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 Mf, MF, exh, D/d, role

   This is the first chapter of an older man who finds himself thrust in
the midst of new sexual experiences.  He is so alarmed to learn all the
twists and turns to all the different sexual things out there, especially
the proclivity of so many younger Ladies.

   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   This story is in no way based on any actual events, and is completely
fictional, as are the names and places, and should not be confused with any
person, living or dead.  This story is a fantasy; fantasy is fantasy,
reality is reality, please know the difference.  In no way is this story
meant to condone or encourage actual behaviors.

   VIEW ACROSS THE ALLEY-Chapter One by Blade c September, 2015

   Yes I knew that it was too early in the day to be chugging down a beer.
Then this sweltering heat was getting to be a bit unbearable.  What was
this now, day five or six of the temperature being in the triple digits?  I
had replaced the pads on the swamp cooler and I had gotten the best
available.  I opted to upgrade the pump as well.  Still no relief in sight
as the house was basically like an oven.  Well my bladder was calling me so
I walked down the narrow hall and into the bathroom to take a needed piss.
Walking back into the hall I saw the chain dangling overhead.  Then doing
the imaginary palm to the forehead, my light bulb went on.  I was like DUH!
How could you have been so dumb?  Every Spring I open the shutters in the
attic and every fall I close them shut.  However this Spring I must have
been brain dead as I never thought to open the shutters back up.

   Pulling the chain down and towards me the stair case came down and along
with it a mega blast of heat.  It suddenly became so hot that it almost
took my breath away.  Trying to steady myself along the wall I went up the
stairs.  Once I was up and on my knees I began to crawl to the front
shutter.  I could feel the sweat rolling off of me.  My thought was it must
be 120 degrees or more up here.  My breathing was getting labored as
catching my breath was getting harder to do.  I undid the latch and pulled
the shutters to me.  Almost instantly it seemed like a battle with the hot
air trying to escape and a much cooler breeze trying to replace it.  I
latched the shutters into place and slowly caught my breath again.  It was
still hot as hell but a big relief as well.  I felt too weak to stand up
and walk across the floor so slowly I crawled to the back shutter.  Again I
opened it and the hot air began to escape.  Now there was a passage way and
the cool air was finally circulating.  Although still very hot up there the
bit of breeze blowing across my sweat soaked shirt did feel very good.  I
knelt there my face against the screen trying to catch the entire available
cool breeze passing through.  I leaned back and latched the shutters in
place.  Well dummy, I thought.  This little "discovery" will make a big
difference inside the house now.

   I was getting ready to stand and go back down the stairs when some
movement caught my eye.  There directly across the alley was a young girl
in her back yard.  She appeared to have just walked out the backdoor and
was going towards a lawn chair in the middle of the yard.  She seemed to be
carrying a tote sack in one hand and a large mug in the other.  She set
them both down on the side of the lawn chair.  This was one of those sling
type lawn chairs with an adjustable back and arm rests as well.  She pulled
a towel out of her tote sack and spread it out.  Then she bent over and
pulled out a bottle from the sack.  Pouring some of its contents into the
palm of one hand she set the bottle down and began rubbing the stuff all
over her body.  Must be sun tan lotion, I mused.

   She put one foot up on the lawn chair and began working the lotion up
and down her leg.  This is when I began to take notice as to her body. 
Quite sure that she was pretty young.  She was wearing what I think they
now call a string bikini.  They leave little to the imagination.  Then this
girl did not seem to have much to "show" as it is, I thought.  She took the
one foot down and placed her other one up.  Well she did have nice long
slender legs, almost skinny really, but they did have a decent shape to
them.  Then her being bent over she still had no sign of a belly.  So yes
skinny she was but not someone that I would call anorexic.  Having covered
her body in tanning lotion she put the bottle away.  Pulled some way too
over sized sunglasses on and reached back in the sack and pulled a magazine
out.  Turning towards me I got a got a great view of her front.  Well no
tits at all it seemed.  Then like I said she seemed quite young, although
there was a bit of a curve in her hips and a slight bubble in her butt.  In
time she would develop into one hot young lady I thought.

   She sat back on the lounge chair and began flipping through the
magazine. I watched her for probably another five minutes.  Then I was
starting to feel like a peeping tom doing what I was doing.  So I thought I
would go back downstairs and take a quick shower.  Although I was not
sweating like before, my body was very sticky from earlier.  As I began to
rise I saw the girl place the magazine across her flat chest and place the
other hand in her bikini bottom.  Without thinking I was kneeling again. 
Yes she now had my full attention.  Although she was probably one hundred
plus feet away I still had a pretty good view of her.  She seemed to be
rubbing her mound and beginning to masturbate.  I wonder if she has any
pubic hair yet, my mind was asking.  After maybe a minute of this side show
she pulled her hand out.  She took the magazine off her flat chest and
reached in the tote sack and pulled another one out.  Well paying guest or
not, I was entered in this side show.

   There was too much distance so I could not make out anything as to what
types of magazines she was looking at.  Imagine at her age most likely one
of those heart throb teen magazines all the girls must have, looking at all
of the cute boys and swooning a bit.  Yes infatuation at that age was
always there.  She must like what she is seeing as she pulled the magazine
sideways and was looking at it.  Must be one of those pull outs, I thought.
Yes Justin Beiber, or whoever, this girl is so turned on by your picture.
As that thought was passing through my mind her hand started going downward
and past her belly button and over her bikini bottoms.  She started rubbing
herself again.  This time she seemed to be doing it a bit harder and it was
a bit more intense as well.  Then she took two of her fingers and pulled
her bottom to the side.  Now my eyes were straining as I wanted to see her
young, tight, and most likely juicy cunt.  She pulled her legs up and her
knees were high in the air.  From where I was she seemed to be working her
middle finger in and out of her cunt.  The more I watched the harder she
seemed to be fingering herself.

   I went to rub my crotch and suddenly realized just how hard I was.  Then
I was so enjoying the show this delightful little girl was putting on for
me.  I undid my pants and pulled out my cock and began to stroke it.  It
had been years since I had jacked off.  Then it had also been years since I
had ever been this turned on and with a young teenager at that.  With her
free hand she tossed the magazine towards the tote sack.  Then she put it
under her bikini bra and started rubbing her almost nonexistent breasts. 
She was starting to squirm in her chair.  I knew she was close to reaching
an orgasm.  Then I was thinking, at what age can these young girls start
achieving orgasm?  Well one thing for sure is that this old fucker was
jacking off along with her playing.  She pulled her butt off the chair and
pushed it into the air.  Her hand and finger was working so hard and fast
that it looked like it was almost slow motion.  About that time the feeling
started taking over my own body.  I felt myself start to quiver as I jacked
off like I was a teenager with blue balls.  Soon I found myself squirting
rope after rope of my cum, some up to two feet away.  I had totally lost my
breath.  Gawd was this good or what!  I thought.

   Looking back down at the girl I could see where her butt was now resting
on the chair.  Then her body was glistening with sweat and she appeared to
have lost her breath as well.  I put my now soft cock back in my pants and
zippered them up.  She sat up and took some gulps of whatever she had in
her mug.  Then she stood and began putting everything back in the tote
sack. She picked up the towel and tried patting herself dry.  Picking
everything up, she walked back towards the house and went in.  A bit wobbly
I stood up as well.  I imagined the girl would be going in to take a cool
shower now?  Then as I reached the bottom step and lifted the stairway back
into position I thought yes a shower would definitely do me good as well.

   Then the truth of the matter is I headed straight to the kitchen and
grabbed myself a beer.  I felt like I might have had a heat stroke of
sorts, or would that have been a double heat stroke?  First the
unbelievable furnace-like heat going up into the attic, and then the second
melt down in discovering the young girl across the alley and watching her
play with herself.  Most likely it took less than two minutes to finish the
beer and off to the bedroom I went to strip and then take a much needed
cold shower.  Yes the shower did wonders in so many ways, not to mention
getting me clean as well.  Well clean on the outside but my mind was now
conjuring up some fairly dirty thoughts as to the girl across the alley.

   I hadn't been living in this house but about six years.  Through an
inheritance, a bit of luck, well placed stocks, and hard work I was allowed
the luxury of retiring early.  I pretty much kept to myself.  I was not a
loner nor was I a big social wannabe.  Most of my neighbors I knew by the
vehicles they drove or the pets they walked.  On occasion I would have a
short chat picking up my mail on the corner.  I had never been married. 
Yes very tempted a couple of times but always got cold feet.  Now yes I do
love the Ladies I just don't seem to love them that much.  Right now I
basically had three Ladies that I saw on the average of once a week.  Not a
job but yes they did manage to keep me busy.

   Putting on a clean pair of jeans and a tee shirt I put my house slippers
on and went to the front room.  I had a few things I needed to do on the
computer plus pay a couple of bills as well.  All this new internet and
electronic stuff had made me even more of a hermit.  I went to check on a
couple of the stocks I had invested in.  Not much change there the usual up
or down a couple of cents daily.  There were a couple of other stocks I had
footnoted to watch.  Then my mind was so lost and in a daze of sorts.  No
matter how hard I tried to focus and concentrate it just wasn't there.  My
mind kept on going back to the girl across the alley.

   I got up and went and pulled the chain and the stairs came down.  The
heat hit me but nothing in comparison to earlier today.  Going up I
ventured to the back shutter and looked out.  There was nothing there, just
the one lonely lawn chair in the middle of the back yard.  Yes I was
disappointed then what was one to expect?  I went back downstairs and
turned my computer back on.  I could not shake the image of that young
girl, butt arched high in the air and her finger fucking herself.  Yes I
did watch porn on occasion then it never turned me on like the girl across
the alley did.  So what did I do?  I went and watched more porn for most of
the afternoon.

   Two more times that afternoon I ventured back into the attic.  Each time
I was greeted by the lonely lawn chair.  I rarely ate out.  I figure I can
cook as good as most and at a much cheaper price.  Then I knew I had to
break the monotony here.  I went and got in my pickup and drove towards
Main Street.  Was not really hungry, and so I was not really sure what I
wanted to eat.  Up ahead I saw a sign for Hooters.  I had never been in one
just heard a few stories and read a bit about them.  Then I thought a
burger and fries and a beer might just hit the spot.  Well, what I had
heard about Hooters was basically true, they all had "Hooters" and they
were all basically on display.  The place was fairly packed with the usual
middle aged white collar after work crowd.  I opted to sit at the bar and
kind of take in all the "sights".  Most of the waitresses were collage age.
Yes a lot of cuties but definitely too young for my age.  So I opted to
order the burger with avocado and bacon and seasoned fries.  Oh did I
mention a beer as well?  After finishing my second beer I motioned the
waitress for my bill.  It was a bit over fifteen dollars so doing the quick
math in my head I pulled out a twenty and left it there by the bill and
headed out the door.

   The street lights were going on as dusk was here.  Getting into my truck
I heard the giggling of someone.  Turning I saw it was actually two
someone's.  Two girls in short shorts and halter tops were playing and
kidding with each other.  They might have been junior high or high school
but they sure were hot.  I shook my head, got in my truck, started it and
drove off.  On the way home I kept asking myself, what the heck was wrong
with me?  A bunch of fine looking college girls working at the restaurant
and I saying yes cute but too young for me.  Then in the parking lot some
definite jail bait and I thought they were hot?

   After arriving back at my house I got comfortable and laid in bed with
an unfinished National Geographic magazine.  Thumbing through it I saw a
section on the National Spelling Bee.  Well what would interest me as to
the National Spelling Bee?  Actually nothing if it weren't for the pictures
of some of the young lady contestants.  So I flipped back and forth and
finally decided I needed some sleep and turned off the light.  Sleep didn't
come easy but it eventually found me.

   The next morning I woke up to find myself even more tired than when I
had gone to bed.  On the positive note, I also found myself awake with a
massive hard-on.  Yes at my age waking up like this is more the exception
to the rule.  I felt sweaty so I decided to take a cool morning shower
before breakfast.  With breakfast done I started to contemplate my day. 
Yes the yard did need a bit of work but nothing really out of shape out
there.  So I decided to boot my computer and check things out.  Well the
usual spam mail but I do sort through it as I have found at times that a
"good" email finds its way there.  Then this morning there was a lot more
than usual.  Looking at the page I had twenty eight emails in my spam where
normally it may only be as high as ten.  Then most were all porn related.
Not sure how they do it but you look at their site and they now seem to
have your email address.  So looking at the headers I saw where I could buy
me a Russian Bride, or a MILF only two miles away wanting to give it up,
and yes some of young teens wanting older men.  I just pressed delete,
delete, delete and they were gone.  In my regular mail was my regular mail.
There was an email from a friend across the coast.  A couple of offers on
stocks and so forth.  I shut the computer down and went out the back door.

   I got the weed eater out and started trimming things around the yard. 
It looked like it was going to be another scorcher, so it was good that I
was out early and beating the heat.  After about fifteen minutes the weed
eater died; I had run out of gas.  Going to my tool shed I saw where my gas
can was empty as well as no mixing oil.  I grabbed the gas can and went
through the house and got in my pickup.  Stopping at the convenience store
I used my credit card to turn the gas pump on.  Since I was already there
once I had put the two gallons of gas in my can I opted to fill the truck
up as well.

   Once this was done I went to replace the handle.  About this time a
silver convertible drove up with a young redhead inside.  Glancing at her
as she exited her car I thought as to how young she was.  Then she was old
enough to drive so most likely she had a license as well.  She had on a
pair of super short and tight shorts.  Then her top only went down to her
belly and her perky tits kind of poked through.  She glanced back at me and
smiled.  I returned the smile and then on cue I turned and got back in my
pickup.  Sitting down I felt a slight bulge in my jeans.  Geesh, here I go
again and this jail bait so tempting to me.

   I drove off and headed towards the hardware store.  Once inside I knew
where they had the mixing oil.  Walking past the plant section there was
another young girl watering the plants.  She was a bit plump but cute as
well.  She greeted me and asked if she could help me.  Well I knew where I
was going and what I wanted.  Then I replied, "Where do you people keep the
mixing oil for the weed eaters?"

   She put the water spout down and replied, "Come follow me and I will
show you." She took the lead and I watched her big ass do a bit of shaking.
We got there and then she asked, "Do you know what type you want or what
size of oil?"

   I looked at the shelf and then pointed down and said, "I guess I will
take the six-pack of oil there." She bent down to pick it up and showed a
bit of cleavage.  Now this I liked.

   "There you go," she said handing it to me.  "Anything else I can get
you?" "No that is all," I replied.  "But Thank You for all the help."

   With that I turned and went to the checkout counter.  Well I was in
"luck".  The lady behind the counter was most likely in her sixties and a
bit obese.  She was pleasant enough but I did feel a bit of relief in her
not being a lot younger and my mind thinking all the wrong things.  I went
and got in my pickup and headed home.  I turned the radio off and went to
thinking.  What is wrong with you?  Twenty four hours ago you would have
never given those young girls a second look.  Now you find yourself a bit
obsessed with them.  Once at the house I went to the backyard, mixed the
oil and gas, and filled the weed eater up.  It was already getting hot so I
opted to put things up in the tool shed and go back inside.

   I took a cold water bottle out of the fridge and went and rebooted my
computer again.  I did what amounts to my normal morning routine on the
computer.  I answered a couple of emails.  Read some proposals as to why I
must have this and that.  After about thirty minutes my "work" on the
computer was done.  I went to shut the computer off and then hesitated. 
Then I told myself why not?  So I typed in teenage girl porn.  Up popped
all kinds of sites.  So now for the next hour I surfed all kinds of stuff.

   Yes each site had the same legal disclaimer as to where all are eighteen
and of the legal age.  Then I swear some of them could have passed for
thirteen or fourteen.  So I shut the computer off and headed to the
hallway. Reaching up I pulled the chain and dropped the stairs.  This time
there was only a bit of a heat gust but nothing like yesterday.  Going
upstairs I went to the one open shutter and looked across the alley.  Well
everything was there except no sign of the girl.  Then common sense told me
it could have been a fluke and a once in a lifetime deal?

   I turned and went back downstairs.  I opted to leave the ladder down.  I
went into the kitchen and fixed myself a sandwich.  Then I went outside and
walked down to the mailbox to get my mail.  There was the old guy there
that was widowed and wanted to talk and talk and talk.  So we chatted for a
few minutes and I excused myself and walked back home.  I put the junk mail
in the trash, sorted the rest, and put the two magazines on the coffee
table.  Then I went back upstairs.  This time, however, the girl across the
alley was on her lounge chair, so I made myself comfortable.

   Having made myself comfortable I was looking around the girl and saw
that I may be a bit late for the show.  I could see three or four of her
magazines on the side of her lawn chair.  Her bikini top was pulled up and
she was exposing her barely visible nipples.  So nice and flat, I thought.
What an innocent girl this is.  Then looking down one could see she was not
so innocent.  Her bikini bottom was pulled to the side.  Her left hand was
rubbing quick and hard on her mound where one would think her clit was
located.  Then she would stop and kind of like slap it a couple of times
and continue rubbing her little mound.

   Now she slowly started to work her finger or were there two?  Gawd how I
wished I had a better seat at this show!  From where I was I could barely
see her slit.  It did not appear that she had any labia, just a slit there
between her legs so that she may pleasure herself.  Soon I found myself
kneeling forward and stretching my neck out to get a better view through
the open shutter.  I felt my cock pressing against my jeans.  What the
heck, I thought and undid my jeans to let my cock out to play.  Now I do
have a couple of Ladies that regularly entertain me, but I was shocked as
to how very hard and stiff my cock was.  This young girl across the alley
was making me much harder than any of the experienced Ladies could.  I
found that both exciting and then a bit scary as well.

   So I began to stroke my cock and could already feel a good cum on the
way.  The girl just continued to fuck herself into a frenzy with her
fingers and pinching at her tiny nipples.  Then her ass started to rise
above the lawn chair and her young cunt pointing straight into the air. 
Her fingers went to working faster and my hand was doing the same on my
stiff cock.  I wanted to cum already but slowed down as I wanted to time it
along with the girl's climax.  It took less than a minute and I could see
her cunt and ass bucking into the clear sky.  As she started to relax and
lower herself I found myself squirting cum across the attic floor.  I was
full of sweat and panting like a teenager who had just seen his first
Playboy magazine.

   As I tried to get some composure I remained staring at the young girl.
She had placed her bikini back where it went but did rub her mound a few
more times.  The little slut, I thought.  She just can't get enough can
she? Then she pulled her top back into place.  She got up and took a drink
out of her mug and began packing her stuff up.  Much too soon she picked it
all up and I watched her return to her house.  Then I did think I noticed a
certain little wiggle in her ass.

   Well the show was over and I was spent.  I could really use a nap now, I
thought.  Then I opted to take a shower after grabbing myself a cold beer.
Looking at the stove I noticed where the clock said 1:52.  Then I did not
check the time yesterday but I could not get the idea out of my head that
this might be a regular thing?  With that thought I made up my mind that
she must start each day around one o'clock.  Then I went to the bathroom
for a nice cool shower and later a nap.

   Waking up I saw where it was almost three thirty.  I guess I must have
taken about an hour long nap.  Then I just could not shake the images of
the girl across the alley.  I went and logged onto my computer.  Nothing
really of importance other then more porn spam.  So I started opening some
of them up in hopes of finding teen porn.  Yes not to be disappointed as
there was a lot.  However you had to pay if you really wanted to watch any
of the videos.  Why would I want to pay when I have a free show every day
across the alley?  I decided that I needed a break from the house.  So
quickly I changed into some clean jeans and a decent shirt.  Hopping into
my truck I backed out and just went to driving.  I had no clue where I was
going.  I just needed to go somewhere.  So about twenty minutes later I
found myself sitting on a bench in a mall across town.

   It was late Friday afternoon and things were beginning to pickup as more
and more people entered the air conditioned mall.  It was just a complete
mass jumble of people.  However I found myself seeking out only the younger
girls and yes there were plenty of them.  Fortunately for me most were
scantily dressed.  Some girls were in groups of three or four, a few were
alone, and some in a family like atmosphere.  One particular family caught
my eye.  They looked like the normal husband and wife with what appeared to
be a pair of twin girls.  Both girls were dressed identically in tight
white shorts, halter tops that barely hid their budding breasts and their
perky nipples trying to point through.  They also had three inch clog
sandals and long thin tanned legs.  My thought was if I was the Daddy I
would have a shotgun to keep the boys at bay or have them locked in the
basement.

   They went into a sandwich shop type of bar and grill.  Well it was about
supper time so I opted to follow them in.  They were quickly seated in a
booth.  I opted to sit at the bar and keep a better eye on them.  I ordered
a pastrami sandwich with fries and yes a beer.  The four people, the mom,
the dad, and the twin girls appeared to be just a normal family.  So why
was I basically stalking them?  This began to really gnaw at me.  I
finished my beer and paid my tab and left.  Looking back it was very
obvious that no one had really noticed me.  Good, I thought.  I was making
a total fool out of myself.

   On the way home I saw a billboard for an Adult Bookstore.  Geesh it had
been years since I had been in one of those sleazy places.  Then the
steering seemed to work on its own, and I found myself getting out of my
truck and walking in.  Did every porn store in the world have the same
cheap feeling to it?  Then looking around at the scant few patrons, they
all seemed to be old geezers cut out of the same mold.  I began walking
around and looking at everything on display.  All kinds of adult toys and
some I had never heard of or seen.  Then I was amazed at the size of some
of the dildos; gawd they would choke an elephant to death!  Most of the
magazines seemed to have been sorted out by themes.  Starting with the
normal man/woman and then big tits and fat asses and some inter racial and
lesbian and gay and weird insertions...  there seemed to be about anything
in the world one could imagine sexually.  Then some were getting a bit
gross for my taste, magazines specifically about enemas and pissing and
more.  Then at the end of the wall a title caught my eye, Young Tarts.

   I picked it up.  It was wrapped in cellophane so you just couldn't
simply thumb through it.  Then the cover was not shy about saying what was
inside.  First the cover "girl" looked very young.  Yes the common
disclaimer of all girls being eighteen or more.  However this one with her
cute and innocent smile and flat top...  she could have passed for much
younger.  Then I started reading through the sub titles, Losing my Cherry,
Home Alone, Waiting for Daddy, The Neighbors Little Play Thing.  Now that
one really got my cock to throbbing.

   In the next thirty minutes to an hour I found myself at the checkout
counter buying four Teen porn magazines.  Quickly escaping to my truck I
felt like a kid sneaking into his old man's pile of porn.  I drove home
thinking to myself, what the hell is wrong with me?  Once in the driveway I
went inside, grabbed me another cold beer, stripped, and lay on my bed. 
Slowly I tore the wrappers off the magazines and went to stroking my once
again hard cock.  I just could not believe how unbelievably desirable I
found these Girls to be.  Yes a lot of them you knew were legal and could
be more like in the mid twenties even though their hair was in pigtails and
they were dressed to be much younger.  Then there were some that I never
would have managed to believe were a day over eighteen.  I decided to save
my cum for tomorrow and hopefully see another show of sorts.  I pushed the
magazines aside and turned off the light.  Then I just could not turn off
the images of those girls as they continued to flash in my mind.

   Waking up the next morning I just laid there staring at the ceiling. 
Well today is Saturday guess I could go out later for one of those buffet
brunches that have become more and more popular or fix something here.  No!
I quickly snapped at myself.  You are not going to be a total fool again
like at the mall and following that one family into the restaurant!  I got
up made my way to the kitchen and put some water to boil.  Soon I found
myself sitting at the table and eating some scrambled eggs and drinking my
tea.  Looking at the clock I saw where it was barely after seven.  Darn I
thought.  That means another six hours or so of waiting.

   I added more hot water to my cup of tea and went and booted up my
computer.  The usual six to eight emails I have in my inbox and yes the
ever growing spam emails.  Thirty two this time.  I'm thinking that might
be a new record.  Browsing through my inbox I saw an email from Cathy and
opened it up.  Cathy and I go back a couple of years.  Of all places we met
at the checkout counter in the grocery store and kind of hit it off.  Never
asked her how old she was, I figured mid forties at the most.  I knew she
was divorced and had two daughters, one in her second year of college, and
one going to be a senior in high school.  We are what most would term FWB
or friends with benefits.  She has her needs and I have mine.  We get along
in many ways so a couple of times a month we visit and make the most of
things.  Opening up her email I saw where it was basically a one liner.

   'Hey let's do lunch.'

   Normally never a problem then normally I am not awaiting for an
afternoon show either.  So how do I skirt this one?  Thinking time frame
wise and still getting to see both the show and Cathy, I responded.

   'Got a backyard project I need to finish up.  How about we meet around
four?  Name the place and I will be there.' Even though we had been seeing
each other a couple of years she never came directly to my place and I had
only been to hers a couple of times.  We both seemed to enjoy our own
privacy.  I opened up my spam and it was loaded with porn as usual.  Well
the new usual the last couple of days.  Most of them quickly went into the
trash bin.  Then there were some titles that caught my attention.  Once
they were opened, most were quickly in the trash pile.  Then one of the
last ones was about a mother and daughter team.  Again curiosity got the
better of me and I opened it up.  Scrolling down you saw two very scantily
dressed ladies, one older and yes one younger.  Some with the same hair
color but that is about where the resemblance ended.  The titles were
interesting: Taking on Daddy, Sharing Our First Black Cock, and Being
Slaves for Mistress.  Yes all fake but good enough to make my cock throb.
About then I saw where an email had come in.  I sent this one to the trash
department and brought the new email up, a reply from Cathy.
'Not a problem, four sounds like a plan.  There's a new sushi place on

Union and Second, want to meet there?'

   I emailed her back, 'See you at four.'

   So my date with Cathy was set and now to wait until my afternoon show.
Thought I would beat the heat and get back to my weed eating and trimming.
See, I told myself.  You do have a backyard project.  Everything was ready
and things went smoothly.  So in about an hour things looked nice and tidy.
I put up my tools and went inside knowing I had just beaten the heat.  Once
inside I made my way to the bedroom.  I picked up the magazines that I had
purchased last night and took them to the front room.

   Sitting I started thumbing through them again.  Then this time I did
take the time to read some of the poorly written articles.  Looking at one
of the centerfolds, it had a caption 'Enter our Dream Date Contest and go
out with Jenna Cummings'.  Well quite the fake name, I thought.  Then an
idea did pop into my head.  So I booted the computer back up and typed in
Jenna Cummings and nothing.  Then I tried it again and added teen porn.

   Poof the right combination and she was on my screen.  I saw where she
had a web site so I went to that.  Read her intro, date of birth, town and
family.  She's been in the porn business a couple of years.  So doing the
math, well if she started at eighteen she is at least twenty.  I went
through the list of her movies, mostly teenage related but a lot of movies
for such a young "starlet".  Then at the bottom of the page were links that
took you to links and more links.  I was quickly learning there was a
definite sub culture and following of men and probably some women wanting
to see younger girls.  Now I didn't feel quite as guilty.  Then just how
old is the girl across the alley?  I asked myself.

   Walking back into the kitchen, I saw where it was nearly noon.  I went
and pulled the stairs down and went up into the attic.  Well nothing, I
thought.  Then yes a bit early but I did not want to be late like
yesterday. I went back down and decided to walk down the block and get my
mail.  Same old geezer was by the mail box again.  We made light chat with
him complaining as to all the heat.  I said goodbye and about half way home
I saw another neighbor, this one mowing his lawn.  He waved and shut off
his lawn mower and started even more chat.  Same subject basically as the
how hot it was with some global warming going into it as well.

   I finally excused myself and paced myself quickly home.  Going inside it
was ten of one.  I grabbed a beer and went upstairs.  Again there was
nothing so I sat and waited and waited and waited.  My beer was long
finished so I went for a refill; it was one thirty now.  Plodding back up I
sat again and continued my wait.  Pretty sure I could never be a private
investigator, I definitely no patience for that.  I finished my second beer
went back down and took a piss.  Opening the door to grab another beer I
saw where it was now 2:17.

   I shook my head in disappointment.  I felt like I had just gotten stood
up for the high school prom.  Now I took another trip back up the stairs.
Plus my memory jolt, you are supposed to meet Cathy at four for sushi.  I
waited until I finished my third beer then went downstairs and placed the
stairs up.  Getting rid of my beer can I saw where it was almost three
o'clock.  The place was not that far away but I still needed to clean up.
So in a mad dash I quickly showered and shaved.  My hair still wet, I
jumped into my truck backed up, and drove off.  But I could not shake the
nagging thought of the girl across the alley having stood me up.

   Driving into the parking lot I pulled in next to Cathy's SUV.  She got
out as I opened my door and greeted me with a big warm smile.  We walked to
the restaurant and into the cool air conditioned building.  We were quickly
seated and tried different versions of sushi.  After awhile we were both
stuffed and found ourselves pushing our plates back.  It was Cathy's turn
to pay.  Something she had insisted upon since the beginning, I pay once,
she pays next.  It really all balances out so why argue.

   Once outside Cathy leaned into my shoulder and said, "Well I sure could
use a nap, any idea where this old Lady might find a place?"

   I put my arm around her and gave her a hug.  "Follow me; quite sure I
can accommodate you." So she followed me home and soon we were both asleep
in each other's arms.  Waking up slowly I could feel Cathy sucking on my
cock.  I looked down at her and she just grinned.  "Not sure what you were
dreaming but you were rock hard and poking me."

   "Hard to say, I rarely remember my dreams."

   "Do you mind if I get on for a joy ride?"

   Before I could respond she was on top and doing what we do best simple
fucking.  Cathy must have been very much in the mood because she reached
her first orgasm rather quickly.  Then since I had "saved" myself from last
night I was right behind her.  She rolled on top of me as we caught our
breath.  My mind was still in a bit of turmoil and I asked Cathy a question
without thinking.

   "Cathy you have two young daughters and I have never had any children of
my own.  What if you found out one or both of your daughters was in the
porn business?"

   Cathy rolled over and got on her elbows.  "I have never really thought
about it.  Although I have thought of them being sexually assaulted and
what I would do to the man if I found out.  Why ask that question?"

   "Well to be honest with you the other day I was looking at some porn
sites and so many of these girls look so young, almost underage."

   "I know they have age laws now.  And yes I find a lot of it disgusting,
and then some of it kind of hot."

   "Hot?  Explain."

   "Please don't laugh at me, it's kind of embarrassing.  I have always
wanted to do a certain role play.  Maybe acting out one with me dressing up
in a school girl uniform that is very revealing and my teacher then taking
advantage of me.  Or worse one yet, one with me exposing myself and Daddy
watching.  Please don't laugh at me."

   "No I won't laugh.  It sounds a bit different but interesting as well.
Maybe we can make those fantasies true one day?"

   Cathy crawled up and kissed me.  "Yes I would enjoy that I think."

   We talked on a bit, but Cathy had to go as she had promised her
daughters that they would all three go to the movies that night.  I didn't
put on any clothes, just grabbed another beer and relaxed on the recliner.
There is a whole new world out there that I had never thought about. 
First, there was the girl across the alley and her being an exhibitionist
of sorts, and then the big following of young girls and porn.  Now there
was Cathy and her fantasies.  Quickly I dozed off.

   I woke up a couple of hours later with a bit of a chill and went to bed.
Lying in bed, I began fighting my head again.  Then like a kid going
through his Dad's porn stash, I dug a couple of the magazines out and went
to perving them again.  A few of the girls didn't do much for me while
others were total a turn on.  Looking at the clock it was now after one. 
Exhausted I turned off the light and was quickly asleep.  The next morning
I was up at 6:30 and thinking of breakfast.  Looking across the bed I saw
the magazines again, so eating was no longer on my mind.  My conscience was
really starting to gnaw at me.  Then with the realization of it being
Sunday I thought I would go to Church and seek "forgiveness".  I was not a
regular Church goer but tried to attend a few times a year.  I knew there
was a service at nine and another at eleven.  I opted to get ready and
attend Mass at nine as it was not packed like the later service.

   I walked into the Church about five till nine and took a seat in one of
the back pews.  It looked like the place was about 3/4 full when Mass
began. As normal my eyes were drifting round and round.  Only this time my
focus was aimed at the younger stuff.  Some of the girls were cute as hell
in their dresses.  Others disappointed me because they opted to wear loose
clothing and baggy pants.  The priest gave a real good sermon on redemption
and the price of getting into heaven.  When the offering plate came around
I put in twenty bucks figuring I needed to.  Soon enough Mass was over and
I felt better about myself.  On the way home I was convinced that I had
done no wrong.  After all why would God put such beautiful young girls on
this planet if we could not enjoy them?

   I stopped at the convenience store and bought a couple of donuts and
headed home.  Once I was in the kitchen I put some water on to boil and
booted my computer.  Fixing myself a cup of hot tea I sat with the donuts
and a napkin.  Again the usual 6-8 daily emails and my spam box growing as
today they were at thirty nine.  One of the emails was from Cathy so I
thought I would open it and see what it said.

   'Good Morning Sunshine, I hope you slept well.  We did go to the movie.
The kids thought it was great and I basically slept through half of it.  I
think this generation gap is bigger than they say.  I saw nothing in the
movie and on the way home they couldn't stop talking about it.  Not sure
how we are supposed to communicate with these kids now days and it make
sense?

   'Anyhow, I have been thinking really hard about our talk and my fantasy.
It was a relief off of my shoulders to be able to share it with you and you
being accepting of it.  This type of role play has been on my mind for a
few years now.  So anyhow earlier this morning I got online and ordered me
a schoolgirl outfit.  You can check www.adultschoolgirl.com to get a better
idea of what I ordered to wear.  The outfit should be here Thursday or
Friday.  So I was thinking that when it gets here I can model it for you
and we could possibly make a "date" and go from there?  Then if you think I
am a bit too naughty you might opt to spank me as well.

   'Best get breakfasts going looking forward to hearing from you.  Kisses,
Cathy'

   I really had to scratch my head a couple of times.  Yes Cathy and I have
had a thing going on for a couple of years now but she had never been this
forward before either.  Then I was totally confused with the "If you think
I am a bit too naughty you might opt to spank me as well?" My tea was
getting cold and I took another bite of the doughnut and turned my computer
off.  Yes a lot of confusing things I really needed to think about.

   I walked about a block and a half and bought the Sunday paper.  Yes the
normal couple of inches thick.  I figure this should keep me occupied well
into the afternoon plus the walk felt good as it was not too hot yet.  Back
in the kitchen I pulled out a stack of fliers and such and in the trash
they all went.  Sifting through the paper I pulled out the crossword puzzle
and went to work.  Geesh it had been quite a while since I had done the New
York Times Sunday Edition and it was a stumper as usual.  Throwing it aside
I got up and started pacing around.

   I was both antsy and nervous.  Looking at the clock it was nearly noon.
I went to the hall and pulled the stair down.  Going up I peeked across the
alley; nothing changed still the same empty lawn chair.  Then it was early.
I went back downstairs and rebooted the computer and again read the email
from Cathy.  I typed in the address she had shared with me.  Yes all kinds
of Adult Schoolgirls on that site.  Most of the models appeared to be in
their late teens or twenties but hot as hell.  Then I was really surprised
to see a few older Ladies in their thirties and forties, and what appeared
to be into their fifties, dressed just like schoolgirls and really looking
pretty hot as well.

   I started thinking as to how nice of a body Cathy still had for her age.
This might be fun and get rid of my across the alley fantasy.  Looking down
at the corner of my screen I could see where it was almost one.  I went to
the kitchen and grabbed a cold one and back up the stairs I went.  Again
nothing but I figured I would wait.  So I slowly took light sips of my beer
and waited with heavy anticipation.  Eventually the beer was all gone so I
got up and left the attic.  The clock in the kitchen said 1:58.

   Well here it is nearly two and another no show.  Then I was not going to
take no show for an answer.  I grabbed another beer and went back upstairs
and waiting.  Once I saw the back door open.  It appeared to be an older
lady and sweeping something outside.  The door was shut and disappointment
set back in.  I waited about another 15-20 minutes and nothing.  I was
starting to feel like a total fool.  So I went back downstairs and I turned
the computer back on and went for my third beer of the day.  Then it was
Sunday, I was telling myself, and already three in the afternoon.

   Sitting again at my desk I read the email from Cathy once more.  This is
the more sane approach, I told myself.  No reason I should be fawning over
a young girl at all!  I had to admit I was getting better at this Google
search involving porn.  So all together I typed in adult schoolgirl
spanking porn, and up popped literally thousands of matches.  Opening up
the first site I was not only introduced to something new in the world of
spanking, but all types of "corporal punishment".  And there was more... 
from young teenage girls to grandma looking types all with one thing in
common, nice red asses.

   It was almost four so I opted for one last look for the girl across the
alley.  As I already knew no one was there.  Pulling the ladder back up and
into place I told myself, No more!  She was not going to make a fool of me
again.

   I sat down and pulled up Cathy's email again.  Looking and reading on
schoolgirl and spanking and more really had me in a horny mood.  So I
replied to her questions.

   'I must admit that your email caught me by surprise.  Then so did your
fantasy that you shared with me.  Guess I have been living in a cave too
long?  I had no idea as to this schoolgirl craze?  Not sure why an older
lady would wish to go there but I will admit the pictures were a turn on
for me.  Then as well I googled up some stuff on spanking and found there
are some out there that like being spanked.  I never would have ever
imagined that.  Again I will have to admit that those nice red asses were
very appealing.  So you just might have me hooked there.  So I would
consider a lot of this and yes we can easily arrange this type of "date".
Look forward to hearing more from you.'

   Then I pressed send and the email was on its way.  I felt good again.  I
had a new adventure with Cathy and no more across the alley.  Mentally it
had been a challenging day.  First my waking up with the lust for the girl
across the alley.  Then now with Cathy sharing and introducing me to things
I had never thought about and so many people interested in what she calls
role play.  Just yesterday I thought a good fuck was just that.  Now I find
my mind wandering off into areas I had never considered.

   It wasn't five minutes later when I received a reply from Cathy.  Geesh,
she must be living on the email site, I thought.  I opened up her email and
read it through.  Then I was getting a bit nervous as well.  The last
couple of years we were friends with benefits which worked great for us
both.  Then now with her wording, I was reading more then was being
written.

   'I just got your email.'" No chit Sherlock!  I thought.  I just sent it.
'Anyhow I'm getting very wet with anticipation as to our "date".  This is
going to be like a dream come true for me.  I have been so much craving
finding a man to share like this for so long.  Then I do know that you will
be great about it.  When my friend Barbara shared with me as to the dynamic
of this role play I knew it was for me.  She did say that finding someone
to fill that role would be hard.  But I do know that you will fill it
perfectly.  Have you decided yet if you are going to be my teacher or my
Daddy?  Then if you do find me naughty enough will you give me a deserved
spanking?  Are you going to just use your hand or do you have a paddle in
mind?  I better quit now with all the questions.  I think I need to go
relieve myself and change.  I'm starting to feel like a giddy teenager.  I
will patiently await your reply.'

   Now I was really starting to get nervous.  At best I might get half a
dozen emails a month from her.  Then usually it was just confirming a place
and a time.  Now this is how many emails today?  Topped off with getting
wet thinking about our date?  Never had heard of her friend Barbara?  Then
what is this dynamic all about?  I will fit perfectly?  A deserved
spanking? How will I spank her?  Well this was a little too much too soon.
Daddy or teacher?  This is all going way too fast.  I decided I would think
it over before responding.  I did not want to sound all desperate like she
did and jumping right back at her.  I shut my computer down, went out to my
truck, and decided some serious drinking was ahead for me and knew just the
place.

   Waking up the next morning I had the hangover from hell.  A lot I
remembered but a lot I did not.  Luckily the tavern was only a couple of
miles from my house and even better the cops didn't bust me.  Then most was
a blur.  I almost never drink hard liquor and then ordering a beer with a
whiskey chaser does get one in trouble.  To me the best thing to cure a
hangover was another beer and that is what I did, I went and pulled one
out. Then I noticed that I was now down to two of them.  I popped one open
and quickly chugged half of one down.

   I went to the computer and booted it up.  Now I was even more confused.
First I had sworn off the girl across the alley.....................  or
had I?  Then now this new stuff with Cathy and her change of attitude. 
Wasn't it much better when we were just friends with benefits?  I had
twelve regular emails then two of them were from Cathy.  My spam box was
now at seventy one.  I shut it down and took a cold shower.  Getting out I
didn't feel great but I did feel a lot better.  I really needed something
in my gut but I was in no mood to cook.

   I ventured down to IHOP's and ate a big serving of pancakes.  Figured
all the sugar in the syrup would wind me up in a good way.  On the way home
I stopped for a thirty pack of beer.  The clerk appeared to be in her
forties.  The waitresses at IHOP about the same age as well.  Putting the
beer in the bed of the truck a little Nissan truck pulled up.  Out hoped a
young girl.  My thought was, what did you do after you got dressed?  A well
placed spitball would have covered more.  I didn't need more torture.  I
got in my truck and went home.

   Getting home I put about half of the beer in the ice box.  I thought, I
will sleep this one off.  I turned the AC on and stripped and went to bed.
Sleep came relatively easy.  I got up and it was now 12:45.  My mouth was
dry and had a horrible taste.  I went and brushed my teeth and grabbed me a
beer.  Yes great combination is it not?  My mind told me no but my legs
kept walking.  The stairs were pulled down and up I went.  I probably
hadn't been sitting five minutes when she came outside.  Yes the normal
attire, the normal mug, the normal tote bag.  It was almost like watching a
rerun on TV.  Then this one never got old.  First the lotion came out, then
the sunglasses, and now she was kicking back on the lawn chair.  She
grabbed a magazine out and went to thumbing through it.

   Before long she was tweaking at her nipples (very small, so really hard
to see).  Then her hand made its way down to her crotch and she began
rubbing.  So that was my cue to undo my jeans.  She continued to rub and I
began to stroke.  Not much encouragement was needed as I was already rock
hard when I attempted to pull my cock out.  After a few minutes of her
rubbing herself she put her magazine aside as well as her bikini panties. I
would have sworn she was now fingering herself and rubbing her itty bitty
clit.  Then from this distance all I could do was use my imagination and
see what I could see.  I now found myself on my knees, head pressed against
the window screen and hoping for a better view.

   Soon enough she arched her back and her little cunt was in the air. 
This told me she was about to cum.  So I stroked harder and faster.  Almost
as in rhythm we worked our members together.  About the time I started to
shoot cum everywhere she was working the arch of her cunt up and down. 
Trying to catch my breath she slowly sank back into her lounge chair.  We
had done it again and cum together.  I was so very excited.  Then who is
this girl across the alley?

   As much fun as it was, I knew it could be better.  Yes a lot better and
I was going to do that.  Like she always does she got up and went through
her routine and went back inside.  Then I really did need to see the shake
of her ass better.  I went back downstairs and began to formulate a plan.
Drinking the last of my beer I put the can aside and went and got into my
pickup.  The sporting goods store was my destination.

   I could not believe my luck and the girl across the alley returning and
doing another show for me.  Heading towards the stop light my light bulb
finally went on or was it wishful thinking?  OK last week a couple of shows
and how Saturday no show, Sunday no show.  Then she starts Monday off with
a show.  I was remembering back with the Lady sweeping out the backdoor. 
Well most likely she was unsupervised during the week and someone was home
on the weekends?  Yes that made perfect sense to me and I should have
thought about that earlier.  Then had I not made myself a promise of sorts
and no more watching the girl across the alley?

   I wasn't what most would call an active outdoors man.  Yes in my younger
days fishing and hunting and stuff was a fun way to share.  Then I did know
a few guys still active and Zeke's Sporting Goods was their preferred place
to do business.  I pulled into their parking lot and got out and went in.
Yes, it definitely had the feeling of a mom and pop type of operation.  I
already liked the place.  There was someone making a purchase and being
checked out at the register.  Then there was another customer and clerk
looking at a fly rod.  I knew what I wanted and looked around.  There on
the left wall towards the corner I saw them.  I walked over looking but not
knowing what I was really looking for.  I picked one up and examined it. 
Put it back and then another.

   About this time I heard the voice beside me.  "Interested in a pair of
binoculars?" It was the clerk that had been at the register.

   Well I knew that I was but I could not give him the reason why.  "Yes I
have taken up a new hobby.  I am getting into bird watching and would like
to get a better view so I thought a pair of binoculars would work great."

   "Oh yes definitely so," replied the clerk.  "Any particular type of bird
you enjoy watching or just birds in general?" Why did this kid have to ask
all of these logical questions?  I did not think in that aspect.  Maybe I
should have gone to Wal-Mart where no one will take the time to address you
much less know what they are talking about.

   "Well I have always had an interest in birds.  I like to watch them play
and such and listen to them chirp and sing.  Anyhow a couple of weeks ago I
went to the lake and sat in a shaded area and was listening to all the
birds and wondering where they were and who they were."

   "I can understand where you are coming from, my grandfather was an avid
bird watcher and used to travel hundreds of miles just to spot a specific
bird." Could I tell him the bird across the alley was my real desire?  "No
I don't plan on getting that involved.  Just mostly curiosity I want to
satisfy.  So I'll watch mostly local birds and so forth like going back to
the lake."

   "Well there is not much wooded area around the lake anymore so I imagine
a good pair of binoculars with a range of fifty to five hundred feet focus
would work best for you."

   I was now wondering if this kid had been in my attic.  The kid picked up
a pair and handed them to me.  "I think this would be a great starter set."
I put them to my eyes and everything was a bit blurry.  "OK there is the
knob in the middle work it one way or the other to get the focus you want."
In doing so everything was becoming much clearer.

   "Come follow me to the alley." Yes this kid knew too much.  "We can do a
quick test there." I followed him out the backdoor and he pointed off in
the distance.  "You see that red and yellow sign out there?"

   I could barely make out a sign that appeared to be about two feet
square. I nodded yes.  "Well go ahead and see if you can focus on it."
Again everything was a blur.  I adjusted the knob and soon could read the
small sign.  'Do not block, this door is for deliver/ pickups only.' I told
the clerk and he grinned.

   "OK that is about five hundred feet away.  Now see the smaller black and
white one over there." He pointed about half way between us and the first
sign.  I could see it but could not even make out a blur.  'Private
driveway.  No Parking', was written in small print.  Wow!  I thought. 
These are just what I need.  Then the clerk spoke again.

   "OK you see that box about 100 feet from us?" I nodded yes.  "See if you
can read the printing on the label." Focusing the knob everything became
clear.  In small letters I read 'this is the property of the USDA, please
do not destroy.' Then what was even more incredible was the fact that there
were two flies dancing on the box that I could clearly see.  Then this
distance was just about what separated me from the girl across the alley.
These binoculars were mine, I told myself.

   I looked at the clerk.  "These are incredibly clear, I really like
them."

   "They are one of our best sellers.  Then we do have even higher quality
or cheaper ones."

   "No for a beginner bird enthusiast I want to start with these."

   "Would you care to buy a book with pictures of all the birds around the
State?"

   Did he really want to know that I only wished to view one specific bird?
"Maybe later, I will be going slow with my new hobby."

   I paid the clerk and went quickly back home.  Going up into the attic I
focused the binoculars.  The backyard was pretty clean of debris.  Then in
one corner I saw a paper cup.  Adjusting the lens I read 'Jack in the Box',
and below it in even smaller letters, '10 fluid ounces'.  I felt good and
could feel myself smiling.  Tomorrow up, close and impersonal, that young
cunt was going to be mine.  I put the binoculars back in their carrying
case and laid them aside.

   Lifting the stairs back in place I marveled at the total change of no
more girl across the alley to tomorrow that cunt will be in my face.  I
booted the computer and went and opened me up a cold beer.  Going back I
could see where I was getting way behind on my emails.  Eighteen in the
regular box and almost a hundred spam emails.  Sifting through my regular
email I could see where four were from Cathy.  A lot of months she did not
share that much.  Then this was in twenty four hours.

   I opened up the oldest till the most recent.  They started innocently
enough.  'Just curious have not heard back from you.' To the last one, 'I
want to apologize I did not mean to selfishly push my fantasies on you. 
Can we just go back to being friends again?' Poor Cathy, I thought.  She is
worried and with no reason.  Then I was not going to share with her as to
my new interest in learning about one special bird.  So I started a new
email to send to her.

   'No need to worry.  Basically I only check my emails about once a day.
Then you do not normally email me this often.  Yes am still very interested
in us having our "date".  Do believe you may have really whetted my
appetite there for something new.  Then if we don't like it we can at least
say we tried and go back to our previous style.  Hope that your week is off
to a good start and looking forward to us getting together.' I reread it
and sent it.  Staring at the screen I had to ask myself, what was I getting
into?  Here Cathy wanting to take on the role of a schoolgirl.  Across the
alley an exhibitionist of sorts was driving me crazy.  Was there a huge
wreck up ahead in my life?  I shut the computer down ignoring the other
emails.  I finished my beer and headed for a much needed shower.

   Drying off I knew I was hungry but not in the mood to cook.  Throwing on
a pair of jeans and a T shirt I dialed up the local pizza place.  I gave
them my address and that was all they needed.  "Yes the regular," I told
him.  They should be there in forty minutes to an hour.  I hung up grabbed
another beer and rebooted the computer.  Once everything became current on
the screen I went back to my emails.  The latest one was Cathy, who had
already responded to my last message.  Not wanting to sound too desperate I
left it alone and went through all of the others.

   Once that was done I went through my ever growing pile of spam mail.  I
was beginning to think I was now officially turning into a perverted porn
king.  Most got thrown out and deleted while some did catch my attention. I
found myself spending about half my time looking at young girls and the
other half learning about adult schoolgirls, reading up on role play, and
learning about spanking.  The doorbell rang so I grabbed my wallet and went
to the door.

   "Pizza delivery." Now my mind went, why did you have to send such a
pretty young girl?  "That will be $10.86 and I brought change for a
twenty." Opening up my wallet I had a ten and a couple of one's, even a
five.  I pulled out a twenty.  Opening the screen I handed her the money
and she exchanged the pizza.

   "OK change for a twenty," she said as she unzipped the bag.

   I just looked at her again, "That's alright, keep the change."

   "Are you sure Mister?"

   "Yes I am sure, and Thank You for the smile."

   "You are most welcome and Thank You for the tip.  Please call again.  Oh
and I'm off Wednesday and Thursday's."

   She turned and walked back to her Honda.  Nice slim legs and a slight
flare at the hips.  Then I knew she was at least old enough to have a
driver's license.  Well if I remained standing at the door the pizza was
going to get cold.  Then what did she mean I am off Wednesday and
Thursday's?  Guess one could take it many different ways.  I set the pizza
on the kitchen table, took out a slice and went to chewing away as I stared
out the front window.

   I finished half the pizza and stuck the rest in the fridge.  Cold pizza
never hurt anyone in my opinion.  Not knowing what to do but knowing what I
was going to do I did return to the computer.  I was about half way through
my spam so I continued there.  More of the same ol same ol, some
interesting, some not.  Then I started connecting to links here and then
there.  All the while telling myself this only means more spam.  Then right
now I did not care.

   Tired and a bit weary I noticed where it was a bit after eleven.  I
usually did not stay up this late.  Then I remembered the email from Cathy.
Shaking my head I decided not to open it.  And my quick response may give
her false hopes, I thought.  I can respond in the morning.  Then here I was
interested in so much new stuff that I had never imagined existed.  I shut
the computer off and soon found myself in bed and asleep.

   Waking in the morning I found myself with a new eagerness, a lot of
enthusiasm and more in me.  Then I also knew this was all fueled by the
very fact that I was in hopes of seeing the girl across the alley's cunt up
and in my face later today.  I got up with a nice stiff cock and went and
pissed.  Yes quite the norm when I was much younger but not so much
anymore. That girl had really stirred me up sexually.  I dressed and had
some breakfast.  Putting the dirty dishes in the sink I grabbed my cup of
hot tea and went to boot the computer up.

   Sitting I looked at the clock.  It was already almost 7:30 so a bit late
this morning but also a reminder of how long until I see another show. 
Again checking out my email I saw where a second email from Cathy had come
through.  There were five other emails so I opened them.  I answered two
and trashed the others.  In my junk or spam email box was almost forty. 
Looking back and forth trying to choose between the spam and Cathy, I
opened Cathy's first email.  It was basically what I was expecting.  As to
how happy she was yet so nervous about us trying her fantasy things.  Then
as to how her friend Barbara had shared on the spankings and how she
enjoyed being used by her Daddy.  I had been reading some on Daddy/daughter
role play and was still confused by it a bit.  Then she kind of just ended
the email.  The second one was where she was so excited (again,) how she
was anticipating our "date", and that she was going to go to bed but naked
this time.  'Don't you think your little Girl is being naughty Daddy?'
Followed by spanks, spanks, and the email ended.

   All of this with Cathy was making me a bit horny and excited, then
confused as well.  Yes I was looking forward to sharing on our "date" and
learning and experiencing new things.  However, when I thought of the idea
of Cathy getting dressed up and so forth, the picture of the girl across
the alley always came to mind.  I sent Cathy a reply as to how yes I was
looking forward to us getting together for our "date" and such.  Then I did
finish off by saying yes you are being such a naughty little Girl and you
will be spanked for teasing Daddy.  I sent the email off and now wondered
why I referred to myself as Daddy?  This was all getting a bit confusing.

   I went ahead and slowly cleaned out my junk email.  Yes almost all porn
related but some of it I found a bit interesting.  I kept seeing all of
these numbers where you could dial a fantasy for ninety nine cents a
minute. I am like, WOW!  That is almost sixty bucks an hour!  Are there
horny guys out there that actually do that?  A little after nine, I had my
spam all "cleaned" out.  I had spent quite a bit of time clearing junk mail
I thought.  Then rubbing my cock through my pants I knew I was horny plus.
I went and pulled the stairs down and climbed up.  I just knew that in less
than four hours I would be watching a special show.

   I went through the attic and found an old folding canvas chair and
dusted it off and set it up.  I grabbed my binoculars and sat down. 
Adjusting them a bit, I got the best focus on the lawn chair.  Practiced a
bit with the knob and saw how I could actually get better close ups.  I was
just surprised as to how neat all of this was.  I went back downstairs and
did some computer stuff.  I was mostly checking my stocks, getting in touch
with my broker, and such.  Business stuff I needed to stay on top of to
make me a few bucks thus allowing me the luxury of excess sex time with the
girl across the alley and what looked like more involvement with Cathy.

   It was now a little bit after twelve.  I went and fixed myself a
sandwich along with some chips.  I slowly ate as I thumbed through one of
the teen magazines I had bought at the porn store.  Most every cunt shot
showed a lot of pink.  Would the girl across the alley have only slits or
more meaty lips of a hanging labia?  Some of the girls had tits while most
were mostly flat chested.  Guess this is to make them look younger?  I
thought.  There was one girl in particular that turned me on.  She had
virtually no tits but her nipples looked to be well over half an inch long.
Not sure why that turned me on?  Well in ten minutes it would be one.  I
took the magazine to my bedroom and put it by the lamp.  I stripped
completely and put my house slippers back on.  Went to the kitchen and
grabbed a cold one then opted to make it two.

   Sitting back in the attic on my chair I slowly stroked my cock and
waited for the girl to appear.  It seemed like it took forever but in a few
minutes I saw the backdoor open and she appeared.  She had on the same
bikini, the (what I knew now) light blue tote bag, and the mug with some
worn out writings on it.  Man it was like she was in the same room with me!
I thought.  These binoculars must be the greatest.  She went through her
routine of setting stuff down, putting on her sun tan lotion, and then her
sun glasses before sitting down.  Once comfortable she reached in and
brought out another magazine.  She quickly opened it up so I did not get to
see the name on it.  She flipped through pages.

   As she was doing this I scanned her long legs up and down.  Yes, a bit
thin, I thought, but she did seem to have a bit of flare at the hips much
like the pizza delivery girl.  There her hand went and she pulled the top
of her bikini away.  I could barely make anything out as the magazine was
in the way.  She discarded the magazine on the side and rolled over to pull
out another one.  What a little tease this little bitch was!  I thought, as
I could not catch a real glimpse of her budding breasts.  She flipped
through more pages and worked her nipple over with one hand.  Finally she
worked her hand down to her bikini bottoms.

   As usual she began rubbing and rubbing herself over the cloth.  Then she
pulled the cloth aside and exposed her young cunt for the first time up and
personal.  Quickly her hand covered it so yes teasing again.  But what a
fine fucking tease she was.  I needed to quit stroking myself as I was far
too horny by now.  So I had both hands on the binoculars for better focus.
Oh gawd was that hot or what when I saw her middle finger penetrate her
cunt hole.  She slowly worked her hand up and down, finger still inserted.
She tossed the magazine next to the other one.  Now her breasts were
completely exposed.

   Her finger was going in deeper and deeper.  Now she went to jamming it
harder in and out.  I wanted to see her tiny tits up closer and her finger
fucking herself.  Then the way I had the binoculars focused I could not see
them both up close at the same time.  Going back to her cunt I saw where
she now had two fingers deep inside her.  Then I saw her start to arch. 
This was my cue that she was getting ready to cum.  I lowered my hand and
started stroking.  Her ass was arched way into the air.  Her fingers looked
like pistons on a race car as rapid as they were going in and out.  I
really could not see her tits anymore because of the angle.  So I focused
on her fingers working her cunt.

   She was now humping into the air, and I knew she was ready.  Then I was
ready as well.  As she humped harder I jerked harder until I felt myself
cumming.  Oh here it was and I felt my cock shooting cum out and onto the
floor.  I jerked harder as I wanted to milk every last drop out.  I had not
realized how sweaty my hand had gotten and the binoculars slipped and fell
to the floor and slid away.  Quickly I was on my knees retrieving them as
well as covering my hands and knees in my own filthy cum.  I sat back down
and focused the binoculars.  Her body was now resting on the chair.  Guess
we both were able to cum together?  I thought.

   I could see her flat belly going up and down as she tried to catch her
breath.  Her body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat across it.  My
cock was now soft but I still stroked it.  What a beautiful baby doll, I
thought.  I could see the smile on her face so I knew she was quite pleased
with herself.  Then not nearly as pleased as I was.  She leaned forward and
started to get up.  As usual she took a big drink from her mug.  She picked
up one magazine and placed it in the tote sack.  Now I could read the front
of the other magazine.  "Barely Legal".  Well I have an issue of that!  I
thought.  Then now my mind went to was she "barely legal"?

   She got up and walked back to the house.  Now with a much better view
(thanks to the binoculars) I did see the nice shake in her bubble butt. 
She went into the house and I went down the stairs.  I didn't even grab a
beer this time; it was straight to the shower for me.  Drying off and
sitting at the foot of the bed I thought, is this becoming an obsession of
sorts for me?  I got up and put on a clean pair of jeans and a T shirt. 
Looking in the closet I knew it was time for laundry.  My washing machine
had gone out a couple of months ago and I had not replaced it.

   I went and opened up another beer.  Actually I had only drunk half of
one in the attic.  I went back to the bathroom and gathered all my dirty
clothes and headed out.  About a mile from the house was a small Laundromat
so I headed that way.  Going in I was the only customer.  I put my clothes
in, inserted the money, and the washer began.  As I went to sit a pretty
little thing walked in.  I could see her long legs and flip flops.  The
laundry basket was covering her top.  She was opposite me.  She placed her
basket on the washing machine and lifted the top on the next one.  I could
see her loading it up with her dirty clothes.  I did enjoy seeing her
pretty panties and bras.  What a total pervert I was turning into.  Then I
saw a frown on her face and she went back outside.  Quickly she returned.
She had on a half top covering what looked like some perky nipples. 
Instead of walking back to her laundry basket she walked towards me.

   "I feel like such a clutz," she stated.  "I forgot my laundry soap at
home.  Could I please borrow some of yours?"

   I was a bit shocked.  Then how could I say no?  I reached to my side and
grabbed my bottle of laundry detergent.  Handing it to her I said, "Not a
problem young lady.  Not sure if this brand will do for you?"

   She grabbed it and smiled, "Well beggars can't be choosers," she shared.
Walking off my mind now found the gutter again.  I heard the top of the lid
come down and the washer quickly filling up.  She walked back to my side
and handed me the bottle.  "Thank You ever so much I am kind of pressed for
time and going back to my apartment was just out of the question.  Oh by
the way I'm Jamie."

   She reached her hand out to shake mine.  In return I shook her hand and
she sat next to me and started chatting away.  Guess her and her boyfriend
had just had another mega fight.  The last one she promised me.  As to how
she was going to college and this summer she had two jobs to support
herself and how her boyfriend was unemployed.  I did most of the listening
and a bit of nodding.  I heard the buzzer go off and my laundry was done. I
had my dryer still working at home.  Then I thought I would invest a dollar
here and learn more about Jamie.

   "Excuse me I need to get my laundry in the dryer." Before I could stand
up she waved me off.

   "No don't be ridiculous.  Let me do it for you."

   She stood up and went and opened my washing machine.  This time she was
on "my" side of the row and the view was much better.  Yes VERY much
better. Her legs were not overly shapely but did have a nice taper to them.
Then I could basically see the crack of her ass through the shorts.  So
very edible, I thought.  Then regaining my not so "common" sense I stood up
and fished for a dollar to start the dryer.  Leaning over her a bit I began
to feed it into the machine.  Only natural (well to me anyway) I was now
above her and looking down her open top and braless breasts.  OMG!  I
thought.  They do need to be appreciated.  Feeling my cock start to throb I
knew I needed to return to my chair.  Turning I heard her say, "Thank You."

   Simple enough was my thought along with; I hope my hard on is not so
obvious?  She turned and went to her chair.  She moved it as well as
readjusted it also.  Sitting down I noticed where she had "decided" to
leave her legs a bit more open.  Actually very open.  Well in my opinion
anyway.  I got a view but not a great view.  I thought I could see a bit of
pink with the idea of no panties.  As I was ogling between her legs she
continued again.

   "I am not sure what I am going to do.  I am so fed up with all of these
guys basically my age and not able to support themselves." My eyes had
shifted and I was now more 'gentlemanly'.  "I mean if I can work why can't
they?  I have done some reading and am really considering finding an older,
mature, as well as responsible man.  Someone who can bring home the bacon
and show me some appreciation as well.  You know what I mean?"

   Really caught off guard by that last 'question', I shrugged my shoulders
not knowing exactly what to say.  My mind kept pounding on the same subject
.................................... where are all of these hotties coming
from?  Surely there are more than enough guys to satisfy them?  I was not
sure if I was speechless or stuck in lust land?  How do I answer this and
not be too forward and not look like a total jerk?

   "Well I was always brought up that the man was the head of the house. 
Yes exceptions at times then both parties always pulled their own weight."
Yes not a poetic speech but still unsure as what to say.

   "Yes I totally agree.  I pull my share plus.  I am there busting my ass
and the bastard stays home all day playing video games and texting.  Which
I am paying for his cell phone bill by the way.  When I do come home it is
to a kitchen of dirty dishes and more and he wants to order carryout."

   I could see the frustration as well as desperation in both her voice and
eyes.  Then if I would have ever had a daughter she would now be her age or
older.  Think with the right head I kept telling myself.  Be logical, be
sane.  The conversation went on.  Her washing machine had gone through all
of the cycles.  Again using the "new" freedom I had I reached over and
inserted another dollar bill into her dryer and stole a peek or more.  This
is all insane, I thought.  Then the idea of going home and jacking off
thinking of her was very much on my mind.

   The conversation continued along with my constant nodding.  She
apologized and kind of excused herself.  She got up and properly folded
everything in my basket.  Yes even my socks and shorts.  Again the view
from behind was VERY inviting.  Returning to her chair her legs were even
more open.  How is a grown man not supposed to openly drool at such a
sight? Yes it was now confirmed no panties and a wet pair of pink lips
staring at me.  She went on talking and my mind went to hoping the dryer
would soon buzz off.

   When it was done she slowly started folding her own clothes.  Then not
without "incident" picking them up she opted to show me a blue pair of
almost nothing panties.  "Geesh I am going to need to start using these as
a dust rag!" She smiled and laughed.  Then I noticed there was not a bra in
her load.  My thought was she must be great walking around braless and
those perky nipples bouncing around and unattended.

   She gathered her basket and I did the same.  Her in front of me we
exited the Laundromat.  Turning around she looked up at me and with the
most beautiful and sincere smile simply asked me, "OK I really owe you on
this one.  First the laundry soap and then you being such a good listener
and not shutting me down.  Can I have your phone number or something so
that I can pay you back?" My mind was a bit confused.  Pay me back for
what? Should I not be paying you back for the nice breast view coupled with
the open crotch shot?  Quickly she went on.  "I am really good at cleaning
up a place and so forth.  I do have organizational skills and my cooking is
not too shabby.  Hey I can even boil water." she added with a bright smile.


   Being the total pervert that I was becoming I gave her my phone number
along with my email address.  TMI is exactly what I thought.  She gave me a
quick peck on the cheek and put the basket in her car.  I slowly plodded
around to my pickup and put the basket in the bed.  I heard a slight toot
of the horn and her hand was out the window and waving.  I returned the
wave and got in my truck and left.  All the way home my only thought was,
where had I been all of these years?  What had I been missing out on?

   On the way home I stopped and picked up a burger and a shake.  It had
been years since I had a chocolate shake then this one really hit the spot.
I still could not shake the fact of so many hotties out there both young
and old.  Picking up a few things I went and took a walk of sorts to gather
the daily mail.  Luckily no one was around when I got there.  Then lucky
me, this month's issue of National Geographic had arrived.  I always read
them page per page so a couple of hours of solid reading and my mind out of
the gutter.

   Entering the front room I tossed the magazine on the coffee table and
booted up my computer.  Only four emails this time.  By now the span box no
longer counted, was my thought.  There was one from my broker and another
from another stock company.  It really made me laugh: 'we will not share
your email address.' Then how come everyone seems to have it?  As far as
Cathy, it was basically 'oh how excited I am and I cannot wait.' Why lie?
My sentiment was the same.  I combined both emails and sent my reply.  I
grabbed the magazine and went to my bedroom and stripped and lay down to
read.  Around ten I finished the magazine rolled over and turned out the
light and quickly went to sleep.  No immoral thoughts, no hard on.  Just a
normal old man tired and wanting some sleep.

   Well that was until the next morning.  Waking up with a raging hard on I
was.  Then my simple thought was going back to my teenage years and yes the
memory was good.  Thinking a bit about yesterday and more I realized that
it was Wednesday ..........  Or as some called it hump day.  Right now I
could definitely relate to that.  In an adventurous mood I decided to make
some fresh pancakes and fry up a bit of bacon.  Once breakfast was done I
was very pleased.  Everything had hit the spot.  I made myself another cup
of hot tea and booted my computer up.  Again the few daily emails along
with what was now becoming the two or more that Cathy was now sending me. I
opened the others and thought I could reply to Cathy's later.

   Once that was done and I was soon looking at some stock stuff and more.
Yes I was pleased with myself.  This was all business again like it should
always be.  I looked at the clock and it was a bit past ten.  So now my
thoughts turned as how to pass the rest of the day.  It did not take rocket
science.  In another three hours I would be "entitled" to another show from
the girl across the alley.  I fumbled around and basically pretended to do
a couple of things in the backyard as well as inside the house.  Finally it
was noon.

   I found myself stripping and getting ready.  This time about a quarter
to one I was seated in the attic with three beers this time.  Then like
clockwork she appeared.  So I got another hour long show of sexual
perversion.  Again we both got off about the same time.  This was too good
to be true, I thought.  Picking up the one empty can I went back
downstairs. As always lately I was totally confused but enjoying it none
the less.  Into a nice cool shower I went.  I needed to go to the grocery
store and buy food supplies I knew.  In doing so I was so proud of myself.
Not eyeballing the young lasses as had become my custom lately.  Quickly I
was in and out.  Arriving at home I put everything up and fixed myself a
quick burger patty with cheese and catsup.

   I decided to go out and get the mail.  Only this time I was going to
take the long route.  So facing the street instead of turning left I went
right.  Walking almost a full block I turned right again, then another
right and right again.  Now I needed to search out the house of the girl
across the alley, I told myself.  I did see a couple of people outside in
their front yards.  Some were watering; others were trimming bushes, and so
forth.  I gave my basic cordial wave that I thought was needed and
continued.  No reason to arouse suspicion I thought.  Trying to get my
bearings I started to picture the house where the girl across the alley
lived.  Walking past it I could only read the address on the front porch.
No name any place.  It looked a bit rough.  A nice scraping and a decent
coat of paint and everything would have been fine.  Mentally I registered
the address.  I knew that later I could google it and most likely find out
who exactly lived there.  In this day and age I had learned that privacy
was now a thing of the past.

   At the end of the block I turned right again.  Soon I found myself in
front of the cluster of government approved mail boxes.  Fortunately no one
was "hanging" around.  Opening the mail box it was basically all junk mail.
Then what else would one expect in the middle of the week?  I went home and
tossed most all of it into the awaiting trash.  It was getting late, but
still early.  Why not?  I thought.  So again I stripped.  Took a cool
shower, grabbed a beer and decided to lie down and take a nap.  So much was
on my mind and not a clue as to where to go.

   Waking up I saw where it was a bit after five.  I got out of bed and was
going to throw my jeans on.  Then I told myself why?  Naked I went into the
front room and booted up the computer.  Only three emails this time.  Then
two were from Cathy which now seemed to be the norm.  Whatever happened to
the maybe once or possibly twice a week?  I thought.

   I shut the computer off and went and got dressed.  In about twenty
minutes I found myself entering the same bar that I had exited a couple of
nights before.  For better or worse it was the same bartender.  Again she
looked smoking hot.  I sat at the counter and she walked up.

   "Good to see you again." My thought was I hope I did not make too much
of an ass out of myself the other night.  "The regular?" she asked.  I
smiled and nodded yes.  Like a good bartender she served me my beer and
took my money.  The place was kind of quiet then it was the middle of the
week and a bit early.  I could see a band setting up so I assumed a dance
later on.  I sipped on my beer, and then had another one, and another one.
Finishing off my fourth beer I decided it was time to head home.  I fumbled
through my wallet and pulled out a ten and left it for a tip.

   Almost at the door I heard her voice.  "Hey buddy!  Come back again." I
was not sure if she really wanted me back or another good tip?  Once in my
own bedroom I was naked and quickly asleep.

   Waking up I didn't feel too bad.  Then I almost never went to the bar in
the middle of the week.  I remembered the bartender's comment as I was
leaving which now put my mind in a whole new chain of thoughts.  Had the
world really been changing this fast sexually and I was totally unaware of
it?  I mean what ever happened to the good old fashion "hunt"?  Now it was
open season on everyone even an old man like myself.  OK, the young Lady
tending bar, I doubt that she was thirty at most.  Then let's say she is
half my age and more or less the age of a daughter that I never had.

   Then the girl across the alley definitely looked like jail bait and way
too young.  Then as much as I knew what I was doing was very wrong I was
beyond myself when I would watch the "private" shows that she was putting
on.  Then the thought intruded what if she is underage and I got caught
spying on her?  I could easily go to prison.  Was the chance I was taking
really worth it?  I mean I can get on the internet and jack off to some
porn and not get in trouble.

   At least Cathy and I were in the same ball park age wise.  Yes I was
still older than her.  We had never talked ages but I figured her in her
early to mid forties.  She still had a smoking hot body and knew how to use
it.  Hey we had been having fun for two years.  I needed to stay in my own
age league I told myself.  Then now she comes up revealing one of her
fantasies, age play or Daddy/daughter or whatever that I had never even
thought of or heard about yet it seems too big a big thing anymore.  I had
to admit looking at some of those pictures of forty something Ladies
dressed as schoolgirls really made my cock throb a bit.

   Then I recalled pizza girl the other night.  She knew she had caught my
attention and knew how to keep it.  There was no doubt in my mind that she
knew I was watching her ass as she sashayed back to her car.  My best
thought is she may be legal because she at least has a driver's license. 
Then her ending comment as to her days off?  That had really left my mind
in a quandary.

   Now what to think about Jamie?  Yes I could understand her forgetting
her laundry soap.  Hey not a hard thing to do.  Then she knew that I was
taking looks down her top at the clothes dryer.  She also knew that I
wanted to look between her legs and she would provide me just enough of a
view to get me even more worked up.  None of that was an accident.  Then to
make matters worse (better) we exchanged phone numbers and even email
addresses.  On the positive note she was in college and working two jobs
and she seemed like a hard worker and not necessarily looking for a Sugar
Daddy.

   I got up and went into the kitchen and put some water to boil.  Went to
the front room and booted my computer up.  Walking back into the kitchen I
put the frying pan on the stove.  I figured a couple of scrambled eggs and
toast along with a couple of cups of hot tea would start my day off just
about right.

   I put the dirty dishes in the sink.  Figured I would wash them later. 
Getting myself another cup of hot tea I went to check my messages on the
computer.  Had to admit my junk pile was proving just how popular this old
pervert could be.  My regular email was basically the norm and then now
four unopened emails from Cathy.  Starting from the oldest and working my
way up I began to read.  The usual how are you?  I am really excited about
us getting together this weekend and so forth.  Then the last one was in
all bold letters and a pretty light blue ink.

   'I AM SO EXCITED!!!  MY SCHOOLGIRL CLOTHES CAME IN!  I COULD NOT WAIT TO
TRY THEM ON!  YES!  YES!  YES!  I KNOW I AM GOING TO BE SUCH A NAUGHTY
SCHOOLGIRL FOR YOU TOMORROW NIGHT.  I WILL ADMIT THE SKIRT WAS A BIT
SHORTER THEN I HAD THOUGHTTHEN LOOKING AT THE MIRROR IN MY BEDROOM WHEN I
BEND OVER...?  GUESS YOU WILL FIND OUT TOMORROW.  THEN THE SHEER TOP WAS
RATHER TIGHT (BUYING CLOTHES ONLINE ONE DOES NOT ALWAYS KNOW).  HOWEVER I
DID MANAGE TO GET THE ONE BUTTON TO SNAP AND TIE THE BOTTOM LIKE I
WANTED.WOW LOOKING IN THE MIRROR I FELT SO NAUGHTY (MAYBE I DESERVE A
SPANKING)?  THE GIRLS WERE JUST OUT THERE, REALLY STANDING OUT AND READY TO
POP.  I THINK DADDY IS GOING TO LOVE THAT (WINK WINK).  WELL I HAD BEST GET
READY FOR BED.

   KISSES,

   Cathy'

   Yes she did sound a bit excited then she had me a bit excited as well. I
sent her a response basically saying as to how much I was looking forward
to us sharing tomorrow.  I stayed on the computer another hour or so doing
some real work.  Went back to my email and went through the slow process of
DELETE!  DELETE!  DELETE!  A couple of emails caught my eye.  One of them
was an email from Jamie.  The heading read 'Testing One Two'.  Opening it
up I read it.

   'Hope that I got this right?  I really want to Thank You again for
loaning me the soap yesterday and then your ear as well.  Sorry to have
been such a pest like that then I really appreciate your patience there. 
Also I feel I need to make it up to you.  I can clean house and am not too
bad of a cook I am told.  Anyhow once I know my work schedule I will get
back with you and I will not take no for an answer.

   Hope your afternoon went well.

   Jamie'

   Well I now knew that her last name was McDougal as her email address had
come in.  I typed it in and basically made her my "friend" and future
emails would not go to the spam anymore.  I would think a bit on the reply.
Then my mind went to the "Merry Maids" they had here in town for a while.
You could hire them to clean your place and they would do all the house
cleaning topless, short skirt, heels and such.  The religious zealots
eventually put enough pressure on City Hall to have them shut down.  Get
your mind out of the gutter!  I told myself.

   My stomach gave me a slight growl.  Geesh!  I thought to myself.  It was
already after twelve.  Me and my sick mischief had burned away the morning.
Opening the empty fridge I saw almost nothing in there.  I knew that I
needed to go to the store and stock up.  Well I did have a few beers in
there anyway.  I used the last of the lunch meat to throw a sandwich
together.  I grabbed a beer and sat down and ate and did some thinking. 
Seemed that lately I found myself thinking a lot and it involved females of
all ages and some not so nice sex.  I cleaned the kitchen, then grabbed two
beers and headed up the attic.  Then like the daily train she was just on
time.  Same tote bag, same mug, same bikini, and of course the same way of
getting this old man excited.

   She basically started off with the same routine.  Although now I had the
"advantage" of using my binoculars to see her even more close up.  This
time it looked like she was going through a magazine titled "Eighteen".  I
had seen that one at the bookstore as well but didn't buy one.  Next time
maybe?  I told myself.

   She seemed to be either a bit short of patience or hornier then usual as
she put the magazine aside and started rubbing on her little titties
quicker than usual.  Then who was I to complain?  So I soon found myself
undoing my pants and pulling out my already hard cock.  Oh what youth can
do to one, I thought.  Then I watched as her hand slowly went down to her
bikini bottom and she began rubbing her cunt through the fabric.  With my
free hand I was jerking at my cock and straining my eyes wanting to see
even more.  She was pulling her bottom to the side and exposing some of her
tiny cunt.  I so wanted to see more of that slit and better yet a view of
her fingers going in and out as she fucked herself.  Then again I was not
complaining.

   I did find myself needing to slow down on pumping my cock as I knew my
climax was nearing and I so wanted to again share it with the girl across
the alley.  I could see her go from rubbing up and down her slit to
inserting one finger and then what looked like a second one.  I could never
really tell because when she appeared to get that second finger in her
finger fucking got much more rapid and seemed like more of a blur that
anything.  Her ass started to gyrate and her cunt pointing to the air.  I
knew that her time was nearing and mine was already here.  I couldn't hold
on any longer.  I started to shoot my cum across the attic floor and then
watched as she humped really hard a couple of times and slowly eased
herself back into the lounge.  We were both trying to catch our breath and
I was proud as to not having dropped the binoculars this time.

   I watched as she regained her composure.  Saw her pull her bikini bottom
into place and a sudden thought occurred to me as to how I could and would
see more of her cunt.  She got everything together like she usually did. 
Then I trained my binoculars on her ass as she shook it just right as she
went back to the house.  I grabbed my half empty warm beer along with the
one I had not opened yet and went back downstairs.  In the shower I was
trying to better formulate a plan and seeing her cunt spread even better.

   Once out of the shower and dried off I booted my computer up and went
back to my emails.  There was another one from Cathy and how excited she
was and the "countdown" for our "date" tomorrow and more.  I responded as
to how excited I was as well.  I went back to the email from Jamie.  I
basically told her yes the email address was correct.  That she did not owe
me anything and I did not mind at all listening to her.  I seem to have
omitted the fact that I was so enjoying ogling at her fine body though. 
Signed it away and sent it.  Then I leaned back and the picture of the
"Merry Maids" was dancing in my mind.  Yes a bit far fetched then oh well
fantasies are free are they not?

   I threw on a clean shirt and put on my boots.  Thought I would go take a
walk and get the mail.  Leaving my yard I opted to go the long route.  The
exercise would not hurt me and I could look at the house again.  Walking in
front of the house I could see where the address on it had not changed.  I
need to Google it and see if I can learn anything there, I reminded myself.
Approaching the mailbox I saw where the old man was lingering there
................  again.  He must be awfully lonely, I told myself.  Then I
also knew I was in store for a ten minute lecture on what he would do to
fix the world if he was in charge.

   I kindly excused myself and walked back home.  Inside I sorted through
the mail and most of it went into the waste paper basket.  I booted my
computer and this time only three emails.  Well not counting my overflowing
spam box that is.  One was from my buddy on the coast and then one from
Cathy and one from Jamie.  So which one do I open first?  Well I took it in
the order they came in and opened Jamie's.  She was glad that the email
went through OK and how happy she was to hear from me.  And that in a day
or so she would better know her schedules for next week.  Then she would
tell me when she would be coming over so that she may be of service. 
Closing out the email and shutting the computer down the word service was
stuck in my mind.  Appeared she was not going to take no for an answer then
what service was she talking about?  Yes, I laughed to myself.  You can be
my "Merry Maid" if you insist.  I got up as I needed to go buy groceries.

   At the store I wanted to kick myself in the butt.  I had a partial list
on the fridge being held by a magnet.  I used to keep a real good list of
what I would need, and be in and out of the store in no time as I always
shopped the same store and knew their layout.  Today it would take much
longer, and then I was in no rush.  Here and there I saw them.  Young girls
only half dressed.  There were even some older, yet fine Ladies in their
shorts and showing off tanned legs.  Some walked around with more revealing
tops than others.  Often times I found myself slowly stripping them
mentally.  Like I said I had plenty of time.  I soon found myself at the
checkout counter and idly chatting with the cashier.  She was most likely
in her early forties.  About Cathy's age, I thought, but not nearly as hot.
Pleasant enough and cordial though.  Then my mind went to tomorrow and the
new and different adventures for Cathy and I and I could get rid of all
this nonsense as to younger girls.  Well maybe, I hoped.

   Once she had rang up all the items it came out to nearly $100.00.  More
than I usually bought but I was out of groceries and it did include a case
of beer as well.  I went to grab my cart and a pretty young thing stepped
in front of it.

   "I'll take it for you Sir".

   I ALWAYS took my own cart out.  No reason not to plus a bit of exercise
as I would return it to the store as well.  Then like I said she was a
pretty young thing.  I let her go first and I watched her shake her tight
thin ass.  I told her which truck was mine and we both went that way.  She
again volunteered and started putting the groceries in the bed of my truck.
Each time she leaned over to put another bag in the bed I would watch her
"smash" her little boobies against the tailgate.  Did the girl across the
alley have boobies this big or where they smaller?  I took a five dollar
bill out of my pocket and handed it to her.  She tried to refuse, I
insisted.  Back to the store she went and again I watched her go.  Yes I
know not the smartest thing to do but I pulled a beer out of the case and
got in my truck.  On my way home AGAIN a lot on my mind and most of it in
the gutter.

   Once inside and everything on the kitchen table and in short order
everything was in place.  I put the bottle of catsup next to another
unopened one.  Again telling myself hey dummy start a list and keep it up.
Once done I booted my computer up to visit this "new" world that I was
exploring.  I answered Cathy's email and with a bit of enthusiasm as the
idea of our role play was becoming more and more appealing to me.  I tried
to be cordial with Jamie but was not really sure what to tell her.  I
reread her email about three times and each time the same word popped up...
SERVICE.  After both emails had been sent I decided to shut the computer
down and read a bit.  Grabbing a magazine I turned a few pages and soon
found myself asleep.

   Waking up I could see that it was nearly dark.  I must have slept a
couple of hours, I thought.  Looking in the fridge I took out a package of
hamburger meat and again formed a patty.  Thought I would cook myself a
patty and melt some cheese on it and use up a bit of the overflowing
bottles of catsup I had on hand.  My mind was in conflict as to what time I
should go and how I would handle it all.  I finally decided on nine; after
all it was not like I would really be breaking the law then I was very
nervous as well.

   Getting out at the Adult Bookstore they seemed a bit slow.  Then it was
a Thursday night.  Most likely on weekends and some people having a bit too
much alcohol and getting brave I imagined their business really picked up.
Walking in, the faces were different but all the old men seemed to all be
wearing the same type of trench coats.  I laughed to myself.  Would I soon
be arriving and walking up and down these aisles wearing a trench coat as
well?

   Slowly I made my way to the magazine section I had been in earlier. 
Mostly all the same magazines as the other night, I saw.  Then I did find
two copies of "Eighteen".  You could not see much as the cellophane wrapper
hid their "private" parts although not leaving much to the imagination.  I
kept debating as to which one to buy so I thought I would buy them both to
add to my growing collection of porn smut.  I went over and looked at the
video section.  If you could imagine it you would find it there, I was
learning.  People were in leather, others in rope, some in boots, while
others in pain.  The one thing in common they all had was it involved some
type of sex.

   A bit off to the left I heard a female voice.  "Have a good night Mel,
see you tomorrow."

   Turning my head in the direction of the voice I saw the cashier walking
out the door.  Now behind the cash register was a good looking college aged
girl.  Then I thought my worst nightmare was about to begin.  I thought of
taking my two magazines back and leaving without making a purchase.  Then
that would foil my plans.  I would have to suck up the embarrassment and go
through with it, I thought.  I continued to browse the literally hundreds
of videos.  Many were catching my eye and I kept thinking you can watch
this for free on the internet why are you buying this?  A weak argument I
found as I continued to browse.

   Then one finally caught my eye, both the title as well as the picture on
the cover.  'Too Old For School?' There were two older Ladies in obvious
schoolgirl uniforms and the girls bulging out much like Cathy had described
hers as.  There was a cock between their cum covered faces.  I put this
with the magazines and slowly walked towards the toy section.  My stomach
was in butterflies but I had made a commitment and I was going to follow
through with it.

   Looking at the wall behind the counter and into the display cases I
thought there must be well over 100 different vibrators and dildos on
display here.  All the way from some really small "personalized" ones to
some extra large ones that actually resembled dog cocks and horse cocks as
well.  Yes, I told myself, a whole different world out there then I had
ever realized.  I slowly found myself walking up each display case and
trying to picture what I needed to buy.  Again I heard the clerk's voice
but this time it was directed at me.

   "Anything I can help you with Sir?"

   Now my stomach was really getting upset.  Looking at her she was not
extra hot.  Then she was cute as hell and appeared to have a very fit body
on her.  Then what was I supposed to say?  I just wanted to buy the
magazines and video and leave.  Then without thinking my mouth went to
talking.

   "Yes I want to buy a toy for a girl, well actually a young Lady." I
found I was correcting myself there.

   "Well any idea as to what she likes?  I mean size wise or does she
prefer a dildo or a vibrator or a combination?"

   This girl was determined to embarrass the hell out of me I thought. 
"Well this will be her first toy and I kind of want to make it a surprise
so I never really asked her."

   Laughing she pointed to the horse looking dildo cock.  "Imagine that may
be a bit big for her but for a beginner I have a few suggestions."

   She took me to one display case and started showing me different ones
and explaining a couple of things.  We got interrupted once as she went to
check out a customer.  By now I realized I was the only one other than her
in the store.  She went back and I seemed to be more at ease.  I finally
opted to buy one of the suggestions she had made.  It was not very big.  It
definitely was smaller than my cock.  Then it had some flex to it and was a
vibrator as well.  She thought it would be a great starting toy.  I told
her that I would take it.  At the checkout register she spoke again.

   "It does not come with batteries.  Do you want me to put two batteries
in it as well?" I just nodded yes, and then she added, "Would you like a
couple of spares in case it does dead at just the wrong time?"

   I so loved her "wording" of things.  Again I just nodded yes.  She got
the batteries in place and turned it on and off and on and off.  I could
see it vibrating in her hand as well as hear its buzz.  Then she again
reminded me as to the adjustment for the intensity.  She started ringing up
my purchase and stopped and looked at me again.

   "Do you think she will need any lube for when she uses her new "friend"?
OH how I liked the salesclerk and her terminology as well.  She must sell a
lot of stuff, I thought.  I had never given lube a thought so again I just
shrugged my shoulders.  "I think it would be a good idea," she went on.  "I
will give you a few samples and she can go from there.  So no harm done and
no extra cost to you." Squatting she opened a drawer and pulled out half a
dozen packets of lube.  She gave me my total and again I reached into my
wallet and pulled out another hundred dollar bill.  At this rate I am going
to have to find myself a job.

   "So is this going to be a gift for this girl, excuse me, young Lady?"
she asked.  Was she digging for a bit of info there?

   I finally managed to mumble something.  "Yes it is going to be a
surprise so I guess you could call it a gift."

   "OK let me package it for you.  No cost again." She walked away briefly
and then with a small paper bag all bright and glittery, she returned.  I
assume just the vibrator and extra batteries and lube?" I nodded yes.  She
just had to add, "I thought so."

   She handed me a blank pink card and said, "In case you want to
personalize it more." She put everything into a bigger sack and handed it
to me.  She then added, "Let me give you my card.  Should you have ANY
question about anything please feel free to ask me.  Been around this most
of my life, my parents own the place, and I am putting myself through
college." Another college girl.  "Besides I do get commission on my sales
as well.  Call the number there".  She pointed it out.  "Use this
extension," and she underlined it.  "If I don't answer leave a message and
your number.  I am pretty prompt on returning my calls." I saw her name:
Kaylee Berg.  I wondered if that was her real name or a fake one like all
the porn girls on the internet.  She was a "natural" salesman.  I Thanked
her and went to my truck.

   On my way home my mind kept repeating what the hell am I doing?  I went
from a complete law abiding citizen to now a pervert and more.  Soon to be
a broke one I added.  Inside the kitchen I set everything down.  Took out
the card and grabbed a sharpie.  I simply wrote out enjoy and put it in the
bag along with the other "goodies".  I went out the back door and out my
backyard door and into the alley.  I pulled out my pocket knife and quickly
jimmied their back door open.  I felt like a friggin thief.  Then I
realized a thief with a massive hard on; this was all a bit exciting to me.
I could see where all of the lights were off in the house.  Then I knew it
must be growing late.  I snuck to the lounge chair and placed the package
on it.  Quickly I fled and soon I was back in my house, my breath a bit
exaggerated and my forehead sweaty.  I was mentally exhausted.  I stripped
down and went directly to bed.  Again this morning I found myself staring
up into the ceiling.  What the heck was going through my mind?  I wondered.
I have always enjoyed watching an attractive Lady.  What "normal" man
doesn't?  Then now it was like I was more and more mentally stripping
everyone that I saw, especially the younger ones.  Then the girl in the
adult bookstore last night...  What was her name?  Kaylee?  Well she didn't
come on to me or anything but still her answering all of those questions so
easily seemed odd.  OK, I told myself, she is the sales clerk there at the
store.  Then her parent's store at that.  What kind of sick pervert would
put his daughter to work in a porn store?

   Then she was cool as a cucumber and at ease and almost sharing too much
at times.  Now my mind went back to the bag and the escapade into the
neighbor's back yard.  What if the cops had caught me?  What was I suppose
to tell them?  That I was sneaking a vibrator into the back yard for the
girl that I had been a Peeping Tom with so she could better show me her
little cunt?  This was all messed up.  Then as well I was very eager to see
what she would do once she saw the shinny bag.

   I slowly got up and lumbered into the kitchen.  With the water to boil I
started to crack and fry a couple of eggs.  A slice of bread in the toaster
and I sat and reached across the table and pulled one of the magazines to
me.  I was going to tear off the cellophane wrapping and then a thought
occurred to me.  Pulling the other one closer I checked out the dates of
their issue.  One was for this month and the other one next month.  I never
figured out how you can buy an August issue around the first of July.  So I
opened the older one.  Got up, flipped my eggs, grabbed a plate, a cup of
hot tea, and toast and sat down to what was now becoming my morning
breakfast viewing.

   I would take a bite and then flick through a page or two.  What a good
way to enjoy breakfast.  Man, were some of these young girls hot as hell or
what?  I kept telling myself.  Yes a lot of them could have actually passed
for eighteen.  Then some of them a bit younger as well.  Then some were
obviously in or around their mid twenties.  Then the provocative ways they
were dressed and the captions under their pictures made you believe
otherwise.  I had finally made it to the back page of the magazine and
finished up my cold eggs followed with my now cold tea.  I put the dishes
in the sink and turned the water back to boil.  I took the two magazines
with me along with the video.  Placing them on the coffee table I booted
the computer up.  Going into the kitchen while it loaded up I fixed another
cup of tea.

   Sitting down and looking at my screen I could see where I had eight
emails, well regular ones that is.  Then three of them were from Cathy and
one from Jamie.  I opened the one from Jamie as to getting that out of the
way.  Basically a hi, good morning, and how are you deal.  Said where one
of her girl friends had convinced her to work her shift tonight.  So that
now she would be working a double shift or sixteen hours.  Then as to how
she could use the extra money as now when school starts back up and how
expensive the books are and such.  Finishing off with I will most likely
get back with you late tonight or in the morning.  I didn't see any rush to
that so I would respond later.

   Opening up the "oldest" email from Cathy it was kind of what I expected.
One would think that she was a four year old waiting for Santa to come down
the chimney.  Or was it waiting for Daddy?  Anyhow in twenty four hours "I
will be your naughty schoolgirl" and so on.  I was a bit excited as to
going down this new adventure but lord she was excited plus.  Then as she
had shared it had been a fantasy for several years for her now.

   The second email was basically the same and how she couldn't sleep as
she was constantly thinking of us tomorrow and so forth.  Then the title of
the third one really had caught my attention.  In big bold letters, "I AM
SO SORRY!" A bit nervous I went and opened it up anyhow.  Yes my heart sank
as my hopes went out the window.  I guess her sister had been in an
automobile accident earlier last evening.  Anyhow she had sustained a
broken collarbone along with a couple of cracked ribs.  Her sister was to
remain in the hospital overnight for observation and so forth.  The bottom
line was that she would be traveling to watch her sister and take care of
her kids for the weekend.  Finally how she was so planning on us having
some naughty fun.  Would I please give her a rain check?

   Darn as if that wasn't a mega bummer for me as well.  My thought was
that she was at work and would depart after she got off of work.  I went
ahead and emailed her not really knowing what to say other than I was sorry
too.  First because of her poor sister's accident (not to mention the
timing as well) along with how much I had been anticipating our weekend of
exploration and such and now it was off.  Shutting the computer down I
thought, damn the bad luck!  Then there was always next weekend.  Yes I was
disappointed and my mind was spinning a bit.  I got up and went to the
bedroom to lie down for a while.

   I wasn't really physically tired, more a case of being mentally
exhausted.  I could not believe my luck.  From what was initially yes if
that is your fantasy I will try to help it come true to now really wanting
to explore that fetish and more.  Next week I kept telling myself.  I dozed
off and into a world of very illicit dreams.  Waking later I could feel my
hard cock as it throbbed.  I turned and looked at the clock.  It was bit
past eleven.  My, wasn't I getting a lot accomplished today?  I thought. 
Then the thought of the girl across the alley and in how in less than two
hours I would know just how badly I might have messed up in doing what I
did.

   The thought did enter my mind that I could sneak back there and "steal"
the bag back.  Then would that not be counterproductive to what I was
hoping for?  If she liked her "gift" and things went according to my plans
she would be happy and I would be happy.  Then if she didn't like it
(highly unlikely, I kept telling myself) she would never know who had sent
it and it would be soon forgotten.  So no matter what time would soon tell
all.  I went back into the front room and booted up the computer.  Pulling
the cord the stairs dropped and I went into the attic.  Once at the shutter
I did not need my binoculars.  I could see the bag as just sitting and
waiting in the center of her lounge chair.  I went back to "look" at my
computer again.

   I had already received a response from Cathy.  I opened it up.  It was
basically an update of sorts.  She was going to work through her lunch hour
and leave directly to her sister's hometown at four.  How she had already
filled up her tank and such and packed a couple of changes of clothing. 
Ending with: "I have already begun the countdown until next weekend." I
left it at that.  I would reply later.  Then I thought as to responding to
Jamie's email.  I wrote her back and said the basic Hi and Good Morning. 
Then I went on to say as to how proud I was of her and her work ethic but
to be careful not to overdo the overtime.  That once she got home to get a
good long night of sleep.

   I shut the computer down and went out into the backyard.  The tool shed
needed some arranging so I did that for a bit.  I quickly built up a sweat
and decided to quit for the morning.  Going back in I could see where it
was twenty of one.  I made a quick sandwich and opened up a beer.  I was
very nervous.  I really was so unsure as to what I had gotten myself into.
At five before one I grabbed another beer and headed up the attic.  Sitting
down I grabbed the binoculars and got them perfectly focused on the bag I
had left her.  I could see each individual piece of glitter so I knew this
was about as good as it was going to get.  Again much like clockwork I saw
the back door open and her coming out with her usual gear in hand.

   She was just walking along idly like she normally did.  Then once she
looked at the lounge and saw the bag she stopped and took a step back. 
Then like she would find someone she searched the backyard.  This was too
much fun!  I thought as her shyness just made me want her more.  She put
her tote bag and over sized mug down and slowly approached the bag.  She
hesitantly reached down for the bag ever so careful like there might be a
rattlesnake inside.  Peeking in and then she looked around again.  Her hand
went in and pulled out the small velvet carrying bag.  She opened it up and
pulled out the vibrator.  Again she looked around cautious as ever.  I
watched as her hand went to the knob and she turned it on.  Totally
surprised she jumped back and the vibrator fell onto the lounge chair.  She
went back to the lounge chair and picked up the vibrator.

   Oh gawd was this now getting hot or what?  I was now watching her as she
ran the vibrator across her small breasts down to her belly and between her
legs.  She seemed to have turned it off and looked around with a big smile
on her face.  She went back to investigate the bag and pulled out a couple
of samples of lube.  She kind of shrugged her shoulders and put them back
in the bag.  Placing the bag on the side of her lounge chair she laid back
and grabbed her combination dildo/vibrator.  I could see her turning the
knob and fumbling through the different speeds that it had.  All this time
she did it with the same big grin on her face.  She pulled up on her bikini
top and started running it against one nipple.  I thought I could see a bit
of growth with them or perhaps it was just my imagination.  Either way I
had already undone my jeans and was stroking my cock.  This was going far
better than I would have dreamed.

   Abruptly (or at least in my mind) she stopped and got up.  She walked to
her mug and took a long drink.  Then I could see where she was getting a
bit worked up as she had a light sheen of sweat on her.  Well I had sweat
on me as well so we shared there.  I had quit stroking my cock as I was
already about to explode.  She walked back to her lounge chair and then
really blew my mind.  She put her mug down as well as the vibrator.  Then
with one thumb on each side of her bikini bottom she began to shimmy them
down.  Oh fuck!  I told myself.  Why hadn't I thought of buying her a
vibrator sooner?  She just left the bottoms on the floor and went and made
herself at home on the lounge chair.  She went to rubbing her beautiful
cunt and making me even more excited.  Reaching over she grabbed the
vibrator and turned it on and went back to her nipples with it while her
other hand rubbed her now exposed cunt.  She did not seem to have a single
hair on it so the thought of how old was she really entered my mind again.
Then looking at most things porn anymore most all the females were shaved
as well as a few males as well.

   The vibrator only lasted a couple of minutes on her nipples.  Soon it
was making its way down and between her legs.  I couldn't touch my cock I
was so ready to explode any second.  What appeared to be in a gentle
manner, she was rubbing it over her mound and onto her clit.  This lasted a
minute or so and she spread her legs.  Gawd, I could almost touch her! 
This was so incredibly hot!  With the tip of the vibrator she tried to
slide it in.  My angle was not the best in the world then she seemed to
have about an inch possibly two and was working it in and out.  This girl
had no clue as to how sexy she really was.  I could really see how much
this was turning her on as her body seemed to writhe a bit each time the
vibrator entered her tiny cunt.  Then she quit and pulled it out.

   What had gone wrong?  Was she now turned off by what she was doing?  The
sheen of sweat on her had grown to light beads in a couple of areas.  I
could tell that her breathing was a bit jagged by watching her rib cage. 
Such beautiful ribs they were.  No she was not upset or quitting or
anything like that.  She reached into the bag and took out a small tube of
the sample lube.  Opening it up she began to smear some clear lube from the
tip to the bottom.  This was so erotic.  Then she made it even better.  She
reached out and grabbed her bikini bottom and wiped her hands clean.  What
I nasty little slut!  I thought.

   She got comfortable and spread her legs even more.  My view just kept on
getting better and better.  Like she had kind of forgotten she reached back
for the lube and squirted a bit on her cunt lips.  Using the vibrator she
spread the lube out.  Then she turned it back on and went to working on
getting the vibrator in even deeper.  In about thirty seconds I could see
where it was half way in or more.  Then she sat up and with a big smile
nodded her head yes.  I was so happy I wanted to clap or better yet kiss
the sales clerk at the adult bookstore.  She really knew her stuff and I
would have never thought of any of this.  I was sitting back as she started
to work the vibrator in and out faster and faster much like she had done
with her fingers.  Then in maybe a minute of this her cunt was high into
the air and I knew she was about to explode.  So being the good pervert
that I am I exploded as well.  Not sure how much cum I sprayed across the
floor but I was totally spent.

   I reached back and grabbed my beer can and finished it off with a single
gulp.  She was on her lounge chair almost like a fish out of water.  She
was almost flopping around as her orgasm subsided itself.  Groping back I
located my other beer.  I popped the top and quickly drank about half of
it. Gawd, this was so incredibly hot!  I just could not believe my luck and
how things were going.  I just kept staring down at her through the
binoculars as I wanked my now soft cock.  Then she was far from being out
of teasing and super hot tricks.  She pulled the vibrator out of what
appeared to be a sopping wet cunt and took it to her mouth.  I could see
her licking it clean like the dutiful slut that she was.  She almost put
half of it in her mouth and I could tell by her cheeks that she was really
sucking it.

   She rolled a bit and found the carrying bag it had come in.  She put
them both in her "gift" bag along with the lube.  She stood up and took
what seemed to be a long drink from her mug.  She went and picked up her
tote bag along with her bikini bottoms and slowly walked to the backdoor.
Now I had a most perfect view of her fine ass.  Yes she had a bit of a
bubble butt it seemed and she knew how to shake it ever so nicely.  Once
she was at the door she opened it.  Turning around she smiled and waved and
into the house she went.

   I grabbed the two empty beer cans and slowly made it to the stairs and
down.  I put the stair up and walked into the kitchen.  Without thinking I
opened the fridge and popped open yet another beer.  I could not remember
the last time I had cum that good or that hard.  Then all from the private
show the neighbor across the alley was giving me.  I went into the bedroom
and stripped and jumped into the shower.  This time I took a long cold
shower and it did seem to cool me off a bit.  After drying off I was a bit
confused as what to do.

   Again the private "show" was a bit beyond my highest expectation.  Then
I was quite sure that it was the shortest, yet the hottest.  Still naked I
walked into the front room and booted up the computer.  There was another
email from Cathy.  I would look at it in a few minutes.  My spam box was
now at over 100.  Then I had not cleaned it out in a couple of days. 
Slowly I went through it all deleting most of them before thinking of even
opening them up.  I didn't find anything spectacular as to these emails as
most were for pop up ads that led you to other adult sites.  That finished
I went to reply to Cathy's email.  Basically what I expected.  I replied to
her and finished by saying to drive carefully and let me know when she got
to her sister's so I would not have to worry about her.

   As I pressed the send button another email popped up in my "in" box. 
This one was from Jamie, again.  I opened it up.  It basically said as to
how the lunch hour rush was over and how she had a short break before she
had to set up before the diners arrived.  Then as to how excited she was
being able to work tonight because this being a Friday night and all she
should make some really good tips.  Looking at the clock I could see that
it was nearly four.  I would respond later.

   I got up and got dressed and went to get my mail.  Then again I found
myself taking the long way.  Of course the extra exercise didn't hurt any.
Approaching the house I had to think to myself as to the little vixen
inside.  Would I one day become brave enough and knock on that door?  Then
it might spoil the ideal setup I now have.  I walked by and eventually got
to my mailbox.  Taking the three pieces of mail I turned to walk back home.
In front of one of the lawns was a middle aged Lady kneeling and pulling
weeds from her grass.  We knew each other but we really didn't.  I had
never noticed but she did not seem to have a wedding ring on.  Nor had I
ever seen a man around either.  We made small talk for a while as I made
attempts to see down her cleavage.  I had best get back home, I told
myself.

   Walking back into the kitchen I tossed my mail on the table and grabbed
myself a beer.  Then I went into the front room and booted my computer up.
Now what the heck was I supposed to do?  All week I had the build up as to
Cathy and I meeting tonight and doing some new explorations which was
becoming more and more appealing as the week had progressed, not to mention
my visit (again) to the adult bookstore and seeing even more Daddy/Daughter
and Teacher/schoolgirl stuff.  What a filthy secret little world was out
there.  Then I still did have that one video to view.

   Soon the computer came alive and another email appeared.  As to be
expected this one was from Cathy.  'On my way out of town and to my
sisters. I will let you know when I get there.  You're the greatest! 
Kisses Cathy.' Well now I was the greatest and kisses?  Wish she would have
been here later tonight and I could have proven it..  I went on and replied
to Jamie's email and how I had my fingers crossed and that she would make a
lot of tips tonight.

   It was bit after five and I was restless and not sure what to do.  I sat
in my recliner and picked up the other "Eighteen" magazine and went to
"reading" it.  I took even more time looking through this magazine then I
had this morning.  Then I actually read the "articles" if you could call
them that.  Yes most were laced with incest and the imagination could
easily run wild there.  After all there was "Daddy Taught Me Best".  It was
the title of a good "journalist" view on how this young girl was introduced
to family "fun".  Will admit hot reading then where is the reality factor
there?

   My stomach was grumbling a bit.  I got up and went into the kitchen. 
Looking at the clock I could see where it was now almost seven.  Really I
spent a couple of hours on "educational" reading did I not?  Then I thought
more on the pictures.  Where did they find all of these sluts at?  Of
course I imagine a lot of them here in the city I live in.  Then a lot of
them did not seem to be American either.  Had read where young porn was now
a big thing in Eastern Europe as well as Russia.  Then also there was a
fair share of Asians.  Looking in the fridge I quickly found out I did not
want to cook.  Grabbing a beer and shutting the door I pulled out my cell
phone.  I called the local pizza place and returned to the front room.  I
sat back and tried to relive the "show" this afternoon.  Would it not have
been great to have recorded it all?  I wondered.  Then no that is going too
far I felt especially if she is really underage.  I must have been deep
into thought as I heard the doorbell ring.  Slowly I got up and made my way
through the kitchen.

   Opening my door, was it surprise, surprise as to who the delivery girl
was?  "I was hoping that you would order a pizza tonight."

   OK now how does one respond to that?  "Well not sure what is more
appetizing the tasty pizza or the pretty young Lady that delivers it?" OMG!
Had I just said that?

   She smiled .................. a seductive smile.  "Well it could always
be a combination of both, you know?"

   How could I argue with that?  A bit speechless I took the pizza and set
it on the table.  Reaching into my wallet I pulled out a twenty.  Handing
it to her I told her, "Keep the change."

   "Thanks I really appreciate that.  Then I have been thinking of a
different type of tip the last few days.  Since you never called me on my
days off." OK now, how deep am I really getting myself here?  "So I am off
Sunday.  Switching days with another co-worker.  It has been a while since
I have relaxed at a cookout.  HINT!  HINT!  You got any ideas?"

   Bold might have been an understatement here?  Then she was not lacking
in confidence either.  I was doing my best to be cool, calm, and collected.
"Well I guess that is something I could arrange."

   "OK so how about Sunday around three?"

   "Sounds like a date," I told her.  Had I just used the word date?

   She smiled her seductive smile and then moved her lips as if to blow me
a kiss.  Then knowing what she was doing she turned and sashayed back to
her car.  This girl knew all the ammunition that she had as well as how to
use it.  Any normal person would have already shut the door.  Then I stood
there a bit mesmerized with it all.  Opening the door to her car she turned
and faced me again.  Yes she knew she had me hook, bait, and sinker.

   "By the way I prefer Mexican beers." She waved, got in her car, and
drove off.

   Grabbing the pizza I took it and placed it on the kitchen table.  Much
like the other night I opened up the box and took out a slice and looked
out into the darkness.  Then this time things were actually getting darker
for me.  Much too dark.  The pizza was good but I could barely taste it. 
What I wanted to taste now was the pizza girl.  My thought was if Cathy had
not had to cancel none of this would be going on.  Then my other thought
was would she really show up on Sunday?  So I guess I would need to buy her
some Mexican beer.  Then was she twenty one?  She sure had the confidence
of an older person that was for sure.  After finishing off three slices I
put the rest of the pizza in the fridge.  My thought going back to everyone
likes cold pizza.  I needed out of here, I needed some type of relief.  Hey
a reality check is exactly what I need, I thought.  I stripped and got into
the shower.

   Looking in the mirror I knew I was presentable.  My jeans were clean as
well as the button down shirt.  Not sure where I was going I got into my
pickup, because I knew exactly where I was going.  I pulled in front of the
bar and went inside.  It was after nine but the place was getting a bit
jamming as the band played.  I caught an empty bar stool at the counter and
quickly grabbed it.  Reaching into my shirt pocket but before I could take
my money out, I heard the beer can being placed down and it sliding towards
me.  Looking across the counter I was glad to see that it was her.

   "Put your money back this one is on me." She smiled and walked away.

   I knew that this was wrong but I also knew that she was of age.  Well so
was the pizza girl as well as Jamie.  So what difference does this make?  I
asked myself.  I tried to relax and remain calm.  I slowly sipped my beer.
Turning around I watched the dance floor.  There were about a half a dozen
couples out there.  Maybe I need to find a real Lady and go out dancing and
stuff like that.  Much better and safer than all the young stuff I had been
lusting after.  Then how different was it with this bartender?  I turned
around and already had another beer sitting in front of me.  I hadn't
ordered it but I knew where it came from.  I pushed the empty to the back
of the counter and took a long draw from my fresh beer.

   As I was putting my can down I felt a couple of fingers tapping on my
shoulder.  Turning around I heard a voice, "Care to dance?"

   Well I was not much of a dancer but what could I say?  I stood up, took
her hand, and we went onto the dance floor.  Once the dance was over she
led me to her table.  There were two other Ladies sitting there, both
pretty darn good looking as well.  We all made the formal introductions and
so forth.  I excused myself and went back to my bar stool.  Looking around
I could see a few other single Ladies.  Trying to do the math in my head
there might be more single Ladies here than men.  What all had I been
missing out on?  It was just a simple get out and make yourself available,
it seemed.

   No sooner had I finished draining off my second beer and my third one
was there.  I hope she is keeping a bar tab.  She must have been reading my
mind as she walked up across the counter.  "It's on the house."

   She smiled a very provocative smile and went back to serving drinks.  I
came here to relax and gather my thoughts and all I was doing was
continuing to confuse myself.  After finishing my third beer I waved her no
more.  Last thing I needed right now was to find myself drunk in this den
of females.  I put a ten on the counter and started to beeline to the door.
Almost there I felt someone tug at the side of my shirt.  Turning around I
saw it was her.

   "I think you forgot this?" She shoved a folded napkin in my front shirt
pocket.  Getting a bit on tiptoes she went up and gave me a nice warm peck
on the lips.  I just stood there and she gave me that VERY inviting smile
again, then she turned and went back to work.

   Getting into my truck I pulled the napkin out of my pocket.  Well now I
knew her name, Shelli.  Along with her phone number and her email address
as well.  What was this world coming to?  I thought.  What have I been
missing out on?  I thought on that even harder.  Arriving at my house and
stripping down I desperately wanted to go to sleep.  Again my mind was
racing.  What could I do to clear my mind out and not get hit up on?  Going
to the bar to relax and think things out had actually backfired on me, I
thought.  It took a while but I soon found my sleep.

   My cell phone went to ringing.  I had forgotten to turn it off.  Then
who calls at this time of night?  My initial thought was Cathy and I hoped
nothing had gone wrong with her.  I had forgotten to check the emails and
see if she had arrived safely.  The clock said 3:07.  Yes a bit late no
matter what.  Fumbling to get my phone to my ear I finally answered it as
calm as one would expect.

   "Hello."

   "Hi I hope you weren't asleep?" I am thinking, you build rockets in your
spare time?  It is after three yes most people are asleep at this time. 
Well those were my thoughts anyway.  "Anyhow I just got out of the ER and I
don't have a car and nowhere to stay.  My boyfriend beat me up again." When
does one learn?  "Could you possibly come and get me?  I am sitting in
front of the hospital."

   I was trying to do a mental map as to the distance between my house and
the hospital.  "Give me about twenty maybe twenty five minutes and I will
be there.  Please be careful."

   "Thank you, I am so sorry to bother you but I do not have anyone else to
call."

   "Sit tight, I will be there in a bit."

   I hung up the phone and quickly got dressed.  Backing out of my
driveway, turning my lights on, and heading down the street I was now
getting more confused.  Tonight was a night for Cathy and I to share.  Then
I foolishly ordered a pizza and now had a cookout "date" on Sunday.  Still
being more foolish I went to the bar to relax and sort things out and now
have Shelli's number and email address.  Then now at almost 3:30 in the
morning I am off to the hospital to pick up a girl, which I barely know and
who just left the ER because her boyfriend had beaten her again.  Life is
good is it not?  ......................

   To be continued...

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