Article 106543 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Subject: "Wet Dream" (f, voy)
Date: 12 Nov 1995 15:06:12 GMT

			      Wet Dream
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			      by Caesar
		      written for: Sinfull Sara
				1994

	The sight I came upon during that lush sunny afternoon took my
breath away. A little known girl from school was across the
picturesque glade from me. Doing as I, strolling in the afternoon sun,
enjoying the heat of the early day and the peace of the gentle woods.
I recall her name as Sara, two grades below my own, but a shy quiet
girl whom no one really knew.

	The sunlight shone through the tall trees to radiate her pale
skin and short blonde hair. The smile upon her face was not meant for
anyone but herself, but I took solace that I was a witness to her
happiness. She practically skipped down to the pool, the sound of the
rushing stream a few paces away, hide the crunch of her dainty feet
upon the forest floor.

	Was I a pervert or just an overly attentive young man? I sat
down a hundred meters from her, watching as she bend at the knees to
cool her arms and hands in the icy water. My eyes ignoring the
abundant natural obstructions and studying her taunt round bottom in
her dark green walking shorts. The days heat was partially shaded as
she found peace for beneath the trees and she sat down upon facing the
pool.

	I inched forward totally unobserved from the pretty girl, my
sounds also hidden by the rushing water. Sara was rubbing her still
wet cold hand along her thin neck. I could see that her eyes were
closed and that the smile upon her face had not disappeared.

	My person was but a few meters from the relaxing girl, hidden
by a thick bush, my view practically unobstructed. I knew that I had
gone beyond the point of a polite view and had intruded upon Sara's
privacy by sneaking up to her. What she did next, convinced me that
staying had been the right thing to do, and I forgot any notion about
leaving.

	Sara's relaxed roaming hand strolled down and settled upon her
small round right breast. At first I thought it was only a natural
place to move her hand, but when I could see the fingers squeeze that
perfect shaped mound I knew better. The hand continued to fondle that
breast, slowly and firmly giving herself the pleasure of her own hand
upon the obviously sensitive skin.

	What was she doing? She wasn't about to get sexually
stimulated out her in the forest, was she? My heart practically
pounded as I saw the other hand come up and grab the left breast and
begin to squeeze. Together, Sara and I licked our lips, almost
poetically.

	Time mattered little as my senses were focused upon Sara and
her pleasure. I could see that see was enjoying her touches, as her
nipples were strongly poking through her light tee-shirt, while her
hands also trembled slightly, and her tongue constantly licked upon
her full red lips. When she moved her right hand from her excited
breast and down her flat stomach, I could barely breath. Nervous and
excited at what I may be witnessing.

	The button holding her shorts were too much for her one hand
and she used both to manipulate them. Her left hand again squeezed the
shapely breast while the other snuck under the waistband of her shorts
to obviously cup her sex. I watched from her profile as the girls
whole body rippled in delight after only seconds of her own hand
between her legs.

	I knew not what made the noise, so engrossed in the sight I
was viewing, but Sara suddenly bolted straight up, disengaging her
hands from her body. "Who is it? Who is there?!" She sounded scared.

	I didn't know what to say. It was odvioous that she could not
see me, but knew that someone was watching her. And she looked
positively frightened, and with a tiny bit of guilt. I wanted to
comfort her, but not give away my identity because I too felt guilty
at my peeking actions.

	I finally spoke, "Why are you out here alone?" It was an
innocent question, one that she took the wrong way, I could see that
she shivered not in pleasure, but fright. "I won't hurt you." She
didn't calm very much at my remark.

	"Then why are you hiding? Will you let me go?"

	My reply came before I even thought about it, "No!" She froze.
"I don't want you to go, I don't want you to stop... " We both knew
what was about to come next, and my voice was getting raspy. "You are
very beautiful. I just wanted to see more of what you had been
doing?!"

	"I wasn't doing anything." She didn't believe her own remark,
let alone fooling me. Perhaps she said it only for propriety sake.

	"You were playing with yourself." That shocked her for some
strange reason, perhaps the uncensored truth of it? "Please take off
your clothes." I had meant it as a question, but she took it as an
order. An order from an unseen man hiding from her view.

	Sara's shaking hands moved to her hips, and the thumbs hooked
into the waistband of her shorts pushing them down past her curvy
hips. I could see her pretty white cotton panties as the shorts were
pushed to her knees. "Is this what you wanted?" She was becoming
defiant, testing what I wanted, what she was capable of.

	"I want more." I could see a damp spot in the front of the
panties from her previous playing. "Take off your panties and shoes."
As she moved to comply, I unintentional whispered loud enough for her
to hear, "I want to see your beautiful body."

	The sun was moving in the sky and her moving body was
highlighted by a beam of brilliance that created a angelic affect.
Sara was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.

	When she again stood straight, looking out into the forest
searching for the voice, I could see the small tight naked body of the
pretty young woman. Infrequently she trembling, in what I thought,
fear. "What do you want me to do now?" Her nails on both her hands ran
trails up her curvy hip as she spoke. I could tell that she was
becoming aroused at the situation, but fear was still a strong
emotion.

	My own inexperience showed when I hadn't a clue what to do at
that moment. Perhaps I should reveal myself and present my naked self
to her. Yet something inside me help me back. Instead I spoke up, my
voice even more raspy, "Lay down."

	Sara hesitated for only a few seconds before finding a moss
covered bed to lay upon. I could almost see right up between her legs
and the almost hairless patch between. "Spread your legs, let me see
your pussy?" I was testing my boundaries. And luckily she complied.
"You have a beautiful pussy Sara." Indeed! "Touch yourself!" My voice
rose and octave with that short sentence.

	The beautiful young girl's trembling hand slid down her belly
to the sandy blond patch between her legs. I could already see the
glisening dark pink inner lips slightly spread out towards me. While
watching the woods, still looking around trying to zero in on my
voice, she rotated the top of her sex, the clitoris. I could see that
her attention was diverted, and she attempted to hold back her sexual
energy by biting on the bottom of her lip.

	"Lay back and close your eyes Sara." She did as ordered. I
could feel her submissiveness and need for sexual attention in her
every action and word. Her right hand was agitating her clitoris at a
furious rate, her other hand slid up to her face and she sucked upon
two of her fingers. The sight was very arousing and my cock was hard
as rock.

	Even over the loudness of the running stream I could hear my
beauties fast hard breathing. And with aid of my imagination, could
hear her boiling wet sex. Sara began to toss side to side, her knees
closing then parting again and again. Her back arching upwards and her
chin pressing to her chin. She was in total motion, her whole body
moved upon with her control. It was her excited desires that held and
controlled her body. I could even see the muscles in her inner thigh
ripple with delight as her young body prepared and anticipated its
explosion.

	Even while my eyes viewed the glorious sight of Sara as she
orgasmed, I began to edge backwards. Her whole body clenched as one
strong muscle. She gave a light scream of delight then froze for
several long seconds. I was already quite a ways away from her when
she spoke, her voice exhausted, "Anything else?" It almost sounded as
if she was pleading.

	I came to a well used forest path and quickly exited, my
mind's eye still filled with the pale skinned image of Sara as she
masturbated for my viewing pleasure.

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