Watching and Lusting

                              by Mandil

This story takes place in a small town on the Northern American continent and
the time when these events occurred was in the early fifties. Most of what I
describe here, I learned by mean of a diary that I found in the attic of an
old house that I bought. I sincerely believe that everything did really happen
exactly as I wrote it, since after a short investigation, I discovered that
the people in this story really did exist, and quite a few are still living
today. Of course all the names of the places and of the people have been
changed.

                                PART 1

Within the last two years, Bobbie had often secretly entered the cement block
warehouse that held the machinery. The dry cleaning business actually
consisted of two separate buildings connected by a wide passageway. One of the
buildings, the one that was situated with its facade on Reilly Street, was of
wooden construction and was much older than the other, block structure, in
the back.

The cement blocks building was located just behind the older wooden one and a
part of its back wall was right next along the fence in the back yard where
Bobbie lived.

This building held the dry cleaning machinery and it was also used to store
repair parts,  chemicals and most of the different garments to be cleaned and
pressed. On one side of that building there was a large metal door, to allow
the only truck of the company to enter and unload its daily collection of
clothing from around town, and to leave to deliver it.

The office, the bookkeeping, and the freshly cleaned garments were kept in the
wooden structure, in front of the larger cement block building.

Mr. Steven, the owner of the small dry cleaning business, was assisted by his
wife, who worked with him in the office during the day. While she took care of
the bookkeeping, as well as the clients that came in to pick up their freshly
laundered clothing, the company's two permanent employees would be busy with
the cleaning and pressing of the clothing in the back in the block building. 
Most of the time, during the day at least, Mr. Steven's was on the road in his
truck dropping off the clean clothing and picking up the dirty clothing to be
dry cleaned from his regular clients.

In the wall, about twelve feet further back from the large metal door, and
almost completely hidden by tall bushes, was a small square door, which at one
time had been used to unload the truck. It seemed rather more of a hole, than
a door, since its dimensions was only three feet square, and it was placed at
waist height. It had soon been discovered, once the building had been built,
that the small door wasn't very practical, especially in wintertime. So Mr.
Steven's replaced it by building the larger door, through which he could drive
his truck inside of the building, and unload his collection of clothing, while
he was inside the warehouse.

Even though the small door was no longer used, it was still there, and only a
lock prevented anyone from opening it, and getting inside of the building. But
since it was well hidden by the overgrowth along the length of the fence, Mr.
Steven had simply forgotten about it. 

The lock had been broken a few years earlier by Bobbie and his two friends,
when they had been looking for a place to smoke in peace, without being
discovered. He had only been thirteen then, and now, two years later, he still
went inside the building, sometimes to smoke, and sometimes just to think,
while hiding from his parents. In those days it wasn't proper in Lakeview for
someone to smoke before the age of eighteen, and to make matters worse,
neither of his parents smoked. Therefore it was extremely important for him
that no one should catch him smoking, and this was the reason that when he
felt an urge to smoke, and when he knew that the warehouse was empty, he went
there to smoke.

Discipline and the moral values of the citizens of Lakeview were not as loose
as they are today. This, plus the fact that his parents were very strict in
matters of church values, made things even harder for Bobbie. 

It should be mentioned here that Lakeview, being a town of just over five
thousands souls, and situated far away from all of the big cities, the closest
large town being Bridgetown, which was over a hundred miles away, made it a
special place in its own category. Also, Lakeview was almost completely an
all Catholic community, and most of the towns activities were either directly,
or indirectly under the control and leadership of the Catholic Church. 

In the town itself, the church was by far the tallest building, while the
Presbytery standing next to it, was the second most impressive structure, 
being three stories in height. All of the activities of the community were
therefore totally under the control of the two dozens or so priests, not to
mention the many nuns and Christian brothers, that made up a large portion of
the teaching staff of the town's two schools. 

So one had to be on his guard, as to what one did, and what one said in
Lakeview, and this was even more so for the young people of Bobbie's age. To
be caught smoking at fifteen was almost unthinkable. So whenever he felt an
urge to have a puff or two, he had to make sure that no adult would see him.

As for going out with girls, or kissing before one was of age at least
eighteen was worse still. To kiss a girl in the heat of passion was considered
a great sin. It was also considered a lack of respect for the girl, as well as
for her parents. Of course, every adult in Lakeview was a potential spy, and
once an unbecoming action or conduct was reported to the proper authorities,
in this case it could be a teacher or a priest, it was only a matter of hours
before the offender's parents were informed of the bad deed. 

If you were living in Lakeview in those days, you had to comply with the code
of ethics of the majority, or live elsewhere. Shorts for girls or boys were
tolerated only on the beach, while on the town streets, girls wearing slacks
or jeans were frowned upon. 

Obedience to the authorities was a must at all time. Of course the highest of
these authorities were the priests, then the many brothers and nuns. The
child's parents came only after these, in degrees of importance. Bobbie still
remembered from the days he was only twelve, the Mitchell's, a family that had
come from Pine Valley to live in Lakeview. They were not Catholic, but since
they had been living on a farm a few miles outside of the town, the head of
the parish priests hadn't made too much of a fuss, when they had moved in. But
when Nancy Bolden turned out to be pregnant from the eldest of the Mitchell's
sons, it became a big scandal, and the whole town talked of nothing else for a
few weeks. Soon after it became common knowledge about Nancy's condition, the
Mitchell's had to move to another town, since no one in Lakeview would dare do
business with them, or even talk to them. As for Nancy Bolden, she was never
seen after that, even though her family did remain in Lakeview.

Now that school was over for the summer, and that Bobbie's two friends had
found themselves a job, Jack was working at Paul's Market, while Rodney was
helping his father with his plumbing business most of the time, he was alone,
and on that warm early summer evening, that he had gone for a smoke in the
cool and quiet interior of the warehouse, right at the end of his back yard,
behind his house. He was stretched out on some wooden boxes, that held the
metal containers in which the chemicals were stored. He was smoking of course,
and just relaxing, when all of a sudden the large metal door began to slide
open.

He hurriedly put out his cigarette, and he hid himself behind the single row
of boxes. A few seconds later, he heard, then saw Mr. Steven's small truck
being driven into the warehouse. This was a change in Mr. Steven's habits.
Usually, his panel truck would remain in the back of his house until early
morning, when he would drive it to the warehouse and unload it. 

Next there was the sound of voices, as the lights in the warehouse were turned
on. After that, he heard the thunderous closing of the large warehouse door
sliding shut. He could tell that one of the voices was that of a female, and a
young one at that. He then heard giggling coming from the female voice, and at
the same time he thought that he could detect a lot of nervousness in the
manner in which she was often laughing. He then became very curious, as to
whom the owner of the girl's voice could be.

Bobbie was now trapped inside of the warehouse. He knew that he wouldn't be
able to leave his hiding place, until the lights were off and Mr. Steven and
the young girl were gone, but he was in no particular hurry, since it was just
about seven in the evening. He still had a couple of hours ahead of him,
before he was expected home.

He thus made himself as comfortable as possible where he was, behind the large
boxes, and sat on the cement floor in such a way as to be able to see what was
going on through the space of two adjacent boxes. He watched Mr. Steven
returning to the van, after having closed the sliding door, and then from the
other side, he saw a shy looking young girl slowly walking towards him. 

Yes, he knew her, she was Linda Parker. Her father was working at the bank,
and she had a brother that was about his own age, and two sisters who were
older than she was. Linda was a little less than a year younger than her
brother, who was fifteen, just like he was.

He had always thought of her as being somewhat plain, even though she did have
a pleasant enough face. She was quite tall for her age too, and furthermore
she had a body that showed promises of being athletic in a few years. At that
moment, she was wearing a knee length brown skirt, that hung loosely around
her already rather womanly hips. A yellow blouse, with short sleeves, was
tucked inside of her skirt at the waist. Like most girls of those days, she
was wearing ankle length, white cotton socks, with blue on white shoes, which
were the fashion at the time.

While Mr. Steven got busy opening the back doors of the van, she just stood
next to him, as if she didn't know what exactly to do. Once both of the doors
were wide open, he turned and walked towards a cart in the corner. It had a
horizontal bar running parallel to it, which was about five feet high, and he
rolled it back to the back of the van. 

For the next minute or so, Bobbie heard him explaining to Linda what she was
to do with the clothing, and how to separate the different garments. He then
got inside the back of the van, and proceeded to pass the different items out
to Linda.

At that moment, it occurred to Bobbie that Linda must have been hired for the
summer to help him. How odd, he told himself. Why hire a girl, when there were
many boys that would have been more than happy to work for him. Not that he
would have wanted the job, his father had enough money, and there was no need
for him to work during the summer. Besides, he didn't feel very enthusiastic
about working when there was no school.

Once the van was empty of its content, about fifteen minutes later, Mr. Steven
got out, and he and Linda began to talk. Bobbie heard him make a few jokes
about some of the odd looking pieces of clothing, hanging on the bar of the
cart and they also talked about other frivolous matters. From their
conversation, he was able to learn that indeed Linda had been hired to take
care of Mrs. Steven's two-year-old baby during the afternoon, while she was
working with her husband and when she wasn't taking care of the baby, she
would be helping him in the warehouse.

It took them another fifteen minutes to tag and sort everything out, once it
was hanging on the support of the rack. As they did, Mr. Steven's made some
more jokes, and occasionally Bobbie watched him place his hand on Linda's
shoulder, just like a father would do to his son or daughter. But she wasn't
HIS daughter, and somehow he knew that Linda's parents wouldn't approve of
his taking familiarities with their daughter.

At last everything was tagged and registered properly, and they got ready to
leave by means of the side entrance, and thus left the van inside of the
warehouse. But before he opened the smaller side door, to leave the warehouse,
he saw him take Linda's hand in his own hand. He then brought it to his mouth,
and he pressed his lips to it, in a most gallant gesture, while he said
something to her that Bobbie couldn't quite make out.

He supposed that it had been intended as a theatrical mocking joke, in order
to make her laugh. But judging from Linda's reaction, her cheeks became almost
instantly a deep red color, and the way she looked at him afterwards, with a
childish smile of innocence on her lips, proved her to be both shy and pleased
at the same time.

Inexperienced as he was, so far Bobbie had never even held a girl's hand, his
instinct told him that sooner or later something was going to happen between
Mr. Steven and Linda. After all, he had never seen before, a grown man acting
in such a way with a woman, and certainly not with a girl as young as Linda.

Bobbie had often talked with his friends about girls in general. He knew what
fucking was, and he had even seen pictures of naked women in magazines, that
were sometimes bought in Bridgetown, when one of his friends happened to go
there with his family, but he had yet never seen a real naked pair of breasts
in his life. Both of his sisters were always very careful at home to hide
their bosoms under their blouse, and never once had he been able to steal even
a glimpse on a half uncovered pair of tits. So far there had been a lot of talk
with his friends about those females parts, but to him they were still a
mystery.

As he watched them leaving the warehouse, he made up his mind that he was
going to spy on them again the next day, and see what would happen. He had
nothing better to do, and who knows, he told himself, he might even be able to
see Mr. Steven kiss her the next time. At home that evening, he relived in his
mind what he had witnessed, and he became even more convinced that Linda was
going to let Mr. Steven kiss her, if he should dare try to do so.

He knew Linda a little, since her family lived diagonally across the street
from him, and he had even said hello to her a few times. She was a little less
than a year younger than he was, but being tall for her age, she was taller
than he was, making her look older than she actually was. But at the same time
she was slim, except for her hips and round little bottom. 

The more he thought about it, the better he understood why Mr. Steven's seemed
to be interested in her. Her face, with her high cheekbones and thick sensual
lips, which covered her perfectly white and even teeth, was not as homely as
he had always thought it to be. She had shoulder length, dark brown hair, and
her big green eyes matched perfectly with her dark olive-color skin. Not to
mention her slim waspish waist, and as for her legs, he himself had never seen
them yet.

He had often seen her laughing, while she played with the other girls. Quite
often on those occasions, she would bring one or both of her hands over her
mouth, as if in reaction to something naughty that had just been said. Now
that he thought about it, he could understand why Mr. Steven was paying so
much attention to her. She was a rather attractive girl, and her half developed
breasts did show all the signs of a splendid shape to come. Even then, as he
was thinking about her, he began to feel his erection beginning to twitch in
the confinement of his pants.

At half past six in early evening the following day, he was already hidden and
waiting for Linda and Mr. Steven to enter the warehouse. He had been prudent,
so as not to be late, since it would then have been impossible for him to get
inside at that point. He therefore chose to enter the warehouse much early
than necessary. 

As on the previous evening, he saw and heard the large metal door suddenly
being opened, then the van drove in. Next Mr. Steven and Linda both got out of
the truck, and while Mr. Steven got busy closing the large door, Linda turned
on the lights.

Listening to them talk, as they were unloading the van, Bobbie learned that
Linda, after having eaten at her home, had walked over to his house, where he
was finishing supper, and from there they had gone to the warehouse. Once
again Mr. Steven began to make jokes, while they were sorting the different
garments. Then all of a sudden, so as to make her laugh, he took a white slip
from the van, and placed it in front of Linda, pretending that she was wearing
it. He then asked her if she was wearing one under her skirt.

"Oh no. I never wear a slip underneath, all of my skirts or dresses are thick
enough so that there is no need for me to wear a slip." 

"Then what do you wear underneath your skirt?" asked Mr. Steven.

Linda, in one of her typical reactions, brought the flat of her hand over her
mouth, in a most childish manner, and she began to giggle. After a few seconds
of this, she said, "You aren't supposed to ask such a question of a girl." 

"There is nothing to it. I know what Denise wear under her skirts." he replied.

Denise was his wife. 

"As a matter of fact, I check every day to see what she has on. Once I even
asked her to wear nothing underneath her dress, and we went for a long walk
while she had nothing on underneath." 

Linda seemed to find this very amusing, as well as shocking, and Bobbie could
tell that she was enjoying this kind of talk with Mr. Steven.

"I'll bet," Mr. Steven went on, "that at one time or another, you must have
also gone around without any panties on under your skirt?" 

"Oh no! Never! My mother would kill me if I ever did that." 

"But she doesn't have to find out, and it wouldn't show unless you turn around
so fast, that your skirt would lift up really high."

As he said this, he made her spin, by pushing her shoulders in opposite
directions. Her skirt did lift up a little, as she fought to not loose her
balance, but it only went up just over her knees. Although she pretended to
be shocked by what he had done, she let him make her spin around a few more
times again.

"Stop it!" Linda said while laughing, "You're making me dizzy." 

"Well I still believe that you aren't wearing any panties, and that's why you
want me to stop."

"Of course I am wearing some." she finally replied, as he sat on one of the
boxes next to her.

"Is it really true about Mrs. Steven? Did she actually go our for a walk with
you while she had nothing on under her skirt?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die if it's a lie." he replied jovially

He was now looking at her with eyes that were far from being fatherly. 

"You know," he went on to say, "you're almost as tall as my wife Denise. How
old are you?"

"I am over fourteen." she replied quickly, and Bobbie felt that she had been
too fast in answering his question, and that she seemed to think of herself
almost as an adult.

"My friends say that I could easily pass for a girl of sixteen at least." 

"Well that depends." Mr. Steven said, as he stared at her.

His eyes were now fixed on her breasts, which even if they weren't fully
developed yet, were quite attractive, and sat rather high on her chest, as is
the case with most young girls. She must have noticed where he was looking,
as she suddenly crossed her arms over her chest. 

"That's not fair, I'll grow a lot more still. Besides, you aren't supposed to
look at a girl that way." she said, though not in anger, and it did end up
with her giggling.

"Oh I wasn't trying to be insulting. On the contrary, I bet that Denise's
teats aren't much bigger than yours." 

Bobbie was shocked. Mr. Steven was using bad words in front of her. Teats was
a word that he never would have thought he'd hear, coming from the lips of a
man, while talking to a woman, and much less one who was talking to a young
girl. However Linda was far from being offended, in her typical way of
reacting, she placed her hand over her mouth once again, and now she was
laughing heartedly, as if he had just told her a very funny joke. 

It then occurred to Bobbie, that if he, or any other boy had talked to her that
way, she would have certainly reacted quite differently. So why was she
allowing Mr. Steven to use such language with her, and worse still, why was
she encouraging him to keep doing so, by her constant laughing and giggling,
thus indicating that she did find this sort of talk very funny. 

"You aren't supposed to talk that way in front of a girl." she finally said,
after she managed to stop herself from giggling.

"My wife doesn't mind when I talk to her that way. She even likes it when I
squeeze her teats. Here, let me show you what she likes me to do to her." 

As he pretended to reach out for her, she hurriedly pulled herself away, and
stood up before his hand found her boobs. 

"Ah! Ah! I'm not your wife!" she said, still laughing, and she didn't seem
to be angry one iota at him. "This is reserved for my future husband."

She had gotten up when he had pretended to reach out for her, but now she went
to sit back where she had been sitting just a few seconds earlier. He then
realized that this kind of talk did seem to excite her a great deal, the proof
of it being her red cheeks, combined with her constant nervous laughter at his
many jokes. Mr. Steven was probably noticing these signs as well, and it only
encouraged him to continue along this line of talking with her. 

"That's where you're wrong. If you want your breasts to develop properly, you
must massage them. If you don't, you'll end up looking like Miss Farrow."

Bobbie knew who Miss Farrow was. She was an old maid who lived a couple of
houses down the street. She was very thin and ugly, and she also went to church
almost every morning.

Then in a more serious manner, Mr. Steven went on, "When I met Denise for the
first time, her teats were much smaller than yours. Then, after I began to
massage them each and every day, they quickly got bigger and much firmer."

"Did she let you feel them before you were married to her?" 

"Of course she did. This is what a man expects from a woman, and if the woman
loves him, she'll allow him to touch her there, as often as he feels like it.
Of course you're too young to understand this, but as I just said, a good
daily massage will improve your boobs greatly."

They were both serious now and Bobbie could see where Mr. Steven was trying to
go, and he seemed to be having some degree of success in getting there. 

"My mother would kill me if I let someone touch my breasts." she replied.

"Yes, like I said, you're a little too young yet, but still it would improve
your body's appearance a great deal, if you did let someone massage them
regularly."

To Bobbie, who was hiding there behind the row of boxes, it was so evident to
see what Mr. Steven's was trying to do. His aim was to convince her to let him
fondle her boobs. Even though he was quite ignorant about these matters, he
certainly knew enough to realize that what Mr. Steven was saying to Linda was
simply hogwash.

He hadn't been successful yet in convincing her to let him touch her boobs,
but still it was evident that she did seem to believe what he had just told
her. They were now ready to leave the building, and were standing near the
door.

As he had done the previous day, he once again took her hand and brought it
to his lips. He kissed each finger in turn, and then, while looking at her
straight in her eyes, he proceeded to suck the tip of her longest finger. He
did this for long seconds, while both of them stood still facing each other.
When he finally released her hand, he went on to say to her in his usual
joking manner, "I think that I can easily guess where that finger has often
been."

Of course Bobbie was able to figure out that he meant that her finger had
probably often been within her cunt, he knew enough about girls to understand
that much.

His meaning was not lost on Linda, and even though it took her a few seconds
to react to the assumption that he had just made about her finger, instead of
being angry with him, she joined him again in a good laugh. Even as they left
the building through the side door, they were both still laughing at his rude
joke.



( end of part 1 )