so fortunate to have had this particular window to view?

As I witnessed him, he let his jeans fall to the floor. The scene sent vibrations throughout my body and a warmth to my lower extremities. He walked around slowly for a few minutes grabbing his crotch from time to time. Next he removed his navy blue tee shirt exposing his smooth hairless chest. My pulse was increasing.

He was then only wearing a pair of low rise white briefs and I could plainly see a bulge. The thought of what might lay beneath gave rise to myself. I moved closer to the window and reached for a pair of binoculars setting on a nightstand.

In a move as if he was preforming a strip tease he slowly lower the waist band. By now I was reaching through the fly of my night shorts. With one hand my tightly affixed to the binoculars I used the other to stroke my now very erect cock. As he continued to lower his briefs I could plainly see that he was a true blonde as his golden pubes came in view.

With an almost choreographed move he let his briefs drop to the floor. Turning at about a 45 degree angle I gazed at his firm abdomen and hard cock. It did not appear to be all that large, but nevertheless it was most delectably appealing. He seemed to have no modesty and I could not believe my good fortune to witness such a performance.

As he stroked his penis, in unison I did the same. I was so aroused I was finding it difficult to keep from shooting my load. I didn’t have to wait long as I saw creamy white fluid spew from his cock. With that I exploded and pumped my seminal fluid on the carpet beneath my feet.

There after I watched every night in wishful anticipation that I might receive an encore. As fait would have it, I was able to take advantage of many opportunities. I was not into panties, but many times he would be donning a have a pair of sexy panties. Some were lacy and others see through.

Occasionally I would deliberately leave my light on as I disrobed for bed. Eventually it became obvious that we entertaining each other. Our exhibitions developed into a mutual admiration.

I wanted to see where things might lead, but was concerned about the age difference. Hell, I was old enough to be this kids dad or perhaps even grandfather. Nevertheless, the nightly panoramas became more regular as time went on. So often were the voyeuristic masturbation sessions, that my carpet had to be cleaned.

Occasionally I would see this young gentleman I the lobby and in passing we would grant each other a smile. Most often he was in the company of his mother so I dared not make my interest known.

One afternoon I was startled when I heard, "Hi there Mr. Darquest."

He must have been doing some detective work as I could not understand how he knew my name.

"Well yes, good afternoon to you too," I replied and continued with, "How did you know my name."

"Aw man, I been askin round and the doorman told me."

"Now that you know my name, what is yours?"

"My name is Timothy Smith, but you can just call me Tim," he said.

"Tim do you have a few minutes? Perhaps I can buy you a soda at the pool bar and we can chat a bit."

"Sure I don’t have nothing else to do."

We proceeded to the verandah and pool area. I ordered an iced tea for Tim and a Heineken for myself. Although we had never previously met we were by no means strangers. We got right to the point and discussed our voyeuristic activities.

"So Tim have you ever been with an older man before?"

"Yeah, but if I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Hey buddy, my lips are sealed. I don’t know who I will tell anyway."

"Well ya see, before mom got a divorce, me and my step dad used to have fun together. He caught me and my friend sucking each other when I was 13. Several days later he asked me if I knew how to do it really well. So we had this talk and one thing lead to another. I loved it and we messed around a couple times a week up until about a year ago when he and mom split."

"Wow! That is certainly interesting. So has it been a long time for you now?"

"Naw, There is this guy down on the 3^rd floor. He’s like my age and every once I a while we do each other."

Jokingly, I said,"Maybe you could introduce me to him sometime?"

With a cute smile on his face, he retorted, "Hey dude, ya never know. I’ll bet the three of us could have a lot of fun."

Inquisitively I asked,"So are you a top or bottom?"

"I guess you would probably say a top, but I really prefer oral"

As a tease I said,"You could always be a top for a 69."

Our dialog really aroused me. Sitting at a table in one of the pool side cabanas I could not help myself and gently placed my hand on his leg. To my surprise Tim reciprocated by placing his had between my legs and gently rubbed. My penis was throbbing and I could feel the excretion of my pre cum. This good looking young thing certainly turned me on, but flashing in my head were thoughts he could only be 15 or perhaps 16.

He must have read my mind as he grinned and said, "Don’t worry I am legal I turned 18 several weeks ago."

I returned the smile and asked, "Would you like to go up and see my place?"

"Sure thing man."

I rarely ever would I leave a half empty bottle of beer, but at the moment a little brew was the least of my thought. Without further ado we headed for the elevator. My hands were shaking as I fumbled for the 6 button. My stimulated pulse was racing.

Off on the sixth floor I turned to the right and headed down the corridor to my condo. I had a hard time getting the key in the lock I was so excited. I hadn’t felt like that since I was a teen.

"Oh dude. How cool is that?" He exclaimed.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Your unit number. It is 69."

We proceeded in side and I gave him a tour. I assumed that my place was similarly laid out to his. To my surprise he pointed out many differences. Once inside my bedroom he asked to use the bathroom.

"Sure it is right over there."

When he returned I was sitting on the side of the bed and boldly asked, "So Tim would you like a little action?"

Without saying a word he kicked his tennis shoes off, pealed off his tee shirt, unzipped his shorts and let them drop to the floor. Oh my God what a beautiful site. There he was with a perfectly tanned body, strikingly blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, standing in nothing but his white socks and a pair of chatoyant pink panties with lacy at the top. As indicated before I had never been into guys in panties, but this presentation throughly changed my thought process. The site was so sexy as I could see his cock beneath the sheer fabric. I felt my cock pushing against the zipper of my shorts.

He then walked to the side of the bed where I was sitting. He stood within inches of my face. I reached my hands around his buttocks and pulled him closer. His cock was bulging from within his sexy under attire. I slowly pulled his little pink panties down first observing his golden blonde pubic hair. Then I slipped his undies further down and his beautiful circumcised penis shot forward as if it had been spring loaded. It was so inviting I immediately drew it into my mouth. Oh, it was so heavenly and this angel was enjoying my advances.

"Oh my God, that feels so good," he moaned and continued with,"Please let me have your cock. I want it so bad."

I momentarily withdrew and turned my body on the bed. As I attempted to undo my belt buckle Tim was already pulling down my zipper. From that point on for all practical purposes he took control, removing my shoes, shorts and briefs.

"Oh Dude, your cock is awesome. I got to have it," he exclaimed.

He started to take his panties off, but I halted him saying, "Buddy, leave them on. They really turn me on."

I slid myself further up in the bed as he pull his panties back up. Proceeding he threw one leg over me in the 69 position. I gently fondled his testicles and penis for a few moments while I surveyed his panty enclothe genitals.

I felt his warm lips and tongue encompass my waiting cock. It had been a while since I had an opportunity such as this and it was like the old adage; good things come when waiting. No pun intended.

I reached in the leg band of his lovely pink panties and slowly removed his cock and balls. His balls had been shaved perfectly smooth. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked in unison to his gestures with mine.

The feeling was so sensational I wanted it to last forever. I sensed he was becoming more aroused and withdrew from his cock as I wanted the sensation to extend for a while. I gazed at his cock and balls in absolute excitation. I gently and slowly pumped him in a milking rhythm.

The vivid site and feel of his young cock was more than I could have dreamt. As difficult it was, I tried to hold back my orgasm, but the exhilaration overcame me.

Cum burst from my throbbing cock as he sucked. My warm milk must have cause unrestrained arousal as I felt the contraction of his pulsating shaft. His cream sprue from his cock at that moment. Witnessing his ejaculation was an ecstacy beyond description. We continued until the afterglow subsided.

Our first and mutually gratifying encounter was not to be our last.

came older the calls became less frequent and eventually I lost contact.

When I was in my junior year at a nearby university, I received an unexpected call on my cell phone.  The number didn’t look familiar so I simply let it go to voice mail.  Later I checked my messages and was surprised:

“Hello Jenny, this is Mary Dooley.  Would you kindly give me a call.  We are going out of town for a few days and need someone to look after things.”

I thought what the heck, house sitting is easy money and I was always in need of that. I figured it would be good for a hundred bucks.   I immediately hit redial and called.

“Hello”

“Mrs. Dooley, this is Jenny.  It has been a long time since I last spoke with you.” I said.

Her response was, “I am so glad you called.  David and I are going out of town for three days and we were hoping you could kind of keep and eye on Devin.”

I hadn’t even given consideration their son.  I inquired, “Gee, Devin must be old enough to take care of himself.”

“Well he his 16, but I just don’t have all that much trust in him.  He only had his drivers license a few week when he had to go to court for drag racing.  Needless to say he is without wheels.   We just want to make sure he gets off to school and is not out running around at night.  His hormones are raging and we don’t want him having girls at the house. ” was her response.   

“Mrs. Dooley, I really do appreciate you thinking about me, but perhaps you should consider someone else.  Is there a family member that could watch him?”

“Jenny, we have given it a lot of thought and we have the most confidence in you.  David and I trust you. If I have done my math correctly you should now be 21 and a young adult.  We are willing to pay you $200 a day, plus give you money to go out and eat so that you don’t have to cook. Oh, and we will also see that you have gas for your car.  Please Jenny, we need you,” she begged.

Holly crap, I thought.  That is $600.  That is like hitting the lottery  I said to myself.  

“Well I really could use the money for school and I need some new clothes.”

We confirmed the arrangement and went over all the dates, times and details.  I wasn’t excited in the least about Devin, but the money motivating.  

Thursday arrived and as soon as I finished my class that morning I head to the Dooley’s. Mrs. Dooley greeted me.  “Come on in Dear.  My you have grown up and turned out to be a beautiful young lady. Let me show you around.”

As she and her husband left she said, “Devin generally gets home about 2:45.  You have our cell number if you need anything”

I didn’t have much planned and I was not into watching the soaps.   I sat down at the computer in the family room and went online to fight off the boredom.   I am sometimes naughty and check out porn sites.  While surfing, I stumbled across a site that was dedicated to naked guys.  Looking at all those great penises was such a turn on.  So for the next couple of hours I got myself aroused and masturbated several times using my little vibrating toy that I carry in my purse.  

I then noticed it was almost 3:00 and Devin was not home. I started to get a bit worried, but just then he came in the door.  

“Hey girl are you my babysitter?” He blurted. “ I remember you Jenny, but you are really hot now.  Nice tits you have there.”

That comment kind of set me back, but oh my God, that little snot nosed redhead brat had turn into one really good looking hunk.  I am not into young guys, but he was the kind of stud that would have made my panties wet when I was in  high school. Yikes, he was hot!

“Devin you are really handsome Thank you for the compliment, but that comment is a bit forward of you.”

“Yeah maybe but if you and me are going to shack up for the weekend, you’d better get used to it.” He said in a smart ass voice.

“Hey buddy,” I replied.  “I don’t know what your definition of shacking up is, but I have no intentions of getting in the rack with you.”

“Hey Jen, chill out.  You and me are going to hit if off OK.  I like you.  Your one cool chick. ”

We finally broke the ice and got into one conversation after another. I could not get over how good looking he was and wanted to talk just to keep him in view.    When we went out to dinner I could not keep my eyes off him and envisioned myself as out on a date with him.

Other than for one little zit on his forehead he had a great complection.  His hair was a beautiful reddish blonde and his eyes a brilliant green.  He was stone gorgeous.  Damn, why the hell couldn’t he be in his twenties I thought.  

Although he kind of had the bad boy image he was a perfect gentleman. Well all most a gentleman.  He opened the door for me as we exited and when we got to the car he opened that door for me as well.  I was impressed until he patted me on the butt and said, “come on sexy lady lets get the hell out of here.”

“Devin, that is not a very nice thing to say and your little love pat on my rear was really not appropriate,” I scolded him.

“Hey girl get a life.  You’ve got a cute butt.   I know that guys have done more than just tap you on the ass.  Don’t come on to me like a nun,” he said.  

Before I could say anything he blurted out, “how many lucky guys have had your pussy?”

“Devin, for God’s sake, I can’t believe you and it is none of your business,” I retorted.

“OK Mother Teresa, please forgive me,” he smart ass replied.

When we got home Devin did some homework and then played some video game on the television.   I read a few pages in a book and then started texting some friends.   Before I realized  it the clock said 10:15.

“Devin you had better get to bed, you have to get up for school in the morning and so do I.  I am going to go take a shower and get ready for bed,”

Devin replied, “ Yeah, yeah, I never hit the rack before 11:30.  I am going to get on the computer and check my email, Facebook and stuff.”

I proceeded to the guest room.  It was really nice, kind of like a mini suite.  There was a little sitting area with a TV and a private bath.  I closed the door, took my clothes off , grabbed my nighty and headed for the shower.   Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I said to, “Yeah girl you do have a nice ass and the tits aren’t too bad either.”

The warm shower sure felt good and I was in no hurry to get out, but just then the door opened and I could see Devin through the steamy glass shower door.

“Devin get the hell out of here,” I screamed and tried to modestly cover my breasts and pussy.

“Chill out chick.  I was on the computer and guess what porn site was still on?  Plus you left this nifty pink vibrator out.  

Oh my God, I had forgotten all about that.

“Have you got a thing for cocks? Maybe you would like to see a high school cock or try the real thing instead of a vibe”

“Devin you had better cool your jets.  I am sorry that I was not more careful.”

Before I could say much more I saw him drop his shorts to the floor and peel off his shirt. He opened the shower door and stepped in.  Oh my, I could not believe my eyes.  If I thought he looked good before this was heaven.  His cock was standing at attention. It looked so tempting.  It didn’t appear to be much bigger than average, but his red pubic hair certainly accented his manly anatomy.

“Hey Miss Jenny, how do I compare to the guys on the porn site?  Do like it?  How about soaping it up for me”

“Devin stop,” I exclaimed.  “Yes you do look damn great, but this has to stop.  Get out and leave me some privacy.”

“Come on Jen, lets have a little fun.  I need to get my rocks off and I might even be able to do you some good to. Would you like me to go down on you?

The image of having my pussy eaten by this hunk was almost overcoming, but I thought better and said, “Look I am 21 and you are only 16.  We need to stop this now.”

Reverting to his devilish ways he said, “Look at it this way.  If send mom a text message and say that you are looking at porn on the computer, she would probably come home.  She would be so pissed and you wouldn’t get paid.”

The little brat was blackmailing me.  I don’t know if he would have followed through, but just the thought of it was enough to send a chill down my spine. At the same time in my mind I was thinking blackmail would be justification for anything I did.

“You little shit.  You are the same coning and manipulative devil you were nine years ago,” I said with a chuckle.

“Maybe, but back then I wasn’t horny.  Now let me lather you up with the soap,” he said with a boyish grin.


I resolved myself to the fact that it would be more pleasurable if I were not fighting it.  Within moments of him rubbing my tits and pussy all apprehension vanished. My nipples were erect and although my vagina was wet from the shower I am sure I was producing moisture of my own.

I grabbed his stiff cock.  Oh my God, did it ever feel good.  As I gently stroked him he kissed me and ran his tongue im my mouth.  The passion was building and at this point.  As the warm water cleansed our bodies, he continued to kiss me and with one hand he slid his finger in and out of my vagina.   

The pleasurable excitement was too intense and with in moments I bust with spasms of orgasm. Knowing that he had got me off, he broke the lip lock and said. “Hey Jen, did that feel good?”

“More than good.  That was great,” I gleefully replied.

“Let’s get out, dry off and get more comfortable,” he said with a smile.

We dried each other off and without warning he picked me up and carried me to the bed.  This was like something you would read in a romance novel.  I could not believe it was happening.  None of the guys much older than him had ever treated me with such romanticism.   

The casual love affair continued as he laid me down on the fresh white sheets.  The moment was only broken when he said, “Hey Jen should I go get a condom or are you one the pill?”

With that question I immediately knew what my Prince Charming’s intentions were. The thought of which got me aroused.

“I take the pill, but condoms turn me on if you want to use one,” I winked and replied.

Devin then turned the lights out and the room was only illuminated by the glow of the street light out side the window.  He then lowered his athletic body on to mine. The feel of his naked flesh against mine only further contributed to my arousal.  His lips nibbles on my neck and then proceeded to my breasts. My nipples became erect and I could feel his stiff penis touching my pelvis.

I moaned and the foreplay continued.  I was impressed by Devin’s level of experience.  Most of the guys I had been in bed were certainly not as talented.  It did not appear he was in any rush to penetrate me.

Slowly he slid down my body gently kissing and caressing me.  He licked my belly button and proceeded to my pussy.  I spread my legs to give him better access to my freshly shaved mound.  His tongue was like a vibrator to my clitoris.

“Oh my God, Devin.  That feels awesome. You are going to send me over the top,” I moaned with pleasure.

He paused for a second and said, “Do you like that?  I’ll make you feel even better.”

Devin then put is finger in my wet vagina and finger fucked me while he continued to lick and kiss my pussy.

Within only a few seconds I was wild with stimulation and knew I was about to climax.   “Oh “Devin, you are driving me crazy and I am about to cum.” I said almost breathlessly.

“Let it go baby, let it go,” he exclaimed.

My pelvis was in contortions that sensational feeling of an orgasm began.  I tingled all over.

“Yow, oh, oh, oh, Oh my God,” I cried out.

He continued to finger my pussy as I regained my breath.  I knew it was now time to return the favor.  I reached for his stiff cock and grasp it with my hand.  He raised up on his knees and I turned in anticipation of sucking his absolutely adorable 6" cock.  Even though there was darkness the glow of his red pubic hair was like a beacon in the night.  

I was craving his penis and wanted it in my mouth.  Obviously he had other intentions.

“Aw come on baby.  Let me put it in you.  I’ll let you give me a blow job another time. Give me your pussy now.”

By his action I could tell he wanted to mount me doggie style.  I turned and assumed the position.
He first felt my pussy with his hand and spread my lips.  Then very gently he eased his stiff cock into my awaiting vagina.

Maybe it was just the excitement of having a teen age cock in me, but this was the best sex I had ever had.  With every thrust of his penis the exhilaration grew.  It felt so good, I wished I’d met this kid before.  With one hand I reached between my legs touching his balls.  His reaction was positive as I then put several fingers around his cock so I could feel it pumping in and out of me.

“Oh Jen, I am about to blow my load,” he excitedly said.

Just hearing him say that gave me a sensation and I knew I was about to get off again.

“Aw baby, here it comes,” he said in a tone of exhilaration.

I could feel the throbbing spasms of his cock as he pumped his creamy cum in me. At that very moment my pussy tingled once again and I went into another gigantic orgasm.  

“Damn Devin you know how to make a girl feel good.” I said.

He replied. “ Your pussy made my cock feed good too.

Devin continued to fuck me for another couple of minutes until the pleasure subsided.    I would have never dreamt of having sex with a younger guy, let along one that I was getting paid to take care of. His young cock inside my pussy was a thrilling.  Rather than feel shame or embarrassment, to the contrary I was embellishing the naughty little tryst.  

“Hey Jen, I told you we would get along OK and we did.  Remember you still owe me a blow job,” he said as he departed for his room.

“You’re on,” I replied, “but you have to take care of me too.”

The remainder of my stay was filled with many more orgasms.  I think we fucked in every position imaginable.   When Mrs. Dooley paid me I don’t think she realized the bonus I received.

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“Gee I had never thought about that, but I will run it past Dave,” she replied and went on to say, “It would probably be just Olivia, as Davy is in his third year of medical school.  I am sure he  wasn’t looking forward to baby sitting and keeping tabs on his sister.”

Wow, how time flies.  I hadn’t realized how old the kids were.  “Well think it over and let me know,” I said.

Several more weeks passed and I had all but forgotten about my offer. I assumed that an sophisticated city girl wouldn’t have the slightest interest in visiting a farm in the backwoods. Then when I was least expecting it,  I received a call from Judy.

“Hey, Max if you are willing to take the punishment and if you are up to it we’ll have you keep check on Olivia while we are gone,” she chuckled.

I was kind of caught off guard, but said, “I think I can handle it.”

“Olivia wants to know if you still have horses?  I think that will determine if she comes.”

I was really not into horses, but it was just too difficult to get rid of the horses after my wife died. We were never able to have any kids and the horses were her kids.

“Yeah Judy, I still have them.  Is Olivia big enough to ride?” I curiously asked.

“Oh, Max you haven’t seen her lately.  She has grown like the proverbial weed and is all grown up.  She turned 16 just a few weeks ago.  She is a horse nut and I have been taking her to a local stable about once a week for lessons.”

The day approached when I had to pick her up at the airport.  I was somewhat apprehensive about  a person that young flying by herself, but I guess I was from the old school.  Regardless, Judy assured me that Olivia was a big girl and that it was a direct flight.  She reminded me to go to the ticket counter and get a pass so that I could meet her at the gate.   Fortunately she had emailed me photos as I had not seen this kid in four or five years.

Having arrived early I paced back and forth at the gate awaiting the arrival. When they announce Flight 1536 is now arriving at Gate 34 my heart raced.  Why I was so nervous I will never know.

Soon the passengers were coming through the skyway and I watched closely as each exited. What if I don’t recognize her I thought?

Then I heard, “Uncle Max, Uncle Max, how are you?”

It was her and there was no denying it.  She was a miniature version of her Mother.  Here was a petite little girl, or should I say young lady.  I am guessing not more than 5' 5"  tall, with auburn hair and dressed to the hilt.  The satin black slacks and silver long sleeved blouse made her look more like a business woman than a teen.  I should have expected as much as her mother always dressed like she was in a fashion magazine.

After we exchanged pleasantries, we headed to baggage claim.  On our way I offered her my phone and suggested she call Mom to let her know she was here and OK.

“Oh, it’s alright I have my own phone,” she replied. “I’ll just send her a text message.”

On the one hour ride home I thought I would be at a loss for conversation that would be of interest to an 16 year old.  That was not the case.  She was a real chatter box between short pauses while she text her girlfriend.   I did notice that she seemed rather immature.  Her voice was kind of babyish.  I suspect that was impart to the fact that her mother always treated her like a baby.

I asked her about a boyfriend and she bluntly said, “Yeah, I had one but I dumped him.  All he wanted to do was make out, feel me up and try to get in my pants.”

Wow. You could have knocked me over.  I would have never have thought I would have heard a remark like that out of kid her age.

Caught at a loss for words, I somehow said, “Oh really.  He felt you up?”

Sensing that I somehow maybe was too old and may not quite understand, she responded, “Yeah, Eric put his hand down my pants and rubbed my pussy.   Oh,  that is what they call a girl’s privates.  Do you understand?”

“Oh, yes, I am familiar with the term.  Did you tell your Mother about it?” I replied.

“Are you crazy, or something.  No I didn’t tell Mom.” She somewhat indignantly responded and went on to say. “ He only did it to me twice and it was kind of fun.
 
That broke the ice and led to some other intimate details of her life.  She described to me how Lisa, her best friend talked about sex all the time.  I wanted to asked if she was still a virgin, but thought best not to go there.

I was absolutely amazed that kids her age were so into sex.  Then again I have to recall being that age once and having a orgasm for the first time.  After that I was a sex addict.

Just as soon as we got home, she asked, “Can I get out of these stuffy clothes and change into something else?  I want to go to see the horses.”

“Sure can Olivia.. This is going to be your room for the next few weeks.  You can unpack your clothes and put them in the dresser.” I indicated.

No sooner, had I put her suitcase on the bed and opened it, she had slipped out of her slacks and was unbuttoning her bouse.  

“Here,  I’ll leave and close the door so you have some privacy,” I somewhat embarrassedly said.

“Uncle Max, it’s no big deal I am not naked or nothing.  For God’s sake I am sure you have seen more than this.    Mom says you are just like family.” she responded as she took off her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra, which it didn’t appear necessary as she certainly didn’t seem overly boobed.

What caught my attention were Olivia’s black bikini panties.  Wow!  They sure got my cock’s attention.  Soon she pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a tee shirt. My lustful thoughts then passed as she ran out the door an down to the. barn.

Since she was intent on seeing the horses I decided to unpack her clothes and hang them in the closet or put them in the dresser.  I carefully hung all of her outer wear in the closet.   Then I turned to her intimate items, such as nightgown, bras, panties and two piece swim suit.   I just happened to notice a the tag on one of her bras and it said 32B.  Um............. maybe she did have some titties after all.   Also packed in her carry on bag was a packaged of tampons, a shaver and some other girlie items.

I was somewhat surprised by the rather risque appearance of her panties.  I would have not given it a second thought had they been the traditional white cotton brief cut, but her entire rainbow collection was most erotic.  The only white ones were so silky and sheer that they appeared virtually transparent. The waistband was lacy and added to the allure.  As perverted as it may have been I could not help but rub them to my lips.  They were clean, but the feel and sweet smell was intoxicating.  I could sense a moisture seeping from my now erect penis.

Regaining my composure, I put the rest of her titillating panties in the drawer and retreated to the rocking chair on the front porch. With a beer in hand  I watched Olivia running from one end of the fence around the paddock to the other.  Seeing what looked more like a kid than teenager vivaciously bouncing brought all sorts of deviated thoughts to my mind.  

Nevertheless, I was always able to retain my respectability as difficult as it was.  In the ensuing days it was not at all uncommon to see her in nothing but panties.  When sitting in her nightgown, I often got a glimpse of her panties as she would sit cross-legged on the floor in front. of me.  On several occasions I would turn in for the evening and masturbate laying in bed as thoughts of Olivia danced through my head.

We had planned on taking an extended horseback ride into a little town about 12 or 14 miles away.  The weather seemed not to cooperate so we were forced to postpone the adventure several times.
                                            
Finally one day the forecast was for clear skies and warm temperatures.  

I knocked on Olivia’s door.  “Rise and shine.  Get dressed and let’s have a light breakfast .  Then we’ll saddle up the horses and head for Grangersville.”

“You bet, Uncle Max,” she replied.

Proceeding to the barn, I commented. “You may want to run back to the house a put on a pair of long pants.  I am not sure that short skirt will be that comfortable for a long ride.”

“Naw, its going to be too hot for any kind of long pants.” she responded.  “I’ll be OK, don’t worry.”

I must admit she sure looked invitingly cute in a short blue skirt that had white lace around the hem.  Her tan little tummy was exposed by the white midriff cotton top she was wearing.  The pink baseball cap accentuated her outfit.

Being a gentleman I helped her get into the saddle and noticed she was wearing the white sheer panties I had so admired when she first arrived.  It was only a short glimpse, but enough to arouse my interest.

About an hour and a half into the ride Olivia said, “Can we stop somewhere I have to pee?

“Well we are several miles from the closest civilization. Can you hold out until we get to the restaurant?” I inquired.

“No way!  I drank too much milk at breakfast.  I can just go over by a tree or something.”

For a guy taking a leak in the wood it is not big issue, but for a girl it is not all that simple.  Nevertheless, she jumped down and walked about 30 feet off the trail, where she took off her panties, spread her legs watered the foliage. She had her back to me and I pretended to not look, but the temptation was far too great.  With her skirt hiked up I could vividly see the cute cheeks of her little butt.  The sound of her pee hitting the leaves on the forest floor was thought provoking.

When she turned around I quickly looked forward, but out of the side of my eye I could see her put first one leg and then the other into her little white panties.

About an hour later we arrived at the roadside dinner and had lunch.  I could tell that Olivia was somewhat uncomfortable by the way she was sitting.   “What’s wrong Olivia,” I questioned.

“Oh I kind of burn between my legs,” she responded.

“That’s why I wanted you to wear jeans or long pants.  Ridding skin to the saddle for this long of a distance is not good.,” I said in a fatherly way.

I knew that ride home was not going to make things any easier.  Nevertheless, there were no options and we mounted back up for the journey back to the farm.  The further we went the more uncomfortable I could see she was getting.  

“Let’s stop for just a few minutes an take a break,” I suggested.

I took off my shirt.  “Stand up in the stirrups.  I am going to put my shirt between you and the saddle and maybe that might make things a little more comfortable.”

Not only did I get another beautiful view of her sheer white panties, but could see that her inner thighs and legs were raw from the chaffing.  I truly had sympathy for her and felt somewhat guilty that I had not made her change into pants before we started out.  After all I was the adult and should taken the roll of a parent.

By the time we arrived back home Olivia was in tears.  “Hey, kid, you go up to the house and lay down. I will put the horses away.”

When I finally made it up to the house I could hear Olivia whimpering in her bedroom.  The door was partially closed, so I knocked and said, “Is it all right if I come in.”

In a tearful voice she replied, “Yes, please do.”

I entered and found her laying on the bed with her legs spread.  Her short skirt was naturally lifted and I could see her white sheer panties boldly displayed between her fiery red legs.  Her panties were so thin that I could see what appeared to a little mound of pubic hair.  She was obviously in pain, so I got her a couple of Tylenol.

“Hey sweetie, I am going to start the bath water for you.  I want you to take a nice long bath and that will perhaps make you feel much better.  Once you get out I want you to rub some body lotion on your legs.  Then get ready for bed.  You have had a long day.  I’ll fix you something to eat if you are hungry.” I offered.

“Thanks Uncle Max. You are so cool.”

While Olivia bathed, I turned on the evening news and drank a cold beer.  Actually, I ended up having three beers. Or was it four?   Damn, after a long day nothing tastes better than a really cold beer.

I happened to catch a glimpse of Olivia walking from the bathroom to her bedroom wrapped only in a towel.  I then heard her say, “Uncle Max, where is this body cream you want me to use.”

“OK, I’ll get it for you.”

I retrieved it and knocked on her door.  “Are you decent?  Can I come in?” I ask.

“Yeah, I have my nightgown on. You can come in.”

I entered and handed her the bottle, with which she so softly said, “will you put it on me?”

I was stunned and simply said, “Sweetheart, I don’t think it is appropriate for me to do that.  You are becoming a lady and I am sure your Mother would not approve.”    

“Please mommy would do it for me,” she tearfully whined.

Although physically mature her pleas were more of a child.

“Please do it. Please,” she pleaded.  “It will just feel better if someone else puts it on me.  Please.”

I am not sure if it was the beer, but I will use it as an excuse and conceded to assist her.    I pumped several squirts of lotion on my hand and gently rubbed her lower thighs as well as her inner legs.  

“Higher, is where I really need it.” she said.

So I somewhat reluctantly rubbed a little higher.  As to accommodate me she pulled up her nightshirt.  I was aghast and blurted out, “My God, Olivia, you don’t have any panties on.”

“I know,” she replied.  “I didn’t want to get any lotion on them. Don’t worry.  I know you have seen a girls thing before.”

Yes, I had seen many pussies before, but I don’t think she had any comprehension of what the sight of one does to a man.  Any self control I may have had was rapidly diminishing.    Staring at her sweet pussy was exhilarating. It was accentuated by her bronze tan lines.

Her breasts may not have been all that developed, but what she may have lacked on top was more than made up for between her legs.  Her pubes were more than peach fuzz, but not overly bushy. Her pussy fur was a beautiful reddish brown.   I could tell that she shaved her bikini line.   It looked so inviting I was losing all inhibition.   My erection was pushing so hard against my pants I thought it was going to rip out the stitching.

I kept telling myself, don’t do this, but the temptation overwhelming.  When I said to Olivia, “this is really not appropriate,” she replied , “It’s OK.”  

I applied some more lotion and continued to gently massage her tender skin.  With each motion I rubbed closer to her pussy.  She appeared to be totally relaxed and not the least concerned with the proximity of my hands to her most intimate anatomy.  To the contrary the closer I proceed to the folds of her pussy the more receptive she seemed to become.  She enjoy having her pubic hair rubbed

After finding no resistance, I ever so softly slid my index finger into her moist vagina.  In response to every motion of  my finger she moved her pelvis in rhythm.

“Oh my God, Uncle Max.  That feels so, so, so, good.”

“That’s good sweetheart.  I know you had a rough day and I want you to feel good, but I honestly should not be doing this to you.”

“Please don’t stop. Pretty please.  I have never felt this way before.  This is cool.  I really like it.”

By now the effects of the beer were perhaps clouding my reasoning.  I continued massaging and thrusting my finger farther into her now very wet pussy.  Occasionally I would slide my finger between  her vagina and clitoris.  That seemed to only further arouse her.  I was becoming very aroused myself.  I wanted in the worst way to go down and taste the sweet juice that was flowing from her little pussy, but knew better that to even try.

I could tell by her moaning and breathing that she was close to an orgasm. With each movement I made she responded.   Feeling as if I could proceed further, I placed my other hand under her nightgown and caressed her firm little tits.  As small as they were I could feel her nipples become stiff.  It was blatantly obvious that she was enjoying my every action.  With each motion she became more and more stimulated and excited.  Her respiration was very rapid and her body movements more intense.

“Oh, oh, oh.  Wow, oh my God.  Gee, oh my God. Oh, oh, oh,” she ecstatically exclaimed. “Wow,  I have never had a feeling like that before.”

I had without question given her a phenomenal orgasm.  As she lay there absorbing the after glow, I continued my originally intended task of putting body lotion on her terribly chaffed inner legs.  Within minutes she fell sound asleep.

I went into the bathroom to tidy up a bit.  I picked up her wet towel and dirty clothes.  Amongst them were her little white panties.  Just the feel of them made my somewhat stiff cock even more erect.

Just for safety I rapidly closed and locked the bathroom door. I quickly dropped my jeans and tighty whitety briefs to the floor.  Observing myself in the vanity mirror, I wrapped her silky white panties around my throbbing cock and began stroking.  I was so aroused that it only took moments for my cream to flow and soak those little panties.

The following morning sitting at the table I offered an apology to Olivia.  “Sweetheart, I am really sorry about what I did to you last night.  I shouldn’t have done that.  If anyone were to find out about it, I would be in big trouble.”

In a dialog far more mature than previously exhibited, she said. “Yeah, I understand, but you didn’t do anything that I didn’t let you do.  Maybe I could have said stop, but I didn’t want you to and don’t worry I am not going to tell anyone.  Not even my very best friend Lisa. I’m cool with it”

To my amazement , that evening she begged me to rub her legs again and make her feel as good as I had the night before.  After a few bottles of beer and helping her remove her sexy panties I proceed to massage her to orgasm. The ritual continued every day for the next week.
 
 It was truly disappointing to she her return home. Her sexual pleasures had likewise given me much delight.   I helped her pack her suitcase, but secretly kept a memento of her visit.  Intentionally, I kept Olivia’s little white panties for my future orgasmic enjoyment.