Article 89307 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an359976@anon.penet.fi (.oO0Oo.)
Date: Sun, 20 Aug 1995 23:32:09 UTC
Subject: The Cottage by the Lake

		       The Cottage by the Lake

	At first, she felt hurt and furious realizing somebody was
spying her. She hadn't come here to be looked on, quite the contrary.
She had rented the cottage by the lake to be far from everybody. There
was also a feeling of threat.

	But then curiosity won and she started thinking how to find
out who was lying there behind the juniper bushes, without giving away
she knew about him. Finally she left the recliner as casually she
could, like she was just goingto retrieve a beer or a book and entered
the cottage. She stayed away from the windows while taking her
binoculars. The visibility to behind the foliage was poor at the best.
Anyway, what she saw confirmed what she had suspected. The voyeur was
that teenager boy from the other cottage on the opposite end of the
lake. She had seen him at the village store last week with his
parents, a totally boring pair to whom having a expensive car and a
mobile phone the high point of life. What they were doing here, so far
from anybody they could try to impress with the gadgets, was a
mystery. The boy, however, had seem lost and not happy at all being
around his parents. She could see why.

	Apparently, the boy had found something to do after all. She
had suspected somebody looking at her yesterday. Now she was sure. At
the same time she felt the anger fading away. SHE wouldn't stay at a
cottage with parents like that. And what else there was to do here,
away from anybody of his age?

	While she was pondering if she should invite him to a drink he
had apparently slipped away. Nobody behind the bushes now. He had been
lying there a couple of hours anyway with his binoculars. Seeing -
what? She had lied on the recliner wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and
shorts, reading, all the time vaguely aware being watched. So she
hadn't done anything very interesting. Well, now that she thought
about it, having no panties under the shorts and having her feet
pointing about to the direction of the juniper bushes might have let
the boy get a peek.

	After giving him enough time to retreat she walked uphill to
look his hiding place behind the bushes. He had chosen a good spot,
where he could see most of the patio while remaining relatively
invisible. Only by chance she had noticed him. She lowered herself
where he had lain and noticed a couple of tiny droplets hanging on a
twig on the ground. She touched one and then smelled her nger. She
knew that liquid.

	`Gee, seems I can still turn a man on' she thought with a wry
smile. Imagining the boy here, looking at her and masturbating made
her body tingle. She let her fingers wander through her body into the
pants. 'THIS is what you should have seen,' she thought, letting her
the fingers guide herself to a perfect little orgasm.

				* * *

	The boy came back next day. She had turned the recliner so
that he'd have even a better view. A wide brimmed straw hat and
sunglasses prevented him noticing that this time he was being watched
too. Otherwise she had only her bikini bottom on.

	She tried to act as casually as she could. Like that book was
gradually turning her on, she stroked her breasts absentmindedly for a
long time. Gradually she let the fingers wander across her tummy,
slightly touching the bikini fabric. Faked absentmindedness was
becoming harder all the time. She let the fingers slip under the
panties. Her pussy felt wet. Warm, wet and willing. Now she let the
book drop, and, like the idea had just occurred to her, slipped the
panties off.

	`Now, my boy, are you ready for the show?', she thought as she
spread her legs and let her fingers between the lips. 'Are we doing
this together, are we? Are you playing with yourself now?'

	She started to let herself loose. Her hands were wandering all
around the naked body, stroking breasts, fingers spreading the lips
apart, diving into the vagina playing with the clit. After a while,
she wasn't acting anymore.

				* * *

	Next morning she felt plain miserable. She had made plans
yesterday, after the big beautiful orgasm, still laying on the
recliner legs wide apart. The boy had still been there watching.
Later, when he had slipped away, she went to his hiding place and
expectedly found fresh semen droplets on the twigs. Now there seemed
to be more. Maybe he had ejaculated more than once. The very thought,
the picture of this young, quiet boy shooting his load off made her
aroused again. She eased herself where the boy had been and
masturbated once again. Then she had checked the landscape for her
plan.

	But the new day had aroused new thoughts. 'What I am doing to
this kid' she asked herself. 'I'm using him. Just plain using him for
my own pleasure. Lord knows how much damage I've already done to his
psyche with all this folly. What if he has somebody important waiting
for him back home? And here I come, messing everything.'

	There were also other thoughts. While she was sure - not
knowing why - that the kid would never attack her, his dad might not
have any inhibitions. What if the daddy knew? The braggish idiot macho
she had seen last week might as well commit a rape without a second
thought.

	`Please don't come' she asked in her mind.

				* * *

	The boy did come. She was laying on the recliner once again,
this time dressed in panties, shorts and a T-shirt. She could see him
behind the juniper while she pretended to be reading behind the straw
hat and the sunglasses. She was sure the boy was alone.

	She sighed. The kid wouldn't give up easily, not after the
yesterdays show. She just lied there awhile, trying to make up her
mind.

	`He turns me on. I seem to turn him on. Probably, no other
people will ever know. And I'm not going to force him to do anything.
Besides, he's been spying me and if his feelings are hurt, he has
deserved it.' she finally thought and stood up.

	Retrieving her towel from the cottage she took off the hat and
the sunglasses and tried not to look towards the juniper, now when he
could see her eyes. She dropped the towel to the recliner and removed
her clothes. Naked and her back to the juniper she bent to scratch an
insect bite on the ankle to give the boy a good view of her bottom.
'You will be waiting for me now, won't you?'

	The water felt cold against her sun-warmed skin. When the
surface touched her breasts she started swimming with slow, relaxed
moves. The cottage was build on a small, projecting pointlet. When she
was sure the boy could not see her anymore, she switched to fast,
quiet and efficient crawl. On the other side of the pointlet she
beached, careful not to make any noise.

	He didn't see her approach. For a moment, she stood there,
watching him. He had a pair of binoculars beside him, but he was not
using them now. He had unzipped his shorts and was slowly stroking his
erect member while looking to the lake waiting her reappear. And then
he suddenly turned and saw her.

	She felt embarrassed, standing there wet and naked. The boy
stared at her, pale, frozen, his penis still protruding from the
trousers.

	`I... ' she tried to start, but words seemed to fail her.
'I... I... ' Besides shame and embarrassment, she felt she might burst
into a nervous laughter and she knew she shouldnt do that, no way.

	`I... ' She swallowed. 'I... sort of thought... you might like
to have a better look.'

	The boy seemed to relax a bit. A very little bit. He was still
pale and wide-eyed and definitely knew not at all what to do with this
naked lady.

	`Well... care for a drink?' she managed to say and saw the boy
nod.

	`Okay, then... come along.'

	She stepped by him while he stumbled on his feet. She tried to
walk naturally, but that was extremely difficult. She was painfully
aware being looked.

	At least selecting and serving the drinks gave her something
to say. They sat on the porch. She noticed he had managed to zip his
fly on the way down. He still looked scared, but having his pants on
seemed to give him at least a bit of confidence. She was desperately
trying to find something to talk about, something that wouldn't sound
preposterous, threatening or patronizing. Like sex, parents, school,
what he was doing behind the bushes and things like that.

	As time passed both started to relax bit by bit. They found
they both liked science fiction (he noticed the book she had been
pretending to read), disliked classical music and were interested
about social sciences (which made her to hope he would never enroll
the university she was teaching at). Gradually, she became bold enough
to slip key phrases like 'my ex-husband' to the conversation and was
surprised that he let away such bits as 'the girl I used to be in love
with' in a tone that suggested it hadn't been mutual and was over and
done with anyway.

	She found out her initial impression about him had been
correct. He was witty, smart and mature for his age. He seemed to have
a good sense of self irony, a very rare feature in a young man.

	He had avoided looking at her first. Now there were swift
sidelong glances while his hand were laying in his lap all the time he
didn't use them for making his point in conversation. Still she
couldn't help noticing the slight bulge. 'I'm turning you on', she
thought, 'but do you know what you're doing to me?' while she was
thinking a way to get him rid of his shorts without shocking the
delicate mood.

	Then he excused himself and asked about the toilet. She said
she needed to go too and led him to the old style loo near the
cottage. He let her go first gallantly and she left the door open
while continuing the casual chatting. He had shaken enough of his
shyness to openly look her while she sat there peeing. In his turn he
let the door open too and when his open shorts fell down around his
ankles he let them be and took them in his hand when he was finished.
He seemed to be only slightly embarrassed about his half-aroused willy
on the way back to the porch. Once his hand touched slightly her hip
while they were walking and she let herself think it was not purely
accidental. When she entered the cottage to fetch them another round
of drinks he followed her.

	It was a small cottage and the undone double berth almost
filled all the floor space. He sat beside her on the edge to sip his
drink. And she carefully leaned against him she felt him answer. His
free hand brushed lightly and shyly her thigh.

	Now she was sure. She looked him in the eye and planted a
light kiss to his lips. He answered with another kiss, a sort of
unsure one, then another, then another, all the time a bit bolder.
Without words, she taught him how to use his lips, how to use his
tongue.

	They were lying on the berth now, she almost on top of him.
She stroked his bare chest, touched his small nipples, guided his
fingers to hers. He had warm, sensitive hands and what he lacked in
technique, he made up in gentleness. Gradually both pairs of hands
started exploring the naked bodies while their tongues were still
playing with each other.

	When her hand finally reached his sack she felt him playing
with her fanny, fondling the buttocks playfully. She pressed her mound
softly against his thigh, exploring the touch of his warm skin. He had
a full erection now, and drops of warm, slippery liquid were sliding
down the shaft. He managed to reach between her thighs, touching the
lips shyly at first, then letting his fingers slide on and between
them. She knew he could feel her wetness and understand what it meant.
She opened her thighs a bit more to make it easier and felt her
fingers probing her folds. Her strokes on his member grew stronger,
faster. Its head was now smooth and slippery. She could hear his
breathing come deeper and faster. Then he arched his back and spurts
of semen fell on their skins.

	She knew he was embarrassed again. I'm sorry, he whispered and
she said no, it was my fault, I got carried away. She continued
stroking his sack certain that it wouldn't take this boy long to grow
hard again. He resumed stroking her pussy with her fingers and let her
movements guide him. She reached the edge and grinded her mound to his
thigh panting heavily.

	The moment of embarrassment was gone; she felt how her fingers
made his penis grow erect. Then, with a gentle movement, she climbed
on him and guided him into her.

	They were lying there quietly for a while. She let him time to
feel how it felt to be inside a woman. At the same time she enjoyed
the feeling of his hardness deep in her vagina. Gradually, she started
her movements and felt his reply. His hands on her fanny pressed her
against him while playing with the buttocks. A few times she felt his
fingers exploring in-between, even lightly touching on her other hole.
She bent herself to kiss his nipples, felt them became erect, felt how
that made him feel. She let her tongue wander and finally reach his
lips again.

	Their movements locked together, grew stronger, stronger,
stronger, their bodies grinding to each other their panting growing
heavier heavier heavier their bodies becoming one as their juices
flooded between them when they reached their climax almost together.

				* * *

	They slept a while together, him still inside of her. Then she
finally said to him go, before they set up searching for you. But he
came back the next day.