV.

It was a boring evening really, the film was dull and there was nothing else on, I hadn't bothered to 
bring a book to read so I really couldn't blame anybody else. I drank the cans, fortunately they were 
only small one's and wondered what Margaret was up to and what time she'd be back.

I was surprised, about twenty to midnight, when a taxi pulled up outside, Margaret got out, paid the 
driver and approached. I opened the door for her, she was crying, not much but her makeup around 
her eyes had run a bit, leaving small black lines running from the corner of her eyes down over her 
cheeks. I stepped back and let her past, she went through to the living room and dropped on the 
settee, I followed her through and wondered what to do next, in the end I asked her if she wanted a 
drink? She said yes, and told me to open a bottle of wine from the fridge, not the sparkling wine.

I went into the kitchen, got the first bottle I came to that didn't say sparkling on it, a German wine, 
not that I knew much about wine, and after searching through the cutlery draw for a corkscrew, 
managed to get it open. I poured a glass, fished out the little bit of cork floating in it, and took it 
through to her. She looked at it and said, 'its rude to make a lady drink alone, pour yourself a drink'. 
Always a good boy, and not knowing what else to do I went and got myself a glass.

I sipped the wine slowly, not sure if I liked the taste but not prepared to cause a fuss. In the twenty 
minutes before midnight Margaret drank the rest of the bottle and then sent me to get a bottle of 
sparkling wine from the fridge, ready for the new year she said.

I went and collected the bottle and returned to the front room where I found that Margaret was 
looking through the patio doors she'd opened. I moved up behind her and handed her the bottle, she 
took it from me, giving me both of our empty glasses in exchange. She stepped into the garden, and 
I followed her outside, we could still hear the celebrations on the television.

As the countdown started she turned to me and told me to hold the glasses out, she pointed the 
bottle off to one side and popped the cork, she filled both glasses and as the television announced 
Happy New Year she took her glass and toasted me. I raised my glass to her, took a sip and waited 
to see what would happen next. She stepped forward and offered her lips for a kiss, I moved closer 
and slipped my free arm around her and kissed her ready lips, I felt a glow start in the pit of my 
stomach and my prick began hardening.

I heard the bottle hit the ground with a thud, her arm came around me and she pressed her lips, and 
her body, firmly to me, her tongue invaded my mouth, seeking my tongue, she teased me with her 
tongue, exciting me as she played. I slid back slightly, looking her in the eye and watched as she 
smiled at me and then moved forward again, I dropped my glass, hearing it break as it hit the floor, 
I now had both arms around a woman, attempting to copy the movements of her lips.

I dropped a hand to her bum, squeezing it, feeling her flesh move under my hand, I pulled her body 
hard against my hips trying to push my prick through my trousers and her dress, I was so excited I 
don't know how I didn't cum there and then. I moved my hands around her back, up and down her 
body, trying to feel all of her. I felt her naked flesh under my hands as I reached her shoulders, 
moving around I felt the thin straps of her dress so I pushed them to the sides. I stopped kissing her 
lips and slid my mouth along her cheek and down onto her neck.

She flung her head backwards allowing me access to the full length of her neck. I nibbled my way 
from the hollow at the front up to her earlobe, which I flicked gently with my tongue. My lips next 
excursion was down onto her shoulder, I felt tempted to bite her shoulder but decided I was 
enjoying what I was doing so carried on. As I reached the strap I kept moving it away from my 
exploring mouth, nearer to the edge of her arm, until it dropped away. I then made my way back to 
the middle, kissing her lips and slipping my tongue in between them.I carried on traversing her 
body, working down the opposite side of her neck and across her other shoulder freeing the strap 
from this shoulder as I went. 

The straps were now resting by her elbows, held there because her arms were on my shoulders, one 
hand still holding a wine glass. When my lips returned to hers she looked me in the eye and I felt 
her flick the glass away, hearing it land somewhere behind me. Still looking me straight in the eye 
she moved her arms outwards, holding the straps in place, she then stepped back slightly and 
slowly lowered her arms to her side, the straps fell and the top of her dress followed them 
downwards.

Her breasts appeared, small cones of brown flesh topped by stiff, cherry coloured nipples, the dress 
continued to fall, it caught slightly at her waist, she gave a gentle wiggle and the dress continued 
downwards, eventually coming to rest on the floor around her ankles. She stood before me in a 
skimpy pair of black, lace knickers and black high heels.

She stepped out of the dress, back into my waiting arms, I could feel her nipples, burning my chest 
through my shirt, her naked flesh pressing against my body, I wanted to be naked, now, I tried to 
grab my shirt but she stopped me, pushing my arms onto her shoulders and forcing her lips back 
onto mine. I then felt her hands rubbing my chest, her fingers slowly opening its buttons. As more 
of them were undone her hands entered the gap created and went to work on my nipples.

I hadn't realised how sensitive my nipples were, or that they were attached directly to my balls. 
Each time she tweaked a nipple I felt a twinge below. She had my shirt undone and then her hands 
came up onto my neck, the tips of her fingers stroking my ears, I shuddered, enjoying the 
sensations she was creating. Her hands ran over my shoulders, moving my arms down to my sides, 
my shirt dropping away from me. She pressed herself back against me, her hot nipples now burning 
into my naked flesh. It felt wonderful, I was so excited I didn't know what to do next, all I could do 
was go with Margaret and enjoy myself.

I wanted to kiss her nipples, so I let my knees bend, lowering my body, my lips working there way 
down her neck, then onto her breasts, I searched for a nipple, finding it I drew it into my mouth, 
holding it with my lips I teased the end with my tongue. I sucked hard, pulling it forward into my 
mouth. I opened it wider, trying to get all of her tit into my mouth, her hands appeared on the back 
of my head, her fingers gripping my hair. She pulled me off her breast, I wanted to stay there, but 
all she did was move me to the other tit, forcing my mouth onto it, her voice encouraging me to 
suck her nipple.

There I was, knelt in the back garden, kissing a nearly naked woman's tits and having the time of 
my life. Margaret slowly slid down to join me on her knees, I felt her hands groping for the belt of 
my jeans, I sucked my stomach in, trying to make it as easy as possible for her, the whole time she 
was struggling with the belt her mouth was glued to mine.

With my jeans undone she pushed me backwards, it was a struggle but I managed to twist my legs 
out from under me, I lay there with my prick pointing at my chin, exposed because I didn't wear 
underpants. She lowered her head, gripped my prick and gently, pulling it into a vertical position, I 
watched as the tip of my very excited prick disappeared between her lips, the feel of the tip of her 
tongue, slowly working its way around the end of my prick was exquisite, every nerve in my body 
wanted me to orgasm, but I held on...........just.

"Margaret, please, I'm going to cum........." she glanced up and somehow managed to smile that it 
was OK, so I let fly, I don't know whether she thought it was a gentle flow or a full blooded torrent 
but to me I felt like it must have hit her toes before it stopped, only my shoulders and heels were on 
the ground as I drove my hips upwards, she took everything I could throw at her. I sagged back to 
the floor, I felt drained but Margaret kept my prick in her mouth, her tongue still teasing my prick, I 
was so sensitive that a simple flick with her tongue made me twitch, she never let my prick go. Her 
constant oral ministrations kept me at attention, I had always gone soft after an orgasm, this was 
another first for me.

Margaret let my stiff prick slide out of her mouth and started to crawl up my body, her mouth 
working its way over my stomach, pausing at each nipple before, once again, clamping itself back 
onto my lips. It was when I realised that there was a slightly salty taste to her kisses that I 
remembered that she had swallowed my spunk and I was now kissing it. I felt a bit strange about 
this but my prick gave a little twitch and her tongue came flying into my mouth so I forgot about it 
and just enjoyed what was happening.

She released my mouth and raised her head a couple of inches, staring straight into my eyes she 
said "Lets go in." That reminded me that we were outside, I quickly glanced around but couldn't see 
anybody, a few lights in windows but no people. As Margaret stood I allowed my hands to slide 
down her body, over her buttocks and along her legs, she stepped back into the house. I stood, 
nearly tripping over my jeans, scrambled out of them and carrying them followed her inside. She'd 
stopped just inside the doors, facing away from me, as I touched her she walked forward, I 
followed as she led me through the house and up the stairs. I knew where we were going and my 
heart rate shot up even further, I 
followed as she entered her bedroom, pausing just inside the door, she half turned and held out her 
hand, I dropped my jeans so that I could take her hand, and she led me to her double bed.

She swung me around kissed me gently and then pushed me back onto the bed, she got on the bed 
and moved up my body only this time she didn't stop when she kissed me but kept moving forward, 
I looked up and her tits went past, her nipples point straight at me, I stretched forward my tongue 
just reaching a nipple before it moved on past. Here knees came up past my shoulders and her 
knicker clad pussy appearing in front of me. She then knelt upright her hands moving over her 
tensed thighs, stroking upwards onto her knickers, the tips of her fingers moving along the elastic 
that held them in place. I waited and watched, I could smell a strange and exciting odour, my first 
introduction to pussy, she slipped her fingers under the elastic and moved the material to one side, 
revealing an inflamed pussy. I had seen pictures in books and magazines but this was the first time 
I had seen a mature and excited pussy up close.

As I lay there taking in the view Margaret slipped her fingers between her pussy lips and opened 
herself up, displaying her glistening passage to me, her clit was sticking out, a bright red beacon 
calling to me. She lowered herself towards me, I heard a whispered 'please' as she advanced, I sent 
my tongue out to meet her, trying to remember everything I'd ever read about oral sex. I ran my 
tongue up to that stiff clit, sliding around it, covering it in my saliva before wriggling the tip of my 
tongue over it as fast as I could. Margaret arched her back further and dropped down onto my 
mouth, I licked, kissed and sucked for all I was worth, professional it wasn't but it was obviously 
effective as Margaret shuddered time and again above me, soaking my face with her juices.

Margaret eventually slid off my face, coming to rest beside me, her arm across my chest as I slowly 
got my breath back, I hadn't realised that having sex was such hard work. As she lay there she 
moved her head and kissed me then her hand, once again, starting to stroke my chest. She moved it 
lower, bumping into my prick, which was still rock hard, she looked at me and said "I'd forgotten 
you were still hard" she smiled, "We'd better do something about it hadn't we...." with that she 
rolled on to her back, spreading her legs and invited me to get on top. Knackered or not I wasn't 
going to miss this opportunity, like an eager puppy I dived on top my prick waggling like a tail, 
Margaret held me off, telling me to slow down there was no rush. She took my prick and guided it 
to the entrance to her cunt, then raising her knees she let me slip it in. Her warm chasm wrapped 
itself around my prick, gripping me, pulling me further in. I lowered myself down, the heat building 
around my prick, my pubic hair met hers and I started to rise up again, I repeated the action, my 
speed building, as was my need.

Two minutes later my arse was driving my prick up and down like a jack hammer, I could see 
Margaret's mouth moving but I couldn't hear a word she was saying, just the blood roaring through 
my ears and a high speed grunting noise, me, urging me onwards. I reached the point of no return, I 
hammered my prick into her as hard as I could, forcing myself to orgasm. I juddered to a halt my 
prick pushed as far in as it would go, spunk shooting from the end, my hands locked in the quilt my 
toes curled up tight, my first fuck!!

I collapsed beside Margaret, gasping, sweating, totally worn out. She held me close and smiled at 
me, I returned her smile, I felt elated, I'd done it, or to be more precise she'd done me and had I 
enjoyed it, I lay there wondering what came next. The answer, as it turned out was sleep, within 
minutes we'd both gone to sleep, cuddled together.

Margaret woke me up a couple of hours later in a panic, she was saying "You should have gone 
home, we shouldn't have done what we'd done, she was very sorry." I blinked a couple of times and 
tried to get a grip on what she was saying, but I was knackered and she was slurring her words 
because of the drink but I eventually got the idea that it was time for me to leave. I crawled out of 
bed, searched out my clothes, most of which were still in the garden, we'd even left the patio doors 
wide open, and got dressed, getting more with it as time passed. I collected Margaret's clothes at the 
same time and bought them in. Once I was dressed I went back upstairs, Margaret was awake so I 
went over, looked down at her and said "Goodnight and thank you." "You mustn't tell anybody 
about tonight" she sounded worried, well I suppose I was underage but I wasn't going to complain. 
I smiled, I was so happy, "Margaret, I won't tell anyone, there's nothing to worry about, it was 
wonderful, just like you......" I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before turning and heading for 
home.

Mom and Dad had gone to bed so I let myself in, had a quick wash and then lay in bed reliving my 
experience. I was a very happy chap

