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CAUTION...CAUTION...CAUTION...CAUTION...CAUTION...CAUTION...CAUTION...CAUTION.
					
					STANDARD WARNING

This story is of an erotic nature, I wouldn't dream of telling you what you can or can't read but if the law, in your part of the world, says you must not read this sort of fiction then please go read something that they'll let you.

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                                Observation

                               Duke of Ramus

                         A Piece of my Imagination

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It all started when I was given a telescope for my fourteenth birthday, I
had been doing a science project on astronomy and wanted to look at the
planets. I'd borrowed my dad's binoculars but I hadn't been able to hold
them steady enough to use them. My parents then bought me a small telescope
fitted with a tripod and it had helped me with the project.

One of the problems with where we lived was that it was surrounded by
street lights, so I soon found myself packing the scope onto the cross bar
of my bike, strapping the tripod to my back and heading the couple of miles
to a local hill, which put me away from and above the street lights. The
view of both our town and the sky was very impressive and I spent many
enjoyable evenings on the hill.

It was about July or early August, well into the school summer holiday,
that a comet was making a close pass and I wanted to get a good look at it.
The problem was that as it was the middle of summer it didn't go dark until
late, so it took a lot of nagging of my mum for me to get permission to
stay out late to see the comet. She eventually let me, probably just to
shut me up, but I had got what I wanted.

On the Saturday I set off for the hill, telescope, notebook and a flask,
mothers idea, loaded on the bike. I found a nice comfortable position, set
up the telescope dropped a blanket on the ground and waited for it to go
dark. It wasn't as boring as it sounds because I was able to check up on a
couple of satellites as they went overhead. I noticed that a few cars were
moving into an area at the bottom of the hill, I remembered seeing them
before, but I hadn't given them much thought.

The comet was brilliant, really worth staying out to watch, I made lots of
sketches and notes on the whole event. I wondered about getting a camera
and fitting it to the telescope so that I could get proper pictures,
another thing to check on in the future.

It was whilst I was preparing to put everything away that I saw another car
arrive at the bottom of the hill, my curiosity got the better of me, so I
swung the scope around and focused on what was happening below. I'm sure
you know, but I was a young lad and hadn't given it much thought, the first
couple I saw were snogging, he was leaning towards her and I could just
make out that her blouse was undone. I swung round to the next car, I
couldn't see anything, it was too dark.

The third car was very revealing, the driver was reclined in his seat, a
girls head was bobbing up and down in his lap, I'd never had, or seen, a
blowjob before, but I'd read about them and I was now watching one. My own
prick was hard, and, taking it out of my trousers I started to wank in time
with the girls movements, I quickly speeded up, moving faster than the
girl, my eye glued to the scope. Even with his head start I came well
before he did, spraying my spunk into the grass beside me. Having shot my
load I continued to watch and, after he'd come I was rewarded with the
sight of the girls tits as she sat back in her seat.

The bloke then lent over and started to kiss her and grope her tits. I
watched as his hand went down her body, he obviously started to play with
her cunt, but I couldn't see that far down, I watched until she'd been
given her orgasm, then they straightened their clothes and drove away. I
looked around, most of the cars had left by then, I glanced at my watch and
realised I was in trouble, I was late. I packed up and dashed home, I
ignored the fact that I was late, telling mom and dad all about the comet,
showing them my drawings and probably boring them silly, but they didn't
comment on the time.

I went up the hill the following afternoon and had a look around, I knew
where the cars parked so I was looking for a place, not to close, where I
could set up my telescope easily and not be seen. I didn't think that I
would be to popular if the people saw me watching them, and they were all a
lot bigger than me. I eventually found a place between two bushes half way
down, or up, the hill depending on your point of view, I checked to make
sure that I could get in and out of this spot without being seen. After all
this careful reconnaissance I headed home, happy with the plans I'd laid.

When I went out that night I was very disappointed, it was a Sunday and
people, it would appear, didn't go out to play then. The only car that came
into the area was a police car, it drove in, did one circuit and then drove
off again. I ended up watching the comet again, and as good as it was it
was still a let down. I'd have to watch and see when people went out.

A couple of days later I had another moment of inspiration, from my bedroom
I could see into our neighbours back gardens, the woman next door, who was
old enough to be my mother, was sunbathing there so I set up the telescope
and had a look. I failed again, she was too close, it wouldn't focus on
her, so I started to scan around at the various houses that I could see,
checking which ones I could get a good view of.

Then it was time to compile a list of who lived in these houses and, all
things considered, where they worth looking at. There was Gillian, a sexy
looking girl of about eighteen who lived off to one side and Margaret, a
divorced woman who I baby-sat for once a month.

Over the next couple of nights I spent a great deal of time in my bedroom,
writing up my notes...... in reality staring at various bedrooms, waiting
for lights to come on. The eighteen year old wasn't very helpful, yes she
was very pretty, but invariably, whenever she went into her room she shut
the curtains and unfortunately I couldn't see through material, Margaret,
however was much more helpful.

Margaret, as I've said, was divorced, her former husband, a coloured chap
had been in the army and apparently, whilst on an exchange trip in America,
had gone off with some woman and not bothered coming back. She had two
children, a little girl who was five and a son a year younger, these where
the kids I looked after for her when she went out. When Margaret was in her
room she didn't bother with the curtains so I was able to see her getting
changed a couple of times. I didn't see much, just her walking around in
her underwear, but to a young lad like me that was excellent wanking
material.

In addition to this I found that Friday and Saturday's were the best days
for watching the cars from the hill, it was on one of these days that I saw
my first fuck. I'd set up as usual and quite early on a red Ford Granada
had pulled up, the bloke looked quite old but the girl was cute, a slim
girl, blond and quite short. They were quickly snogging away his hands
going all over her body, I watched as he undid her short denim dress, her
tits appearing as if by magic, totally free as she wasn't wearing a bra.
His head dipped as he began to suck on her nipples, she was obviously
enjoying this, and so was I. He'd been at this for a couple of minutes
before his head went down into her lap, she stuck one of her legs up on the
dashboard of the car and wiggled around to help him get in.

I was wanking furiously at this time, this was the best show I'd seen so
far, after a few minutes of this, and my first orgasm, the bloke came up
for air, the girl pushed him back onto his seat and clambered over the
centre console and onto his lap. She was kissing him on the lips whilst
rubbing her exposed tits on his chest, there was a pause in her movements,
then she raised her body and I got a quick view of a very stiff prick,
before she lowered herself on to it. She rested her head on his shoulder
and started to bounce her body up and down on his dick, my prick had stayed
hard and I was wanking as fast as I could, after a couple of minutes of
this action he grabbed her bum and squeezed hard, nearly pushing her head
into the roof as he filled her with his spunk. My dick was that sore that I
had to stop wanking, compared with this scene the rest of the evening was
very quiet.

I had to be careful for the next week, I'd abused my dick to much, there
was a reddening around the head where I'd wanked too hard, or too fast,
whichever I didn't wank for the next week, I didn't even go up the hill on
the Friday. That Saturday evening I was sat in my bedroom staring out of
the window when I caught a movement in Margaret's bedroom, like a moth to a
candle I had to look. I positioned the telescope so that I could see and
watched as she took a couple of dresses out of her wardrobe, she then
stripped down to her underwear before trying each of them on. The blue
dress was short and soft, a bit like a sexy night dress, when she had it on
you could clearly see her bra straps and I held my breath as she undid and
then removed her bra, after she had looked at herself in the mirror she
peeled the dress off, revealing her boobs to me. She didn't have very big
tits, but they were nicely shaped and had very big nipples, I was stiff
just watching her, I even had a quick stroke before she left her room, I
waited for her to re-appear but she didn't, so I went to bed.

The following week was very quiet, it rained on the Friday so I had another
week off, Margaret was noticeable by her absence whenever I was watching. I
tried to obtain a view of other women but doing so was always fraught with
risks, I had to set the telescope up in a different room in the house and
then make sure that I wasn't caught by mom or dad. In the end I gave up
trying. When school started again it put paid to my nocturnal wanderings so
I had to be satisfied with the occasional glimpse of Margaret from my
bedroom window, even my astronomy suffered.

Eventually we neared Christmas, the events of note over this period were my
fifteenth birthday, some said they were surprised I'd lasted this long, but
I put that down to jealousy, they being so 'old'. I was given a camera for
my birthday, a nice Praktica 35mm SLR, not the most modern of camera's but
a very good one for a beginner. I also got an adapter for the telescope to
take the camera so now I could take pictures of stars, planets, comets and
women. Apart from these new toys Christmas was perfectly normal, lots of
chocolate, food and a little bit of lager, probably more than mom knew
about but not enough to get totally wrecked.

For the New Year I'd been volunteered as a baby-sitter for Margaret, I
didn't mind as my parents were going to my aunt's for a party, and whilst
they used to be fun I found that I was still treated as a child and not a
grown up, then again I probably acted like a child so you can't really
blame them.

I arrived at Margaret's at seven o'clock ready to do battle with the kids,
we always had a laugh and they weren't any trouble but we had to go through
the motions, and of course we did. Margaret was upstairs getting ready so
she yelled down for me to make myself a drink and she'd be down in a
minute. I went into the kitchen and made myself a coffee, I'd just added
the milk when Margaret arrived, she looked wonderful, she was wearing the
same blue dress that I'd seen her in when I first saw her tits. I gave a
wolf whistle and told how beautiful and sexy she was. She laughed back at
me saying she was to old to be sexy, so I did my best to be gallant and
said things like 'how can you be to old at twenty' and 'You look sexy from
here', I'm sure I was bright red as I said these things, I definitely felt
hot, and not just around the face.

She left us just after half past and after playing several games I had the
kids in bed by nine, after reading them a bedtime story, which involved
lots of animal impressions I turned the lights off and went back down
stairs. Margaret had left me a few cans of lager and some sweets and a
piece of Christmas cake so I proceeded to stuff my face and watch the film
on TV.

It was a boring evening really, the film was dull and there was nothing
else on, I hadn't bothered to bring a book to read so I really couldn't
blame anybody else. I drank the cans, fortunately they were only small
one's and wondered what Margaret was up to and what time she'd be back.

I was surprised, about twenty to midnight, when a taxi pulled up outside,
Margaret got out, paid the driver and approached. I opened the door for
her, she was crying, not much but her makeup around her eyes had run a bit,
leaving small black lines running from the corner of her eyes down over her
cheeks. I stepped back and let her past, she went through to the living
room and dropped on the settee, I followed her through and wondered what to
do next, in the end I asked her if she wanted a drink? She said yes, and
told me to open a bottle of wine from the fridge, not the sparkling wine.

I went into the kitchen, got the first bottle I came to that didn't say
sparkling on it, a German wine, not that I knew much about wine, and after
searching through the cutlery draw for a corkscrew, managed to get it open.
I poured a glass, fished out the little bit of cork floating in it, and
took it through to her. She looked at it and said, 'its rude to make a lady
drink alone, pour yourself a drink'. Always a good boy, and not knowing
what else to do I went and got myself a glass.

I sipped the wine slowly, not sure if I liked the taste but not prepared to
cause a fuss. In the twenty minutes before midnight Margaret drank the rest
of the bottle and then sent me to get a bottle of sparkling wine from the
fridge, ready for the new year she said.

I went and collected the bottle and returned to the front room where I
found that Margaret was looking through the patio doors she'd opened. I
moved up behind her and handed her the bottle, she took it from me, giving
me both of our empty glasses in exchange. She stepped into the garden, and
I followed her outside, we could still hear the celebrations on the
television.

As the countdown started she turned to me and told me to hold the glasses
out, she pointed the bottle off to one side and popped the cork, she filled
both glasses and as the television announced Happy New Year she took her
glass and toasted me. I raised my glass to her, took a sip and waited to
see what would happen next. She stepped forward and offered her lips for a
kiss, I moved closer and slipped my free arm around her and kissed her
ready lips, I felt a glow start in the pit of my stomach and my prick began
hardening.

I heard the bottle hit the ground with a thud, her arm came around me and
she pressed her lips, and her body, firmly to me, her tongue invaded my
mouth, seeking my tongue, she teased me with her tongue, exciting me as she
played. I slid back slightly, looking her in the eye and watched as she
smiled at me and then moved forward again, I dropped my glass, hearing it
break as it hit the floor, I now had both arms around a woman, attempting
to copy the movements of her lips.

I dropped a hand to her bum, squeezing it, feeling her flesh move under my
hand, I pulled her body hard against my hips trying to push my prick
through my trousers and her dress, I was so excited I don't know how I
didn't cum there and then. I moved my hands around her back, up and down
her body, trying to feel all of her. I felt her naked flesh under my hands
as I reached her shoulders, moving around I felt the thin straps of her
dress so I pushed them to the sides. I stopped kissing her lips and slid my
mouth along her cheek and down onto her neck.

She flung her head backwards allowing me access to the full length of her
neck. I nibbled my way from the hollow at the front up to her earlobe,
which I flicked gently with my tongue. My lips next excursion was down onto
her shoulder, I felt tempted to bite her shoulder but decided I was
enjoying what I was doing so carried on. As I reached the strap I kept
moving it away from my exploring mouth, nearer to the edge of her arm,
until it dropped away. I then made my way back to the middle, kissing her
lips and slipping my tongue in between them.

I carried on traversing her body, working down the opposite side of her
neck and across her other shoulder freeing the strap from this shoulder as
I went. The straps were now resting by her elbows, held there because her
arms were on my shoulders, one hand still holding a wine glass. When my
lips returned to hers she looked me in the eye and I felt her flick the
glass away, hearing it land somewhere behind me. Still looking me straight
in the eye she moved her arms outwards, holding the straps in place, she
then stepped back slightly and slowly lowered her arms to her side, the
straps fell and the top of her dress followed them downwards.

Her breasts appeared, small cones of brown flesh topped by stiff, cherry
coloured nipples, the dress continued to fall, it caught slightly at her
waist, she gave a gentle wiggle and the dress continued downwards,
eventually coming to rest on the floor around her ankles. She stood before
me in a skimpy pair of black, lace knickers and black high heels.

She stepped out of the dress, back into my waiting arms, I could feel her
nipples, burning my chest through my shirt, her naked flesh pressing
against my body, I wanted to be naked, now, I tried to grab my shirt but
she stopped me, pushing my arms onto her shoulders and forcing her lips
back onto mine. I then felt her hands rubbing my chest, her fingers slowly
opening its buttons. As more of them were undone her hands entered the gap
created and went to work on my nipples.

I hadn't realised how sensitive my nipples were, or that they were attached
directly to my balls. Each time she tweaked a nipple I felt a twinge below.
She had my shirt undone and then her hands came up onto my neck, the tips
of her fingers stroking my ears, I shuddered, enjoying the sensations she
was creating.

Her hands ran over my shoulders, moving my arms down to my sides, my shirt
dropping away from me. She pressed herself back against me, her hot nipples
now burning into my naked flesh. It felt wonderful, I was so excited I
didn't know what to do next, all I could do was go with Margaret and enjoy
myself.

I wanted to kiss her nipples, so I let my knees bend, lowering my body, my
lips working there way down her neck, then onto her breasts, I searched for
a nipple, finding it I drew it into my mouth, holding it with my lips I
teased the end with my tongue. I sucked hard, pulling it forward into my
mouth. I opened it wider, trying to get all of her tit into my mouth, her
hands appeared on the back of my head, her fingers gripping my hair. She
pulled me off her breast, I wanted to stay there, but all she did was move
me to the other tit, forcing my mouth onto it, her voice encouraging me to
suck her nipple.

There I was, knelt in the back garden, kissing a nearly naked woman's tits
and having the time of my life. Margaret slowly slid down to join me on her
knees, I felt her hands groping for the belt of my jeans, I sucked my
stomach in, trying to make it as easy as possible for her, the whole time
she was struggling with the belt her mouth was glued to mine.

With my jeans undone she pushed me backwards, it was a struggle but I
managed to twist my legs out from under me, I lay there with my prick
pointing at my chin, exposed because I didn't wear underpants. She lowered
her head, gripped my prick and gently, pulling it into a vertical position,
I watched as the tip of my very excited prick disappeared between her lips,
the feel of the tip of her tongue, slowly working its way around the end of
my prick was exquisite, every nerve in my body wanted me to orgasm, but I
held on...........just.

"Margaret, please, I'm going to cum........." she glanced up and somehow
managed to smile that it was OK, so I let fly, I don't know whether she
thought it was a gentle flow or a full blooded torrent but to me I felt
like it must have hit her toes before it stopped, only my shoulders and
heels were on the ground as I drove my hips upwards, she took everything I
could throw at her. I sagged back to the floor, I felt drained but Margaret
kept my prick in her mouth, her tongue still teasing my prick, I was so
sensitive that a simple flick with her tongue made me twitch, she never let
my prick go. Her constant oral ministrations kept me at attention, I had
always gone soft after an orgasm, this was another first for me.

Margaret let my stiff prick slide out of her mouth and started to crawl up
my body, her mouth working its way over my stomach, pausing at each nipple
before, once again, clamping itself back onto my lips. It was when I
realised that there was a slightly salty taste to her kisses that I
remembered that she had swallowed my spunk and I was now kissing it. I felt
a bit strange about this but my prick gave a little twitch and her tongue
came flying into my mouth so I forgot about it and just enjoyed what was
happening.

She released my mouth and raised her head a couple of inches, staring
straight into my eyes she said "Lets go in." That reminded me that we were
outside, I quickly glanced around but couldn't see anybody, a few lights in
windows but no people. As Margaret stood I allowed my hands to slide down
her body, over her buttocks and along her legs, she stepped back into the
house. I stood, nearly tripping over my jeans, scrambled out of them and
carrying them followed her inside. She'd stopped just inside the doors,
facing away from me, as I touched her she walked forward, I followed as she
led me through the house and up the stairs. I knew where we were going and
my heart rate shot up even further, I followed as she entered her bedroom,
pausing just inside the door, she half turned and held out her hand, I
dropped my jeans so that I could take her hand, and she led me to her
double bed.

She swung me around kissed me gently and then pushed me back onto the bed,
she got on the bed and moved up my body only this time she didn't stop when
she kissed me but kept moving forward, I looked up and her tits went past,
her nipples point straight at me, I stretched forward my tongue just
reaching a nipple before it moved on past. Here knees came up past my
shoulders and her knicker clad pussy appearing in front of me. She then
knelt upright her hands moving over her tensed thighs, stroking upwards
onto her knickers, the tips of her fingers moving along the elastic that
held them in place. I waited and watched, I could smell a strange and
exciting odour, my first introduction to pussy, she slipped her fingers
under the elastic and moved the material to one side, revealing an inflamed
pussy. I had seen pictures in books and magazines but this was the first
time I had seen a mature and excited pussy up close.

As I lay there taking in the view Margaret slipped her fingers between her
pussy lips and opened herself up, displaying her glistening passage to me,
her clit was sticking out, a bright red beacon calling to me. She lowered
herself towards me, I heard a whispered 'please' as she advanced, I sent my
tongue out to meet her, trying to remember everything I'd ever read about
oral sex. I ran my tongue up to that stiff clit, sliding around it,
covering it in my saliva before wriggling the tip of my tongue over it as
fast as I could. Margaret arched her back further and dropped down onto my
mouth, I licked, kissed and sucked for all I was worth, professional it
wasn't but it was obviously effective as Margaret shuddered time and again
above me, soaking my face with her juices.

Margaret eventually slid off my face, coming to rest beside me, her arm
across my chest as I slowly got my breath back, I hadn't realised that
having sex was such hard work. As she lay there she moved her head and
kissed me then her hand, once again, starting to stroke my chest. She moved
it lower, bumping into my prick, which was still rock hard, she looked at
me and said "I'd forgotten you were still hard" she smiled, "We'd better do
something about it hadn't we...." with that she rolled on to her back,
spreading her legs and invited me to get on top. Knackered or not I wasn't
going to miss this opportunity, like an eager puppy I dived on top my prick
waggling like a tail, Margaret held me off, telling me to slow down there
was no rush. She took my prick and guided it to the entrance to her cunt,
then raising her knees she let me slip it in. Her warm chasm wrapped itself
around my prick, gripping me, pulling me further in. I lowered myself down,
the heat building around my prick, my pubic hair met hers and I started to
rise up again, I repeated the action, my speed building, as was my need.

Two minutes later my arse was driving my prick up and down like a jack
hammer, I could see Margaret's mouth moving but I could hear a word she was
saying, just the blood roaring through my ears and a high speed grunting
noise, me, urging me onwards. I reached the point of no return, I hammered
my prick into her as hard as I could, forcing myself to orgasm. I juddered
to a halt my prick pushed as far in as it would go, spunk shooting from the
end, my hands locked in the quilt my toes curled up tight, my first fuck!!

I collapsed beside Margaret, gasping, sweating, totally worn out. She held
me close and smiled at me, I returned her smile, I felt elated, I'd done
it, or to be more precise she'd done me and had I enjoyed it, I lay there
wondering what came next. The answer, as it turned out was sleep, within
minutes we'd both gone to sleep, cuddled together.

Margaret woke me up a couple of hours later in a panic, she was saying "You
should have gone home, we shouldn't have done what we'd done, she was very
sorry." I blinked a couple of times and tried to get a grip on what she was
saying, but I was knackered and she was slurring her words because of the
drink but I eventually got the idea that it was time for me to leave. I
crawled out of bed, searched out my clothes, most of which were still in
the garden, we'd even left the patio doors wide open, and got dressed,
getting more with it as time passed. I collected Margaret's clothes at the
same time and bought them in. Once I was dressed I went back upstairs,
Margaret was awake so I went over, looked down at her and said "Goodnight
and thank you." "You mustn't tell anybody about tonight" she sounded
worried, well I suppose I was underage but I wasn't going to complain. I
smiled, I was so happy, "Margaret, I won't tell anyone, there's nothing to
worry about, it was wonderful, just like you......" I gave her a quick kiss
on the lips before turning and heading for home.

Mom and Dad had gone to bed so I let myself in, had a quick wash and then
lay in bed reliving my experience. I was a very happy chap, wondering what
I would 'see' next.



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