Watching and Lusting
                                  by Mandil 

                                    PART 3





Of course, the following Monday Bobbie did spy on them, and he also spied on
them every day of that week, including Saturday. Even more, he was able to
watch them almost every single day of the summer when they were together in
the warehouse.

By the end of the summer, when school was soon to begin, he had actually seen
Mr. Steven's fuck Linda many dozens of time and while observing them, he also
learned everything there was to learn in the art of making love to a woman, as
well as making her a complete slave to a man's lust. By then, Linda was madly
in love with Mr. Steven's and she was willing to do anything he would ask her.

But to return to the events of the following Monday, Mr. Steven's intentions
soon became very evident to Bobbie. Every day he would go a little further
with her, along the path of taking more and more liberties with her, and once
she had allowed him to touch her, in places he hadn't explored before, it was
a sure thing that he would be able to do it again, the next time that he was
with her. As the days went by, it became apparent to him that she was
surrendering more and more of her body to him. She was also revealing to him
her most secret thoughts.

That Monday, Mr. Steven made her strip to her waist once again, before they
began to work. Then, as soon as they were finished with the unloading of the
small panel van of its load of soiled garments, he made her sit on his lap
while he fondled her breasts. Soon he began to talk to her about his wife, he
even told her things about his intimate life with his wife, that she had no
right to know.

"Denise was very horny last evening." he said to her after a while.

"Oh, don't talk like that, it's not very nice." she replied in a kind of
reproaching mood, but still she couldn't prevent herself from giggling, and to
Bobbie it was as plain as daylight, that she was enjoying this kind of talk.
So her comment, far from discouraging Mr. Steven's, rather encouraged him and
he just continued with this line of talking to her.

"She was so wild last evening," he went on, "that she kept begging me to go to
bed at half past nine."

"And what did you do?"

Even if Linda had just said that it was not proper to talk like that, it was
plain to Bobbie, and probably to Mr. Steven's also, that she wanted to know
more about what had happened between him and his wife.

"Well I made her wait until half past ten. But it was worth it to wait a
little. Do you know what I did with her when we got to bed?"

"No. And I don't think that you should tell me."  

There were long seconds of silence. Then when she realized that he wasn't
going to tell her, she finally added, "I'll bet you both felt asleep the
minute you got into the bed."

"Oh we did sleep indeed, but not until a couple of hours later, while I was
lying on top of her, but I kept thinking about you. I even tried to imagine
that you were the one underneath me, and I pretended that I was making love to
you."

This didn't seem to shock Linda at all. Quite the opposite, she seemed rather
pleased with what he had just said. She then looked at him for a few seconds
and added, "Did you really think about me? Are you telling me the truth?"  

"Of course it's the truth, and as I plunged my cock within her cunt," upon
hearing him talk in this naughty manner, Linda brought her hand up to her
mouth, as she shoved her head against his shoulder, giggling like a little
girl, "I tried to imagined that I was fucking you."

Linda, even though she had acted shocked upon hearing what he was telling her,
could still be heard giggling.

"Oh my, I certainly hope that Mrs. Steven's never finds out about this, but
she doesn't have to worry about you f..., doing it to me, since it will never
happen, since I don't want to get pregnant."

"No I don't think it would be wise for you to fuck yet. Have you begun to get
your menstruations yet?"

"Yes, six months ago. Ever since that first time, I've been as regular as a
clock. So you see, I could easily have a baby, if you were to do this to me."

"I agree, it would be dangerous, unless we took some precautions." he replied.

For many long seconds Bobbie observed her looking at Mr. Steven's. It was
evident that she wanted to find out more about these precautions were that
he was talking about. Finally, when she realized that he wasn't going to
elaborate anymore on the matter, she asked him what he meant.

"It's very simple actually, there are many means by which the dangers of
getting pregnant can be eliminated. One consists in pulling out of the girl's
vagina, before the man releases his load of spunk inside of her. Another one
is to simply use a condom."

Bobbie was certain that she knew what a condom was, but it was impossible for
him to predict if she was aware of the method of pulling out, before the sperm
was ejected inside of the woman. He had heard of this method of birth control
from his friends.

"Do you use a condom with your wife?"

"No. We used too, but during the last year we no longer use them, since Denise
wants another baby."

All the while, as they were talking, she was still sitting on his lap, and he
was enjoying the feel of her breasts, as he held one in each hand. Bobbie
could see that there were signs that she was getting more and more exited by
the touch of his hands, as well as the erotic subject of their conversation.

Suddenly Mr. Steven asked her. "Have you ever try using a condom with a boy?"

Linda reacted by pretending to be a little shocked, while she couldn't prevent
herself from laughing. "Of course not. Who do you think I am, I don't go
around making it with every boy that I see."

"That means that you have never experienced a cock within you. Therefore you
are still a virgin?"

"I guess so, all that I know is that I never had a boy's thing within me."

"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Yes. You are a boy and you kissed me."

She must have thought that her own comment was very funny, since she had a
good laugh from it.

"No, I mean beside me. Have you ever kissed a boy of your own age?" 

She did hesitated a while, then at last she said nodded her head.

"Who was he?" 

It was evident that she was reluctant to reveal this secret, but at the same
time, for reasons unknown to Bobbie, she felt compelled to tell him everything,
so with her head bent a little, she whispered to him who it was. But it was
loud enough that he did hear the name that she said.

"It was Tony Barton." 

"How and when did this happen?" 

"My family and his family met at the lake last year, and while Tony and I were
in the water, pretending to play, he kissed me. He even tried to feel my
breasts under the water, but I wouldn't let him."

Bobbie knew Tony Barton, he was a few years older than he was, and for some
reason, he felt a spark of jealousy toward Tony. Their talk finally ended in
a bout of passionate kissing and fondling.

The next couple of days were pretty much of the same, with Linda walking
around bared chested, with much kissing and touching from Mr. Steven's, after
their work was done, but Bobbie noticed a gradual change in Mr. Steven's
attitudes toward Linda

He became bolder with her bosoms, and his kisses were longer and more frequent.
He even described in details his first fuck with a girl who had been fourteen
at the time. She was not his wife, and he even told Linda that she was now a
married woman, whom Linda knew.

Of course Linda did try again and again to make him tell her the name, but he
wouldn't tell her.

By Friday, not only had she surrendered her breasts to his hands and lips, but
she was also letting his hands feel her upper thighs, as she sat on his lap.

Bobbie began to realize the wisdom, as well as the expertise of Mr. Steven's.
Had he rushed things with her that first time, he would probably have
succeeded in fucking her, but the after effects, and the trauma of her actions
could have made her put an end to their affair, not to mention the possibility
that afterwards she could have revealed everything to her mother, or worst
still, to one of the priests.

By taking his time with her, he was slowly initiating her into the pleasures
of the flesh, while at the same time he was giving her young mind plenty of
time to get used to exposing her body to him more and more, but slowly. More
importantly still, she was falling in love with him.

Judging by the way that she would look at him, Bobbie felt sure that she felt
a deep love for Mr. Steven's. Every time that she would talk to him, she would
stare at him, as if he was the greatest man on the surface of the Earth.

Saturday evening, she once again went into a fit of crying, before leaving his
arms. Since the following day was Sunday, they weren't able to get together.
The previous day, she had allowed him to pull her skirt up above her knees,
while one of his hands had felt her upper thighs underneath.

During that week, Bobbie had been able to learn by their long talks, that Mr.
Steven's had fucked half a dozen girls, before marrying his wife. Worst still
he had married her on account of the fact that she was pregnant.

For her part, Linda admitted that she sometimes watched her brother, while he
took a bath. It seems that through the keyhole of the bathroom's door, she
could see him very clearly in the bathtub. Then by the end of the week, she
finally revealed to Mr. Steven's that sometimes she did rub her cunt, and
masturbated to orgasm, while in her bed. As she told him this, her face had
become very red, but on account of Mr. Steven's insistence, it was as if she
was compelled to tell him about this secret.

As early as the following Monday evening, or late afternoon, Mr. Steven's was
able to coax her into showing him her legs, as high as her upper thighs. By 
the middle of the week, he had convinced her to remove her skirt completely,
before helping him unload the garments from the van, in only her cotton
panties.

What an exquisite sight it was for Bobbie. Never in his young life would he
have imagined that a girl, such as Linda, could have such pretty legs, as well
as such exiting breasts. Her upper thighs were round and plump, yet they were
firm and shapely. Her slightly olive complection was a little lighter over her
thighs, but at the same time her skin on that part of her body looked so soft,
with no imperfections whatsoever to be seen.

Her legs were long and perfectly straight. He had to admit that even if she
was still only fifteen, any woman would be more than happy to have as
attractive legs as she had.

From the very first look he had of her legs, his heart and pulse went into
high gear. As she walked around in her white panties, he could actually hear
the pounding in his ears, as his heart pumped his blood at a much faster rate.

That first time that Bobbie was able to see her parading around in her
undergarment, she had been wearing white cotton panties, like all girls of her
age were wearing in those days. Bobbie knew since his two sisters were also
wearing panties exactly like the ones that she had on. His mom bought them at
Logan's 5, 10 and 15 Store, on main street. As a matter of fact he didn't
think that it was possible to buy any other shape or color of panties in town,
for young girls at least. He knew about his sisters' knickers, since he had
often seen them hanging to dry on the clothesline.

The sparkling white panties contrasted in a most erotic and appealing manner
with the darker color of her thighs, thus making his cock pulsate in his
pants. Even the stretched half-inch wide elastic bands around her waist and
around each thigh, gave her a girlish/womanly appeal that made him lust for
her, as he kept his eyes focused on the erotic sight of her half naked body.

He tried to imagine how pleasant it would be to move his hands over her thighs,
over her panties, and to squeeze her breasts, as Mr. Steven's had just done.
Yes he would give anything to be allowed to shove his face against the
material of her panties, and to be able to breath the scent of her sex, which
he knew must be impregnating the undergarment.

While she walked around in front of Mr. Steven, her round bottom cheeks could
be seen bouncing inside of her knickers, and thus stretching the cotton
material even more.

Mr. Steven examined her for a full minute with eyes that reflected his great
admiration, as well as his lust for her. Now that her skirt was off, she seemed
much less reluctant to show her charms off to his eyes, as she cheerfully
paraded around, virtually naked in front of him. But still, even as she slowly
walked back and forth in front of him, in her typical way, she held her hand
in front of her mouth in this girlish manner.

But at the same time, it was now evident that it thrilled her to see the look
of lust and desire for her body on Mr. Steven's face. She now knew that her
exposed nakedness gave her some sort of power over him, and she was quite
willing to use it, even if she still didn't feel completely comfortable walking
around with so little covering her body.

He made her walk back and forth a few times along the width of the
space behind the van, then suddenly he pulled her into his arms and he
glued his lips on hers as they both stood next to the opened doors of
the van. As he kissed her, Bobbie watched his hands roaming all over
her body along the length of her back to finally come to rest on her
bottom cheeks which he then held firmly with a cheek in each hand.

They kissed passionately for a long time, he then took her hand and he
guided her toward the closest wooden box on which he sat. Once seated
there he pulled her until she was sitting on his laps.

There was no doubt in Bobbie's mind that Linda was aware of the effect
that her half naked body had on Mr. Steven. Her eyes were sparkling
and her face was very red as Bobbie watched her proudly sitting on his
laps.

She no longer was the shy little girl who would try to prevent his
hands from raising her skirt too high, on the contrary she now held
her thighs half open for him so that his exploring hands could feel
and press her soft inner thighs. Once or twice his hand even went over
the junction of her legs over her panties.

For long minutes this went on without a word being said by either of
them. Then he made her stand and he also stood next to her. Linda was
now looking at him with expectation written all over her face, she
didn't know what he was going to do next but it was plain that she was
expecting something special.

He made her sit on the same box on which he had been sitting just a
few seconds previously. Next got on his knees between her parted legs
and Bobbie watched his head disappears in the valley of her parted
thighs.

Soon Bobbie saw Linda's hands reaching for the back of Mr. Steven's
head as she applied pressure there thus shoving his face even deeper
into the crotch of her panties.

Bobbie felt envious of Mr. Steven's. How wonderful and how cozy it must be,
he told himself, to feel her soft inner thighs against his face, and to be
able to experience the warmth of her body, while at the same time to be able
to inhale the essence of her sex so near. There was no doubt in his mind that
Mr. Steven's must have been able to detect with his mouth, the parallel ridges
of her cunt's lips, as well as the wetness in-between them.

After a short time, he saw her beginning to press and shove her lower body
forward, against Mr. Steven's face. Even if she still had her panties on, she
kept gyrating and pressing her crotch against his face, which was constantly
moving between her legs. Judging by her half-closed eyes, that reflected her
passionate state, it was clear to Bobbie that she was in the grasp of intense
pleasure. Once in a while he could even hear her moaning her appreciation of
what was being done to her. Sometimes she would bend her upper body and close
her thighs in a tight grip around his head, while her hand kept pushing him
deeper. She was then the picture of passion itself.

Had Mr. Steven wished it then, he could have fucked her, Bobbie had no doubt
whatsoever that she would have cooperated one hundred percent with him. But it
must not have been in his plan to do that yet. Instead he just made her climax
a couple of times, while his mouth and face grinded and rubbed over the crotch
of her panties.

When he finally pulled his head from between her parted legs, Linda's face was
flame-red with passion, and judging by the glaze in her eyes, she seemed out
of touch with what had just happen to her. As soon as she was standing next to
him, he had to hold her in his arms, since her upper body was wobbling back
and forth. Had he not held her just then, she probably would have fallen to
the cement floor of the warehouse. Gradually though, she recovered, and she
threw her arms around his neck, as they once again kissed for long minutes.

From then on it became a new game. Whereas before he had made her work with
her body bared from the waist up, he now insisted that she go around wearing
only her panties. He would even assist her in undressing, and once she was
almost naked, standing there in just her panties, they would proceed to unload
the van, and sort the different garments that he had collected that day. Later
on he would feel her up all over, while they were kissing. After that, he
would make her climax, with his head between her legs, but not once did he ask
her to take off her panties.

On Saturday of that week, after his daily feasting between her opened thighs,
he made her sit on his lap, and proceeded to ask her a few questions.

"Tell me Linda, do you like it when I suck on your cunt?" 

"Oh, don't talk like that." she said, while giggling in her characteristical
girlish manner.

"Well do you like it or not? If you are letting me do this, only to please me,
then I'll stop doing it."

She answered quickly, much too quickly.  

"No, no. I don't want you to stop doing it. I do like it a lot, I have never
felt anything so nice in my entire life."

"I am glad to hear that, but it would feel even better, if I were to take off
your panties to do it, you know."

For a second or two she seemed to be thinking about what he had just said, and
Bobbie could tell that she was reluctant to say anything. But in a barely
audible voice he heard her say, "If you want me to take them off, I will."

She wasn't looking at Mr. Steven's when she said this. Her eyes were resting
on a spot on the floor. It was evident that she knew exactly the gravity of
what she had just said. She was expressing her willingness to get completely
naked in front of him, and it was plain to Bobbie that she now knew that she
was going to allow him to do anything he liked with her from now on.

"Before you take them off, you must understand that eventually I will end up
fucking you."

"I can't let you do that. Suppose I end up with a baby in my belly." 

"It won't happen if we are careful. I will pull out of you, before my spunk
gets into you, that way you'll be safe."

"You really can do that?" 

"Yes. I have already explained that to you. I have done it often?" 

"Did you do it while f..., having sex with Mrs. Steven's?" 

"Yes I have often used a condom, but I no longer use one now, since she does
want to have another baby. I must admit, that it is much more pleasant when I
do spill my seed into her."

"Do you have sex with your wife often?" 

"Every evening, and sometimes in the morning too."  he said, while looking at
Linda and smiling.

"It's not fair. You should stop having sex with her. You said that you loved
me."

"But we haven't made love yet. Would you let me fuck you, if I stop fucking
Denise?"

Linda pressed her head against his chest and then whispered, "Yes I will."

 

                                  (end of part 3)