Gender: Female Age: 43 Location: N/A
|Introduction: fiction, mostly...|
On our estate, there's always kids playing, especially during the summer holidays. Both our neighbours have kids, and they often play in each other's gardens. I had spent many long afternoons watching the girls chasing, laughing, splashing in the paddling pool totally unaware that I was watching their often semi-naked bodies ripen. I never dared to take anything further, as much as I would have wished to. Then, one hot summer afternoon, my neighbour's 11 year old daughter had some schoolfriends over. I had heard them shrieking and laughing as they splashed in the paddling pool, running in and out of the house to get drinks, sandwiches, more lotion, sunglasses and the like. To heighten the pleasure, I had gotten my sun lounger out and was sunbathing next to my fence, where I could see them running in and out. A mixture of the sun, the bacardi I had on the go and the sight of five 11 year olds in bikinis was having the proper effect on my cock, which was straining against my shorts. Now my garden ins't overlooked much by the neighbour's houses and where I was lying no one could see, so I slipped my shorts dwn slightly, enjoying the air on my stiff prick. At that moment, a ball came flying over the fence, accompanied by shrieks and giggles and then an argument. It was the 'you lost it, you get it' kind of disucssion: Lauren, my 11 year old neighbour, was bossy and independent and was obviously the one who's ball it was. Chloe her friend was quieter, more shy and had lost it. They squabbled for some minutes before Lauren stomped along the side of the house and turned to climb the low fence between my garden and hers. As the ball had come over I had covered up, but as the argument raised a combination of lust and alcohol had created bravery and I had slipped my cock out again. Lauren hopped over the fence and marched down the garden to retrieve the ball. She didn't see me at first, as I lay back, pretending to be asleep. When she noticed, she just asked me if she could get the ball, then, seeing me asleep looked again and I heard her gasp. She froze for a moment, as I watched through half-closed lids. She was gazing at my naked, erect cock. This made it throb, the lust in me growing. I wondered if this cute little blondie had ever seen a hard cock before. She took half a step toward me, then faltered and bent to retrieve the ball. Giggling, she retraced her steps to the fence, climbing over. As she did so,she glanced back at me, staring at my hard cock once more. Next I heard more shrieks and giggles, as she was obviously telling her friends. Over the next five minutes, I was aware of all of them, one by one, peeping over or around the fence to get a better look. There was a lot more whispering and giggling, all the while my cock was throbbing for release, for orgasm. The urge to stroke became overpowering, I desperately needed to cum and the thought of my five young voyeurs watching was too much to resist. I shifted slightly, my hand moving on to my cock. I heard gasps and shuffling as they ducked, not wanting to be caught. I didn't react, just began slowly wanking, Sure enough, the girls began watching, getting more confident as they became sure that I was oblivious to them. It only took me a few strokes and I was cumming, shooting over my hand, shorts and legs. I was suprised how strong my orgasm was, even though I had been really turned on. More gasps and giggles from my audience, followed by shrieks and rapid disappearances as I slowly stood up. I went back inside to clean up, not quite believing what had happened, still high from the powerful feelings I had, mastubating in front of a bunch of 11 year old girls.
I fantasised over this for the afternoon, whilst the girls wound up their party outside and parents came to take them home. Later on I heard Lauren's mother calling her in for tea, then remonstrating with her for the mess in the garden and getting her to tidy up. The evening sun was still hot and it strikes the bottom of my garden, so another Bacardi in hand I went back to the sun lounger. This time I didn't bother with shorts, as it would be dark fairly soon and no one would see me anyway. I was still turned on from the afternoon experience and was looking forward to re-living it later on. I lay back, listening to the evening sounds when a ball came flying over again, accompanied by a young female voice cursing. I guessed my young neighbour had been doing more playing than tidying. I wondered if she would come get it, my cock stirring at the thought of a repeat performance. Within 10 minutes, I was rewarded by the flash of blonde curls peering over my fence. The sun had begun to sink now and with the garden in shade I wasn't sure if she could see me. Boldly, she climbed over the fence and went in search of the lost ball. As she crossed towards me, I sat up slightly, and made a small noise. She jumped, startled and turned toward me, eyes growing bigger as she noticed I was naked. Her eyes gazed downwards, drinking in the sight of my once again stiff cock.
'Hi Lauren, you looking for something?' I asked casually, standing up
'Oh, yes, s-sorry Mr Smith' she stammered, blushing. her eyes never left my erect cock, although she was obviously nervous. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' she blurted out.
'What for honey? You know I'm not bothered about you coming into my garden!'
'Oh, sorry, yes, but, your, you I mean..' she stammered 'I mean, I saw you earlier. When you were, you know, you were..' she trailed off.
'What, when I was wanking?' I asked, amused at her innocence and extremely turned on. My cock, naked and erect, was throbbing so much I felt as if I was going to come there and then. I walked slowly towards her, as she stood there confused, blushing prettily. 'Did you see it all then? I don't mind, but you shouldn't spy on people. I'm sure you're mum wouldn't be very happy!'
'I said sorry mister. I, I didn't mean to. We all watched anyway. Chloe dared me to. I was only going for my ball. Will you tell mum? ' The words rushed out, as she turned away, embarrassed.
'No I won't tell, but you'd better do something for me hon.'
'What can I do?' she managed, turning to gaze at me again.
I walked back to the lounger and sat down.
'Come here hon. i won't hurt you'. She obediently walked toward me, stopping about 5 feet away.
'Come on sweetie, there's no harm here. I won't tell your mum, but you've gotta help me out.' I patted the lounger next to me. 'Come on. This will only be a minute, then well, then I could find some ice cream maybe?' Hopeless I know, but I had plan now and I, well, I was thinking with my cock.
'I'm not 5 you know!' she retorted. 'What do you want to do? I'm not doing it with you!'
If only I dared go that far! I thought. 'No hon, I just want to get a hand job off you' I said, thinking 'and maybe more'. 'Go on, you owe me, can't have your mum knowing'. She came closer, but seemed hesitant, not wanting to run, not wanting to sit next to me. I patted the lounger, beckoning her to sit next to me. She slowly sat down, all the time darting glances towards my stiff, hard, throbbing cock.
'Please hon, touch it' I said, leaning back slightly and turning, pointing my cock toward her. 'Touch it, a little. I won't hurt you none, we don't have to do anything you don't want.' She shook her head, mutely, but still looking at my cock.
'Please, hon, touch it. You saw me doing it earlier, you're a big girl, it won't hurt.' I was becoming desperate. I had to get something, we had come so far. She shook her head again and began to get up. I grabbed her arm.
'Lauren, come on. You can't leave me like this. Just touch it!' I urged. I saw a flash of fear across her face, so I more soflty said 'I'll pay you? Please? Five dollars? Just touch me, please?'
She hesitated, then said'O..OK, mister. For five dollars?' She reached out and gently touched the tip of my cock. I gasped and flinched, she jumped back.
'S..sorry mister, did I hurt it?' she seemed on the verge of tears.
'No hon, I just.. oh look, like this'. I began wanking, slowly.
She watched for a minute, eyes getting bigger. I realised if I carried on I would cum and I wanted her to do it.
'Go on then, your turn'. I said, turning toward her again, stiff cock pointing. She leaned forward and grasped my dick, hand stroking up and down, gently but firmly. I could feel her shaking, trembling slightly, as she wanked me. The feeling was amazing, it looked amazing, as this cute, sexy little girl gave me a handjob. Every stroke she brought me closer to orgasm, I new I couldn't last long.
'Lauren?' I gasped. 'Hon? please, will you do something for me?' I felt her stiffen a little and stop stroking.
'Please hon, please, suck it for me? For ten dollars? Please?'
'She gave a little sigh, half like she expected something like this, half like she had no choice.
'Okay mister, just once. I'm not doing anything else though!' she said, defiantly almost, then leant forward and put her mouth over my cock. It barely fitted, just the head was in. She sucked once, hard, like you would on a lolly, the pulled away. I gasped, soo close..
'There mister, I done it. Can I go now?' she said
'One more hon, a bit slower, please? I gasped, feeling my cock twitch.
She leant over again, repeating the move, fitting the head of my cock in, and gave one more sharp suck, a bit longer. That did it. I came, exp[loding out of the tip of my cock. The first drops hit her face as she pulled away, the rest went all over my legs, her hand and arm and the lounger. I groaned, gasping for air as my cock continued to cum, pumping away, like i hadn't cum for ages. The feeling was amazing, made more so as Lauren watched, fascinated, as my cock pumped its juices. As I recovered, with her still watching, I thanked her, saying how pretty she was and how good she was.
'You must have a boyfriend?' I asked, adding' You're soo pretty. I wish i had a girl like you!'
She blushed, and shook her head.. 'That's a crime!' I said. I paused, then thought, what the hell. I sat forward, and asked
'Will you go out with me?'
She blushed, giggled, stood up.
'Maybe?' She said. Her mother called her. 'Oh I gotta, gotta, go mister!'. She turned, picked up the ball. She turned back to me, looking at me then came back again. 'You still owe me the money, mister!' she said. I grinned. Her mother called again. She looked at the house, called 'Yees!!', looked back to me, leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. She smiled, then turned and skipped back to the fence. One long look back toward me, then she was gone.
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