I thought I would be fine living on my own in thislittle town, miles from the nearest city. It was a smalltown where everyone knew everyone, and I soon foundmyself very popular as neighbors and neighbors ofneighbors came by to introduce themselves. Every womanwanted to know who I was, and every guy came by to tryhis luck. One guy didn’t.
He was friendly, but not overly friendly, not creepy orsleazy like many of the guys who tried their looks andlines on me. I heard some old classics and one or twogood ones, but I really wasn’t looking for anyone new.I’d barely got out of a relationship, which was the mainreason I had literally run for the hills.
The friendly guy was Greg. He was a quiet man who livedwith his twelve year old daughter in the house next doorto mine on the edge of town. His wife had left him yearsago for a builder from a few towns over. Oh, the glamourof a builder! But I knew that once you get past thebiceps there’s just nothing left to keep you interested.My Ex had been builder.
We just had nothing to talk about. Greg was a writer, Ifound out at the local store. People said he had been sodamaged by his wife leaving him he never seemed to date,although he did go out of town quite a lot ‘ Somethingto do with his writing.
We got talking over our fence, just passing the time ofday. Greg was an interesting guy. He was quick witted,mildly charming and a little awkward around women. He’dbeen out of circulation for a long time. Six years! Howthe hell had he coped without sex for six Goddamnyears?! I can’t cope with more than a month!
Anyhow, I had been in this idyllic town for a littlewhile, maybe a month. The sky was mostly blue, themountains were high and the lake in the valley glistenedwith the ever present sun. Even winter was sunny, theytold me, just damn cold. My house was further up thehill than Greg’s, boasting a porch which I loved sittingout on and reading a book in the evenings.
I was living off my savings, taking some time to getmyself back together. My ex and I had been saving forfixer-upper house which we could buy and he could fixup. I’m kind of useless at anything beyond paintingwood. But here I had nothing to do, nothing to fix. Icould just try to get back to being me. You always losesomething of yourself when you are in a relationship, Ithink. So I was getting back to being me.
From my porch I saw Greg’s pretty 13-year-old daughter,Madison many a time. She was a pretty young thing,small, dark, with a loose bob, but always dressed indenim shorts and T-shirt she was starting to outgrow, ifyou know what I mean. I thought fondly of myself at herage. It was a time when I was still into riding my bike,climbing trees and reading comics.
It was also a time when my body was developing, growing,and I was noticing feelings and sensations I never hadbefore. Looking at her at play filled me with thosememories. She would look up and catch me looking at herand she would smile warmly and go back to playing,usually with her dachshund puppy.
Once or twice she came up and we chatted, like an auntwould to her niece, relishing her innocence, her quirkyquestions ‘ curious, but innocent. We would talk andlaugh until the sun was golden, on its way down, itslast light catching the gap between her teeth as shesmiled beautifully.
Then Greg would call her in for the night and she wouldsay her hurried goodbyes and scurry off down to her ownhouse. I would watch the sun being eclipsed by themountain across the valley and soon lose all its power ‘Time to go inside. I would invariably fill a bubble bathand relax by candlelight, a glass of wine and my everpresent book still on the go.
It was one such night I looked out the window over thedarkness of the streetlights below, like strings offireflies dancing through the lower valley, an everpresent glow from the strip that passed for Main Streetin town. Sipping my third glass of an oaky Chardonnay Inoticed something through the magnifying glass. It wasMadison. She too was taking a bath, but hers was by thestark amber of a tungsten bulb. I smiled as I watchedher wash ‘ Simple pleasure. Then she stood up, her nakedlittle butt to me, and reached for a towel.
I watched her get out of the bath and was somehowmesmerized when she turned and I saw her perky littlebody, small but perfectly formed. She had a full figurealright, fully rounded pouting little puppy dog tits, aflat tight washboard tummy and a triangle of darknessjoining her athletic legs. She was perfect!
I smiled, feeling not the slightest guilt at seeing howthis lovely girl was developing. She wrapped the towelaround herself and left the room, switching off thelight for the commercial break, I thought, thinkingsimultaneously that I’ve watched far too muchtelevision.
I figured that was my cue too. So I got up out of mylong soak, before I started to prune. I wrapped my owntowel around myself and walked into my bedroom. I have alow lamp that I noticed the first day had an old candlebulb struggling a pool of dim light into the room. But Iliked it. It was a small pool of warmth in a dark woodenroom, no carpet on the polished floor boards underfoot.I had left it on before I took my bath and it comfortedme as I slowly dried my naked body in its dim glow.
After my hair, I had started on my arms. I always lookout over the valley if it’s still dusk, or back atmyself if it’s dark outside ‘ my naked reflectioncompartmentalized into several window panes of black andgold. This time I noticed another golden rectangle justdown the hill. It was Madison again, this time in herbedroom. She too was naked and bathed in goldenlamplight. But she wasn’t drying off. She was sitting ina wickerwork chair and she was looking right at me.
I stopped a second, trying not to let on I’d seen her,but surreptitiously steeling a look as I daubed mybreasts with the towel. To my surprise, I saw littleMadison with her feet up on the chair, her taut littlelegs open like wings. She reminded me of a little goldenfrog sitting there like that and I had to hide my smile.But she looked beautiful. As I moved to my legs I raisedone to the chair so I could smooth sensually down oneleg, showing off ‘ You will be like this one day.
It was then I noticed how she was rubbing herself as shelooked at me. This wasn’t well practiced, I know exactlywhat I’m doing and I like it, rubbing. No, this was Ilike it but I’m not sure why rubbing. Both hands, allfingers ‘ Like she was trying to stuff a foot long subdown her non-existent panties! I hid my amusement asbest I could; turning away as I swapped legs. I couldn’thelp it, though, as I realized I was the subject of thislittle voyeur as much as I too was her own inadvertentvoyeur, I smoothed up my inner thigh and toyed throughmy curls.
I snuck a glance at my little peeper. Yeah, this waswhat she wanted. I could see her stuffing that imaginarysub more urgently now into her crotch. Poor little chickhad no idea how to really get herself off. I felt sorryfor her, while at the same time being amused and touchedby her innocence and her burgeoning sexuality. And as Itrailed through my womanly curls, unkempt and grownsince my break up with Daryl, I felt the strangestfeeling.
Beautiful little Madison found me the object of hersexual affection, and deep inside me this excited thehell out of me. I couldn’t believe it as that definitestir of excitement happened deep inside me and I feltthat dull ache creeping through my loins as theymoistened with my excitement. Holy Cow! ‘ I was wet!
I continued myself ministrations, sneaking a peek at mylittle voyeur as she rubbed herself to silliness. Shethought I saw her and covered up for a few seconds untilshe was sure I’d not spied her little sex show. It wasthen I noticed the light go on in the bathroom next tolittle Maddy’s room, and in walked her Dad wearing onlyboxers. I was piqued. I watched, now toying openly withmy lady blossom as I spied the guy divesting himself ofhis boxers and running a fresh bath for himself.
He was well proportioned, not bad for early forties, nottoo thin, not fat. His shoulders were wide. I likedthat. And the fact I could see his equipment from whereI was, was an encouraging element that gave me an extrathrill. His thigh muscles were clearly defined. He musthave done a lot of hill walking round about to get themso well shaped that I could spy them from where I was.
I watched him get in the bath. He didn’t waste time butgot to washing his taut skin straight away. I lovedseeing his broad palms rub soapy over his torso, underhis arms, his legs. He washed his hair, slinking down todunk his head. And then he washed his face. It was somatter of fact, so direct, so masculine. I feeling myjuiced up pussy lips seeping and felt a drip upon myinner thigh just above my knee. Greg was hot! And Iwanted him!
I was, by now, circling my girl, teasing her out toplay. I looked back at Madison and she was in the throesof a big cum. Good on ya, girl! You go for it! I flickedto her Dad and saw the best sight ‘ Greg was feeling uphis soapy length! This sent me over the edge intomindless lust. I started to strum my beautiful bean,just little ones at first, like a guitar learner doing anew chord. But when I looked back at Maddy she was goingfor it again. That little nubile was really going forthe record. And flicking my eyes from one window to theother I watched father and daughter masturbating, eachseparate, each secret ‘ but I could see, and it was sofucking hot!
I had to sit. So I did, perching my feet one each corneron the window sill as I leant back and displayed mywares. I’d never been so publicly brazen. Anyone passingcould have seen me, but only little Madison was looking.I played one hand over my swelling mounds, my nipplestingling like sherbet fizzles on the tongue. I felt thearch of my spine, touching that sensitive spot at thebase, above my shapely ass. I followed the curve of onecheek as it came around and became my slender leg, overits taut tanned skin to my knee, around it, and then upthe inside of my tingling thigh.
I could barely cope as I touched myself again. Littleshudders coursed through me like mini fits. But theburning below was so hot. My inferno was sizzling myeffervescent skin outward from my white-hot bean. Myhole gulping for something to fill it. Fingers! Yes, twofingers, straight in! Delving deep! Thrusting as far asI could reach and tormenting that other spot, theflipside of my ballistic bean! Oh, Fuck!
One hand with fingers deep ‘ the other now polishing myshiny button to a brilliant glistening ecstasy! Istarted to rock on that rickety wooden chair, biting mylip, but for what reason I don’t know. I looked up tosee little Maddy as furious as me, not knowing what thehell she was doing but doing it all the same! Her littlelegs splayed like the pages of her open book, she rubbedlike panic upon her searing sex. Her head flew back as Iwatched.
Next door, her Dad was clearly reaching his own squirtfest, his head titled back on the warm porcelain bathtubrim. His daughter was rocking! I wondered if she wasletting out audible moans and whines, but I was toopreoccupied to find out. With my own furious finale Istrummed a flamenco on my crying clit and buried myfingers deep inside me as I felt the rush of cum surgethrough me ‘ burning my skin with sweet sensations as Igasped and screamed my orgasm.
I was still buzzing with fizzling flesh and red hot lavaoozing from my hot wet fissure as I looked at Greg andsaw his painfully exquisite cum face as a jet of pearlwisdom arced through the air and presumably landed onhis chest. This just set me off on another furiousencore, my fingers a blur upon my sopping sex. Maddy waswith me, bucking and gasping as she too came to arapturous elation, her cute little ass lifting off thechair and trying to insinuate her fingers inside. Butlittle Madison hadn’t thought that far ahead and justbucked like a bronco, and then I saw the best thingever.
As little Maddy and I blissfully reached that euphorictranscendent state, both of us thrusting our netherregions at the warm night glass of our bedroom windows Isaw the unmistakable sight of liquid cum spray upon thewindow, and Madison was the little faucet doing thespraying. It was one long and unbelievably sexy squirtof girl cum splashing and running down her smearedwindow. I couldn’t contain myself and I shuddered liquidjoy inside my womanly womb and gasped a last gasp of airbefore I collapsed on the chair like a rag doll.
It was several seconds before I noticed movement in thehouse below. Greg had leapt from his bath and run out ofthe room. He burst into Madison’s room with concern ofhis face and wearing nothing else but soap suds and aboner. Madison too was slumped, but her Dad’s entry hadmade her eyes shoot over her should and I guessedstraight to her Dad’s boner. She must have screamed outin ecstasy, and dutiful Dad ran to his daughter’s aid,only to find her recovering from the best cum of hershort little life.
They said a few things to each other, but I was struckby how neither seemed to cover up for a few seconds, asthough each had secretly wanted to see the other andhave the other see them too. Then they both looked inunison straight at me. I too waited the appropriate timebefore I closed my legs demurely and covered my breastscoyly. But they were both transfixed, and so was I.