Voyeur Love
Jack woke up at 5:30 AM on the button. He did so every morning, like clockwork. He opened his drapes, and sat in his chair, looking across the narrow space between his house and the one next door. He was 65 years old, and by some standards, was an old man, though he didn’t feel that old. He still walked two miles every day, played a mean game of golf and was active in several community service groups. But one of the highlights of his day was about to begin. He watched the window across from him, intently. His room was still darkened, and he sat back, behind the shades so he couldn’t be seen.
Weekends with my Daughter
Hi Daddy she called out to me as arrived at my house for the weekend, Hi Sweetie I said as I gave her a quick hug and kiss hello. Being divorced was hard on me not being able to see my daughter’s pretty face everyday and listening to all her stories from her days adventures. Meghan is a petite girl with long brown hair and sky blue eyes, standing at 5′ 1″ she was a prettier version of her mother, at 112lbs she was a far bit lighter as well.
Young Slut
I was 15, working as a camp counselor for a summer daycamp near where I lived. It was pretty sweet for a first job, you got to basically play kickball and dodgeball all day for money. The only problem was that the older kids in the 6-14 range weren’t that much younger than some of the counselors, so they gave you all kinds of shit.
One such kid was Kari. Kari was 13, and had the thin body of a track runner, topped off by small b-cup breasts. She wore low cut tank tops and flaunted herself often, making the older male camp goers, and some of the counselors have to adjust themselves.
Katerina’s Visit
I waited outside the gate at the airport, looking for the little beauty that had flown across the country to meet her “pen pal” and spend the weekend. Katerina had written me about some of my stories and how hot they had made her feel, and I had politely responded, but then we took up a serious pen pal exchange, and before long, she had agreed to come for a visit. I saw the tiny brunette coming down the walkway, and recognized her, immediately. She was wearing a light summer dress that stopped just above her knees, and had a huge smile when she saw me. She carried a small overnight bag with her. I looked like any father meeting his daughter, arriving home from college, and I gave her a hug; but of course, I was not her father. I was soon to be her teacher. She looked excited, nervous and perhaps a bit afraid, but I also knew she was very turned on by this meeting. So was I.
A Hot Afternoon
We meet, quite by accident, on a hot city afternoon. We have both retreated into an air-conditioned art auction house to escape the heat outside. A guide is discoursing about the nude statues in erotic positions that will be sold at the next sale to a group of potential buyers.
I notice you immediately. You’re wearing a light summer dress, low neck fine and fairly shear. Smart considering the heat outside. From behind, I note your beautiful legs that meld into the gorgeous curve of your buttocks. Stunning.
Daughter’s Accident
When Chelsea was nine, her mother died of cancer, and I was left to raise her alone. This was not a problem, because Chelsea was smart, active, cute and all around, a “good” little girl. She was growing to be the spitting image of her mother, with bright red hair, brilliant blue eyes and a smile that would light up the room.
When Chelsea was younger, up until about the age of six, I would bath her, periodically, but she was just a cute child, and not the object of any sexual attraction to me. Her mother and I had a terrific and varied sex life until her illness, and after her death, I had no particular interest in other women, though I dated, occasionally, and had even bedded one or two women. When Chelsea turned ten, I began talking to her about the “birds and the bees”, and explaining sex to her on a very basic level. From time to time, an issue would come up, and I would explain more to her, and we had an open communication. She could ask any question, and I would explain it to her as completely as I could.
Bucket Seats
I just love bucket seats. The girls have a hard time getting out of them discretely. Plus with a two-door car the seats lift forward to let people get into the backseat and that is even harder for the girls to get in and out of gracefully. I love to be polite and hold the seat or the door for them just so that I can look up their skirts at their panties. That is if they are wearing any panties.
Next Door
For me living next door to Judy and Dave was like having a younger brother and sister. Ok, technically we didn’t live next door but across the street from one another. Well, actually we lived diagonally from each other but that doesn’t really matter. But since we live on farms in the country we have been best friends forever. Or for as long as my 15 years can remember. Judy and Dave are twins just a year younger than me and the three of us have done everything together. We have participated in 4-H, waited in the snow for the school bus, ridden the bus home to do late afternoon chores and in the summer camped out by Swenson’s Creek. We have always been good friends. I love living on a farm because there is such freedom. At times I miss the town things… going to the movies… hanging out with friends… or just walking the mall. But Judy and Dave make up for that most of the time.
14 year old and another woman
Introduction: As a 13 year-old I blackmailed a neighbor’s wife into fucking me. Over time we had two children, then she joined a church and we ended our relationship. But when one pussy closes, another is opened.
Leann’s baby was taking a lot of time away from our fucking, plus the other two kids were getting bigger now and always in the way. I was lucky to fuck Leann three times a week. I also had been getting a few paying jobs, painting houses for folks in town, and that had kept me somewhat occupied.
Just Friends
Though it sounds silly, I get excited driving to his house. I can’t help but think about how much fun we have as I turn onto his street, eager to give him the book I’ve been working on. I can’t say the plot is really something to brag about, but he enjoyed reading it, so I’m happy to give him a hand-bound copy. As I pull up, I see him standing outside with his brothers and their friends. As if my arrival is their cue, they quickly jump into their respective cars and pull away before I can even say hello.
