1. A Summer's Surprise (Part 1)


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Nicholas Keel, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    fabric, and Nick exploded against the fence with such force that he saw starts for a few seconds. His knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, panting slightly. Suddenly, he became aware that he was no longer being concerned with silence, and his head snapped up, peeking through the gap in the slats of the fence. She was looking straight at him, two fingers of her left hand reached around her thigh, dipped into her pussy through the fabric, and the other still resting on her clit. He panicked. He jumped up, still hanging out of his shorts, and he darted back to the house. He slid the door closed as quietly as he could, and immediately headed up to his room, tucking himself away on the stairs. He closed the doors, and sat on the bed, panting in combination post-orgasm breathlessness and panic induced hyperventilation. She saw me. I think she saw me. Shit shit shit! What if she tells someone. What if she tells the police? Fuck, I'm going to jail. Goddammit. This sort of train of through dominated his consciousness for quite some time, and he imagined in grim detail just how he would make due in prison... a peeping tom no less. Oh god, I don't even know how old she is. Everything just got worse in the prison nightmare. No, no, no. I won't even entertain that thought. Hell, that's a woman, no question. Shit. I'm so going to jail. Most of the rest of the day was spent in varying states of panic, worry, and meditation of future prison horrors. About four passed, and the police ...
    hadn't yet shown up, so NIck figured that he wasn't going to get hauled off to jail. At least not tonight. HIs parents came from work, and they all ate a quiet dinner at home. Chinese take out. Then, his mom announced that she and Dad were going away from the weekend. “No wild parties!” Har har. Well, at least if he were going to go to jail, they wouldn't be here to see it. Despite the looming threat of the loss of his freedom, he was secretly hoping that he would get to see her again. And soon. Even the thought of seeing her again caused him to stiffen. I've got it bad. After dinner, Nick pleasured himself in the shower: with the image of a red bikini with white dots firmly in mind, and two fingers deep in the wet fabric. Chapter 2: Ashley stepped outside onto the deck, the hot wood momentarily scalding the soft skin of her feet. She quickly pranced across to the chaise-long in the corner of the yard. The sun wasn't quite at its height, but the heat was already intense, and penetrating. She raised a hand to her brow, to give a little bit of shade, and looked to the window over the neighbor's house. That's Nick's room , she thought. It had been close to three years since she's seen him. She had nursed a crush for Nick since she was twelve, and he was thirteen... or maybe fourteen? She shrugged to her own question, and draped the towel over the chair, setting the back down a few notches so she could recline back. Nick didn't even have the time of day for me, most of the time. I ...
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