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

    but it was. A red bathing suit, with white polka-dots, tossed casually as you like over the wooden fence. Before the thought even began to form, Nick was heading downstairs. His parents were in the living room, watching something on the television: their nightly ritual having been unchanged since Nick was ten or so, and no longer needed tucking in at night. Nick silently padded across the kitchen, and slipped out onto the back deck. He was hunched over, comically, like a thief on a Saturday morning cartoon. Nick's bare feet were silent on the wooden stairs, and he startles slightly at the feel of the cool grass. He slunk around the house, and peaked through the fence. No one. He turned around, the coast was clear. Nick snatched the suit off the fence, and pressed it to his face, in haling deeply. The heady, musky scent of sticky girl-cum hit him, intoxicating him. He breathed in the scent of this gorgeous goddess, the memory of her fingering herself,; her slight, little moans through her parted lips. Nick couldn't get any harder, remembering the sight of this morning, and the scent of her setting his brain on fire. Suddenly, the back light came on at the Taylors' house. Shit. There might have been faster nineteen year olds somewhere in the world than Nick was that night, but certainly none in this country. Off like a shot, he hauled it to the house, rounding the corner onto the back deck, skidding on the wooden surface. His heart beating like a drum, the blood pounding in ...
    his ears, he breath coming in raw and ragged gasps... he realized the problem. He looked own, and there. clenched tightly in his fist... that red bikini with white polka-dots. Fuck. Me. * * * “Ashley, honey,” Aunt Lisa began, “I'm going to toss a load of laundry in after dinner, if you have anything that needs washed.” “Oh, okay. Yeah, I do have a few things, let me go grab them and toss them in the basement.” “Thanks, dear. Could you bring down the hamper from the main bathroom while you're up there?” “Sure, Aunt Lisa,” Ashley replied helpfully. She jogged up the steps, and turned into the guest room which would be hers from the remainder of the summer. The room looked out over the backyard, and the read deck of the Taylor's house. Ashley grabbed a pair of shorts, a few t-shirts, a pair of jeans and some socks to toss in the wash. Hmm... she thought to herself. Anything else? As she stood, pondering the ever important list of laundry needs, she saw a shape moving in the backyard. It's Nick! Just as she leaned towards the window to see what he was up to, she saw him snatch her bathing suit off of the fence. Shit, that's what I needed. She tilted her head to the side, watching him, her hair falling slightly over her shoulder. Nick pulled the suit up to his face, and inhaled deeply. Oh my god. He's... no! Ashley had always been very self-conscious of her scent, and the couple of boyfriend she had had, she always kept from getting too close to that area. She was terrified that ...
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