by Bridy McAvoy
I couldn’t believe it, I was actually thinking of doing this, of taking my clothes off as he watched from his darkened garden. My hand went to my throat as I moved to the window, standing just inside it and staring out into the garden. Was he there? Was he really there? Did he actually expect me to do this?
A little bile rose in the back of my throat and I swallowed it, fighting down the wave of nausea before it overcame me. I wasn’t feeling sick, I was just sick with nerves. I stared into the darkness, looking for a sign that he was there. Things seemed to move, darker shadows in the overall blackness, but I couldn’t be sure it was him.
Then, just as I was about to give up and close the curtains and chicken out, I saw the bright flare of a cigarette lighter in the middle of his garden. The flare illuminated part of a face. I guess he was cupping his hand against the breeze. Frank was there, waiting, watching, and wondering if I would go through with what he’d asked.
Hell, I was wondering that myself—would I? I knew I shouldn’t. If anything, it was a betrayal of Gareth, and I didn’t want to do that. But just letting him look wasn’t exactly cheating, was it? I realized I was trying to justify to myself that I wanted to do it, wanted to strip naked and show him my body. I shook from the emotional stress, as I accepted I was going to do it.
I backed away from the window, back toward the door, keeping my eyes fastened on that tiny red glowing coal of the end of his cigarette. That was the only thing that told me there was anyone there at all.
The door handle touched my back and I almost jumped, then remembered where I was, and why I was standing next to the door. My hand crept up the wall, almost of its own volition, until I found the light switch.
God!
Something snapped in me at that moment and, without any more hesitation, I flicked the light on. Not like I had the other night, the soft indirect light from my bedside table, but the much brighter overhead fitting. Instantly, the glass turned black, and I couldn’t see anything at all, not even the difference between the hedgerow at the top of the garden and the slightly lighter sky above it.
I returned to stand in the window, looking out. Leaning my head against the glass, I waited for my night vision to restore itself. After about a minute I could again see that little red coal. Then it seemed to fall down and something blocked it and it was out. I guess Frank had put his fag out, and I now had no idea if he was out there anymore. I stayed in the window, watching, wondering which was the outcome I wanted—him still out there, waiting to watch me, or him growing impatient, giving up, and leaving me alone with the dark.
After another minute of this silent contemplation, his lighter flared again and, as it darkened, there was another red coal established, glowing in the darkness. I took a step back from the window, knowing that if I was really going to do this, I had to do it now before he gave up. There was nothing he was doing, or could do, to coerce me. I was going to do this for myself, not for him. I knew that five seconds after I finally drew the curtains I’d be lying on my bed, my fingers buried between my legs, my face muffled by my pillow to prevent my parents hearing me cum.
Reaching down to the hem of the company sweatshirt, I lifted it a few inches. I knew this would show a section of the white with blue pinstripe blouse that was also part of the uniform. I paused for a few seconds then, taking a deep breath, pulled the sweatshirt up and off. After all, I wasn’t showing anybody anything right now. That would change as I started to undo the blouse.
My hands reached to my neck for the top button. My fingers trembled and I could imagine his voice in my head.
Come on, Penny, undo that button.
Imagining his voice seemed to calm my hands, stop the trembling. The button came undone under my fingers and I smiled out into the darkness. I’d expected to enjoy this, and I could already feel the rising tide of passion that said I was going to.
Another button, Penny. Good girl, another button, and another one. Fabulous.
The blouse was undone as low as the strap connecting my bra cups to each other. Although he only had a distant view, I knew he could see my cleavage.
Keep it going, Penny baby, another button. Great, another one, now the last one.
That imaginary voice kept me going, kept me continuing with the process, stoking the fire inside me while at the same time calming the nerves down.
Now that the blouse was unbuttoned all the way, I moved my hands to the waistband of the trousers that were part of the uniform, with the intention of pulling the blouse from it so I could drop it behind me. Then, with my cotton bra covering my chest, I could close the curtains and decide it was just a mistake that they were open. Hell, I had enough masturbatory fantasy in my head just from how far I’d gone already. I could keep myself in fingered orgasms for a week. If he got hard and then didn’t see any more that was his lookout, not mine. The voice in my head, my imaginary version of Frank, had a different idea.
Lose the pants instead, that will free the blouse without getting inelegant about it.
As if stripping off my supermarket uniform could in any way be described as elegant. I giggled to myself and then smiled. Maybe that little bit more wouldn’t hurt. Certainly, my body was getting hot inside the confines of the tight fabric. The only part of the entire uniform that fitted to me was the top of the trousers—everything else was baggy and loose. The trousers, though, were constricting, especially around my lower stomach, the very part crying out for freedom.
Still, my hands went to the waistband, slipped around to the front, and undid the button. The zip slid down a little as I pulled at the front, separating in a vee that showed just a tiny amount of red lace. I hadn’t matched my underwear because I wasn’t going to let Gareth see it. I would have if I’d had the chance. We hadn’t made love for over a week and a half and the frustration was building in me. Maybe that’s why I quickly pulled the fly all the way down then pushed the trousers down my legs. I had to sit on the bed to unfasten my shoes and slip the trousers all the way off. I wondered what Frank was thinking, as all he could see was my head. It would be simple to just reach out and grab the bottom edge of the curtains and pull them too. Very simple, but I didn’t. I took a deep breath, kicked the trousers away from my feet, and stood up again.
The window sills were low in these houses, low enough that he could see me all the way down to mid-thigh. That meant he could see all of the red lace panties.
Turn around and lose the blouse, there’s a good girl. Nice and slow.
I shuddered as my mental Frank continued to urge me to strip for the real one. I did as my own internal voice urged, turning my back to the window and shrugging off the blouse. Now all I wore was my bra and panties, one white cotton, the other red lace. Totally mismatched, and I found myself blushing at that fact. Not the fact Frank could see me, but the fact he could see me in unmatched undies.
I was standing in front of the window in my underwear, but I was wearing more than I had been the other night. Dare I go through with it and at least remove my bra, let him see my breasts? After all, it wouldn’t be the first time. My shuddering breath and rock-hard nipples told me an answer without words. I tried to smile, but I think it came out as a grimace as I slipped the shoulder straps down onto my arms and reached for the small of my back. I could feel my fingers trembling, but I still managed to undo the catch. Closing my eyes, I let my arms drop, the bra falling away, exposing my breasts to his view.
Now I had one choice left. Did I slip the panties off and show him everything, or did I close the curtains?
The panties, the panties! Take the panties off, Penny, do it!
The voice in my head was almost chanting as I stood there. I wasn’t sure if it was a conscious decision, or whether my hands just took over because, suddenly, my thumbs were hooked inside the waistband of my panties and I was pulling them down, over my hips, and onto my thighs. I knew he could see it all now and the trembling increased. Letting go, the panties fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I was naked,
under the gaze of a man—a man who was not my boyfriend. An older man. I felt my legs start to give way. Moving quickly, I almost ripped the curtains from the rail as I yanked them closed then sat back onto the bed.
Within seconds I’d rolled onto the bed and buried my head in my pillow. With my ass in the air I buried my fingers deep in my pussy and used the pillow to muffle my screams as I came…and came…and came.
Chapter 4
I’d given Penny the spare keys to my flat months ago. She’d never used them, so when I walked in from work on Friday to find her purse and college bag on the couch I was shocked. There was no immediate sign of Penny though.
Once or twice I’d joked with her about coming home to find her naked on the bed waiting for me, and for a moment my heart skipped a beat—would she, could she?
“Penny?”
She didn’t answer but I did hear a soft and quiet chuckle from the bedroom.
I slipped my shoes off and quickly ran my hand through my hair in some vain attempt to push it into some semblance of shape then padded across to the bedroom door. It was slightly open, not latched, so I just pushed it open another couple of inches. I heard her gasp and chuckle again. I pushed it further and now I could finally see her. Penny was lying on the bed, but not naked, although she was wearing a mini-skirt, and in the position she’d assumed I could see a whole lot of leg. My cock lurched in my jeans, obviously impressed. Her blouse was partially undone too, showing me the inner curve of one breast. Above that, her eyes were sparkling.
“Hiya, lover boy.”
I grinned at her. “Hi yourself, sexy.”
She almost preened and arched her back. I could see the way her breasts pushed against the thin blouse. Her nipples were peaked and I could see the way they pushed little triangular points into the blouse itself. Adrenalin coursed through me and I hardened further as I realized she might not be naked, but she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her hand dropped to her thigh and, with as nonchalant a movement as she could manage, she grasped the hem of her skirt and started pulling it upward. I watched, entranced, as more and more of her fantastically toned thighs came into view. After a few seconds I could see the swell of her butt cheeks, and that was when I saw she wasn’t wearing underwear either. She giggled. I guess my face must have been a picture, but there was no doubting the look of lust in her eyes.
She smiled at me and took her hand away. “Which would you like first, something to eat…or something else?”
That was when I noticed the plate of sandwiches and a pot of tea on the bedside cabinet. She’d been there long enough to prepare something to eat and drink as well as herself. I very much doubt she’d spent the day at college so under-dressed.
I didn’t answer her in words, simply pulled my jumper and T-shirt off over my head in a single movement. She laughed softly and, as I started to undo my belt, she rolled onto her back, her hands going to the few buttons still fastened on her blouse. Her skirt was still hiked up, and I could just see her pussy peeking out from underneath the raised hem. I struggled to get my jeans and boxers down over my rock hard erection, and I could see her watching as her fingers worked at the buttons, freeing more and more of her body from the constraints of her clothes.
I didn’t quite fall when I got my feet tangled in my jeans as I tried to remove then, but she laughed anyway, then sat up to strip the blouse from her shoulders. Seeing her naked breasts like that just fired my hunger even more and she dropped back to the bed with a look of mock horror on her face as I swarmed over the foot of the bed.
“If your hands are cold, I’ll scream.”
“I have no idea. Let’s find out, shall we?”
She watched as I theatrically lifted my hand into the air and then slowly lowered it toward her left breast. She bit her lip and held her breath as my hand descended. She squirmed a little and let out a delightful gasp as I gently cupped her breast.
“I’ll let you off.”
“Why, not cold enough for you?” I squeezed and she arched her back, pressing her flesh into my hand.
“I’d say, just right.”
“I’m pleased to hear it.” I moved my hand to her other breast and brought my mouth down to the nipple I’d just released. She groaned and moved her hands to the back of my head, then slid one off to cover my hand on her other breast. She squeezed my hand, pressing it against her harder. She pressed my head to her breast too, forcing her nipple into my mouth. Lower down, she lifted her leg, draped it over mine, opening herself. I’d have had to have been double-jointed to take advantage of the way she was offering herself, unless I let go of her breast.
When I did, she groaned at the loss of contact, then stiffened as my hand drifted down over her stomach, scrabbled the skirt out of the way and descended further. I combed my fingers through the trimmed hair above her mound, and then cupped her sex with my palm.
“You’re a naughty girl. You’re wet.”
Her laugh was throaty and freighted with lust. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I can tell.”
My fingers delved between her lips, one finger penetrating as my thumb started to circle her clit. Her hips bucked.
“Hurry, honey, hurry.”
“Why, maybe I want to go slowly.”
She pulled my face away from her chest by the simple expedient of gripping the short hairs at the back of my neck and pulling upward. I tried not to wince.
“Gareth, it wasn’t a request. Fuck me. Fuck me, now. I want you inside me!”
She shifted herself to be flat on her back as I rolled onto her. Her legs were already open, but she spread them further, arching her back as I groped for her entrance, my cock in my hand. She sighed as my end found her outer lips, and she bucked against me as I pressed into her. We usually made out for ages before she was ready. Today she’d been ready from the moment I walked in the door, if not before. I wasn’t stopping to think about that as I pushed forward, sinking into her. Her knees rose from the bed, her hips pulling me into her as her feet rose from the bed to circle my butt.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” Penny was more desperate than I’d ever known her to be before. Her hips churned, her back arched, and she groaned into my mouth as I kissed her. Within what seemed like seconds I could feel her pussy contracting around me. Her whole body stiffened and shook as inarticulate sounds erupted from her throat. It might well have been a wondrous thing to watch, but I was caught in the middle of the maelstrom as her orgasm crashed through her system. Her pussy was pulsing, contracting around my cock, as if trying to milk me, and before I was ready, before I could warn her I was cumming too, my spunk added to the liquid starting to gush around my cock.
When I pulled out it made an obscene sucking sound, and we both giggled a bit, then she almost panicked, until she was sure her skirt was well clear of the leakage. I helped her sit up and strip it off over her head to protect it, then held her naked body in my arms for several minutes, neither of us speaking, just content to lie there, smiling at each other.
“Don’t let that tea get cold.”
“It probably is.”
“Well, at least eat the sandwiches.”
“Don’t you want any?”
“I ate at the college canteen.”
“Oh.” I paused, then asked the question that had been bobbing around in my head. “Won’t your mum wonder where you are?”
She thumped my arm. “Silly, she knows where I am.”
“In my bed?”
“No. She knows I came here straight from college and not to do me any tea.”
“Ah, right.”
Penny giggled. “She said, don’t make a habit of it.”
“As if you would.”
“Why, I could get used to being serviced like that.”
“Cheek.”
“Truth. It was good.”
“Not half as good as finding you half-naked in my bed when I got home.”
“Bet you’d have preferred to find me naked rather
than half-naked.”
“Of course. I guess you chickened out.”
“I did no such thing.” She thumped me on the arm again, this time harder. “I thought you’d enjoy a bit more of a tease.”
The thump on my arm degenerated into a wrestling match, the wrestling match into a kissing contest, and then the inevitable second round. By then the tea was stone cold, although I did still eat the sandwiches.
* * * *
I burst out laughing as I walked her home later that evening.
“What’s so funny?”
“You know what? I think that’s the first time I’ve made love to you with you partially dressed and me naked!”
She gasped and quickly looked round to make sure there was nobody else in earshot.
“Cheeky! I only had my skirt on.”
“I know, that’s what make it so sexy.”
She punched my arm. I couldn’t defend myself as I was carrying her college bag.
“Well… It was sexy, sexy as hell.”
When we passed under the next street light I could see she was blushing. I stopped, meaning she had to as well, and when she looked up I kissed her. Gently at first, and then, as she responded, with more urgency. After several more seconds she broke away.
“Stop it, Gareth. I have to get home.”
“Your mum and dad aren’t going to be upset because you came straight to mine from college, are they?”
“Nah. Weather forecast was rain but it held off. If it’d rained I’ve have got wet walking from the bus stop to home, and then again from my house to your place.”
