("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: WetDream.txt Authors name: Caesar Story Title : "Wet Dream" =================================================================== The first of an intended collection of stories by Caesar to Sinfull Sara. Written by request for a "friend". =================================================================== by Caesar, copyright © 1994 1996, ed. 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 did, 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 she was 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, muffling 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 bent at the knees to cool her arms and hands in the icy water. My eyes ignored the abundant natural obstructions and studied her taut round bottom in her dark-green walking shorts. The day's heat was partially shaded as she found peace beneath the trees and sat down upon facing the pool. I inched forward, totally unobserved by the pretty girl, my sounds also obscured 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 on 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 perfectly-shaped mound I knew better. The hand continued to fondle that breast, slowly and firmly giving herself the pleasure of her own touch upon the obviously sensitive skin. What was she doing? She wasn't about to get sexually stimulated out here 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 breathe, so nervous and excited was I at what I witnessed. 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 girl's 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 obvioous that she could not see me, but knew that someone was watching her. And she looked positively frightened, and I wanted to comfort her, but not give away my identity because I too felt guilty at my peeking. 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 fool me. Perhaps she said it only for propriety's 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 unintentionally 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 an 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 trembled with what I thought was 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 that I hadn't a clue as to what to do at that moment. Perhaps I should reveal myself and present my naked self to her. Yet something inside me helped 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 an octave with that short command. The beautiful young girl's trembling hand slid down her belly to the sandy blond patch between her legs. I could already see the glistening 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 beauty's fast, hard breathing. And with the aid of my imagination, I could hear her boiling wet sex. Sara began to toss from side to side, her knees closing then parting again and again, her back arching upwards and her chin pressing to her chest. She was in total motion, her excited desires holding and controlling 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 were 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.