As I did it, however, I realized it felt pretty good. I like taking care of my own business. It’s a lot more successful than most of the guys I’ve slept with. I mean, I’ve had more than my share of hair triggers and jerks who only care about getting off and not about me. So, I end up frequently making my own little girl happy, if you catch my drift. A lot.
So, there I am teasing my nip, I switch to the other side and all the while knowing I’m being watched. It seemed to make me even hornier than ever. I knew I wanted to come, needed to come in the worst way. I let my hand slip down and I rubbed right over my cooch, rubbing right along the slit. It felt sooo good that I almost forgot I was putting on a show. Once I remembered, I stopped, sat up, pretended to look around and, while I did, checked out the little window thingy. He was still there! I stretched back out, raised up my hips and slid the bikini bottoms right down until I was totally nude!
Then, then I did the two-fingered tango for him, well, for me, too, I guess. I mean, I enjoyed it, believe me! I like to tease around the clit first, it seems to get my juices flowing better, before I go for the glory. I rubbed my lips up and down until I was getting super-hot, then I slid my finger between my lips and wetted them before rising up to my pearl. God, that feels so good when I wait like that. Just the waiting seems to get my furnace burning hotter than ever. Anyway, I was able to get the little girl nice and wet so I could really go to town. I’m not super sophisticated when it comes to rubbing one out. I rub right on the clit, up and down, or sometimes around in little circles until I come. Simple as that. So that’s what I did and when I came, I was jerking and moving around on the lounge chair like crazy. Funny thing was; it was not for show. I actually rubbed out a nice one and my body was completely out of my control.
As I came down I glanced through my sunglasses up at the window and I could still see him there. I wondered if he was rubbing one out, kinda like I just had or what. Anyway, I relaxed a bit more before sitting up to apply more sun cream.
Ben
I took this opportunity to sneak downstairs to grab my digital camera, set the zoom on full and creep back upstairs. I silently cursed myself for not having the camera the first time, but hey, a nude shot is better than nothing. Once I got back to my hiding spot I was flabbergasted to see her back to her old tricks! She was again supine, legs splayed right at me and her finger busily working her into another orgasm. It didn’t take so long and she was a lot rougher this time, dipping her finger clear to her knuckle into her slit before pulling it over her clit with the other hand pulling and squeezing her nipples. In no time at all she flushed again, arched her back and bit her lip, I guess to prevent from crying out. She slowly recovered, relaxed and dozed off to sleep. My camera caught it all and to this day I still have photographic memories of Angie from my green gable.
Angie
I actually got pretty hot after that first ‘O’. I’m happy to say I can come again and again if the circumstances are just right. But those circumstances are only when I’m the one taking care of business myself. I’ve never had a guy take me there twice and usually I’m lucky to have him take me there even once.
Basically, I decided to grow more hair on my palms (Where did that saying come from, anyway?) and quickly worked on rubbing out another one. To get to a second orgasm, I need things a bit more vigorous. I went to town rubbing extra hard and even plunged my finger clear inside, rubbing my G-spot (How sweet that is!) and even rubbing around my cervix. Knowing he was watching me made things even crazier and more exciting. I went to town and in no time I had a second, wild climax. This one seemed to sap me of my energy and I relaxed back and I actually fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was out but it probably wasn’t too long. I opened my eyes and glanced over at Ben’s house. Yup, he was still up there watching me. I had had enough and wanted to cool off in the AC so I slowly got up, grabbed my things and walked, throwing a little extra wiggle in my naked ass, towards our house.
Ben
A few weeks after I watched from my gable vent while Angie masturbated herself into two orgasms, I was again outside working in my back garden. The eight-foot solid wood fence between our yards kept me from seeing but not from hearing what was going on around my neighbor’s pool. This particular Wednesday afternoon was no exception. I heard laughter of what sounded like two girls coming from Angie’s side of the fence. There was some splashing, a bit of giggling and episodes of what sounded like diving from the diving board.
I must have made enough noise to attract their attention as before long I heard Angie’s voice call out, “That you, Mr. P, uh, Ben?”
“Yup. Just me living here, so I guess it’s me.”
“Still working on the foundation?”
“Nope, that’s all done. I’m clearing out some brush and weeds from this garden by the fence.”
“Not looking for a knothole, are you?”
“No,” I laughed, “You dad made sure of that. Uh, who’s your friend?”