1. Behind the Church Shed


    Date: 2/5/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Exhibitionism, First Time, Masturbation, Teen Male / Female, Voyeurism, Young, Author: Squirrelboy, Rating: 94.3, Source: sexstories.com

    It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Brian, who was at work. The window looked out toward a large field and the back parking lot and lawn of the local church. When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She taught Sunday School to a few of them with her husband every week. It wasn’t the best thing she’d ever agreed to do, but she had to acknowledge that it could be fun. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most was the attention the boys showed her. She was only a decade older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her. Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a full bust that contributed to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys who came. There were a lot of wide eyes that night. As the boy walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew ...
    him. His name was also Brian, just like her husband. Brian was one of the least popular kids in the congregation, a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and moved his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda began concentrating on her dishes once more, glancing up toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued. He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt. Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. Surely the church doors must have been locked and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout out that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were stark in the cloudy light. They had a very noticeable bulge in them. Putting a hand to her ...
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