0 comments/ 47173 views/ 5 favorites Voyeurs' Dream Girl Ch. 01 By: DigginThis I was a man in much need of a break from the hassles of daily life, taking Friday off so I could have a long weekend getaway. Some hiking through Appalachia, my favorite part of the country, is always relaxing for me. This trip would be unplanned; just drive down into Eastern Tennessee until I see some country that looks good for exploring, get off the highway, and see where I end up. So where did I go? I don't know, exactly. Didn't care; this was a road trip and all that mattered was the fact that I wasn't at home or at work. I found a little roadside motel with a restaurant adjacent and got a bite to eat. There was a tourism display near the entrance, so I grabbed some pamphlets to see if there were any good trails in the area. There were maps of where to find hiking trials, caves, and a couple water falls not far from there. I decided to get a room and start my adventure in the morning. The place was old, but fairly well maintained, and clean. Sparse amenities, but everything needed to get some sleep for a night, and of course, engage in a little slap-n-tickle, as the couple in the room next to me demonstrated quite loudly most of the night. Morning took a long time coming, but I was energized by the sun beaming through the gap in the curtains, followed by a quick shower. Guided by a map I picked up at the restaurant, I found the first of the trailheads. I started walking the well groomed trial, and noticed about 1/4 mile in that there was a little path leading away from the main trial. I thought it might be fun to see what I could find, as there had to be something in that direction or the path wouldn't be there. In the distance I heard the revving of a dirt bike engine, and maybe a couple other vehicles, indicating there must have been ATV trails around there as well. The path got even narrower, and less well defined as it started down a steep hillside. When I reached the bottom, I was not looking forward to the trek back up that hill. It was already getting hot and humid. I approached the edge of the woods as a clearing came into view. I thought I might see if there was a road that would take me more easily back to where I parked the car. I was just at the outskirts of a thicket, with only a little bit of brush between me and open field when I realized it wasn't open field at all, but a yard. The house was only a stone throw away. "Oh shit!" I thought to myself, "Wandering on to private property in this part of the country is a big mistake." You see, I'm like most folks; allergic to shotgun shells. I started to turn and head back up the hill when I noticed someone laying in the yard between me and the house. On a beach towel, a woman was sunbathing on her back, topless. She was blonde with somewhat short hair, and fantastic breasts. They were much more than a handful, but still firm with perfectly round, light brown nipples. Her skin was fair, indicating that she had not been sun worshiping very much. She had a taut belly and a beautiful womanly curve to her hips under a modest black bikini bottom. Her legs were toned and shapely, tipped with red painted toenails. I must not have made too much noise coming down the hill, since she had her head turned in my direction, and her eyes were still closed. I started to slowly, quietly, take a step back, and thought I saw her eyelids flutter. I froze, heart pounding, scared out of my skull. She turned her face toward the sky, closing her eyes once more, and I could swear I saw the corner of her mouth curl up and lips purse as if trying to suppress a smile. I never thought I could be so lucky as to stumble on a voyeurs' dream; a woman who apparently knew she was being watched, and didn't seem to mind. She began tracing her finger tips up and down, along her belly and between her breasts. Her middle finger traced circles around her nipples making them stiffen under her tickling attentions. Her other hand traced the waistband of her bikini bottom. She pressed further down over her covered mound, and pressed her middle finger to her center, pushing the fabric a little bit into her crease. So engrossed in the sight before me, I didn't even realize my cock had grown and was pressing uncomfortably against its confines. My hand was unconsciously pressed to the front of my shorts. Now, the woman's eyes still closed, she openly smiled and hooked the thumbs of both hands into the bikini. She raised her ass off the towel enough to start sliding it down her thighs, and her clean shaven mound came into view. Ass settled back into the towel, she then bent her knees, raising her painted toes in the air. The only clothing she had was being pushed up her thighs, then slowly down her lower legs. Pulling one knee closer to her chest, one foot escaped the cloth, and she released it, allowing it to dangle from her other foot for a moment, before kicking it off onto the ground beside her. Her one leg bent, knee in the air and tiptoes on the towel. Her other leg rested flat but had spread a little bit so that the soul of her foot was pointed straight toward me. I could see her hairless pussy, lips protruding slightly, and dampness shimmered in the sunlight at the bottom of her slit. I became consciously aware of my erection, and squeezed the bulge in my shorts. Confident that she knew of my presence and was willingly performing, I unfastened the button, unzipped, and slid my hand into my boxers. I felt the spot of wetness on the back of my hand where pre-cum had soaked into my underwear. My cock swelled further with a jerk as I took a firm grip. My little actress placed her hands back to her breasts and her mound. When she slid her fingers to her pussy, they parted, slipping over either side of her lips, teasing herself. She moved her fingers along the sides of her crease, up and down several times, then slowly closed them together. Her lips were then gently pinched between her fingers as she continued her motion along their length. She gently pinched a nipple, and her hips pushed up slightly, increasing the pressure on her pussy. Pressing her fingers more firmly against the sides of her lips, she separated them, opening her beautiful coral pink sex to my eyes. Her middle finger curled in and up and ticked the side of her clitoris. I pulled my aching cock from its covering, and slowly stroked its length. The woman's chest moved up and down as her breathing became heavy. Her fingers becoming rougher on her nipples, pinching and pulling them as her she traced circles around her clit. All three became more visible and swollen. In the short distance between us, I thought I heard a faint moan as her two middle fingers suddenly plunged into her depths. I imagined, inside her pussy, her fingers curled in, massaging her g-spot, while the palm of her hand ground down on her clitoris. Her hand made small, pumping like movements in and over her pussy, and her other hand began to seemingly torture both of her nipples in-turn. My own breathing quickened further, and I held the waistband of my boxers down. My own hand's movements became more urgent, and as pre-cum flowed, the head of my cock became almost unbearably sensitive with each passing of my palm. In moments, an unmistakable, long, low groan escaped her lips. She was quickly building to orgasm. Her stomach began to tighten, and her ass lifted slightly off the towel. Her hips ground into her hand, and her gasps became faster and louder. With what I can only describe as an unlikely combination of a whimper and a scream, her body convulsed. Her other hand abandoned her breasts to grip tightly the side of her towel. Several grunts came from deep in my own chest as I neared orgasm. I cared little if she heard, but still tried to muffle my primal noise as best I could. Quicker than I realized, release was upon me. I dropped to my knees and bent slightly forward, while intently keeping my eyes open, and on the beauty before me as my seed spilled into the forest floor. "Aaawh, aaah fuck!" she screamed, and one last full body shutter ended as she then lay limp in the yard. She laid still for what seemed minutes, but was most likely only a matter of seconds. A sheen of sweat made her body gleam in the sunlight. Taking her fingers from her pussy, she pulled them across her clit. Her hips violently lunged up to meet them twice more before her fingers trailed up the center of her body, and to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to meet them before they disappeared in her mouth. I could only imagine her tongue swirling around her fingers, tasting herself, and cleaning them of her nectar. As if planned, we both rose on shaky legs. She stood, looked in the distance to the hills, and turned toward the house. She approached a small side porch with three steps, and a black iron railing. Taking several steps, her hips swayed and her ass showed only the slightest jiggle. I pulled a leaf from a tree to wipe the last drop of cum from my cock before tucking it back in and fastening up my shorts. As I was zipping up, the wiggle of her wonderful backside stopped at the side of the house near the porch. She bent at the waist allowing me a rear view of her now puffy and reddened pussy. I heard a metallic creaking sound, and realized she was turning on the water spicket. Water began to pour from the end of a garden hose that was curled up next to the porch. Picking up the hose, she placed her fingers under the running water, testing if the sun heated water had been pushed out. Feeling the cool water from underground spilling over her hand, she held the end of the hose directly over her head, allowing it to cascade over her head and shoulders, and run down her body. It was a breathtaking sight to behold, as she slowly turned to face me, her eyes closed and facing up into the stream of clean water. Her head tilted downward, allowing the water to rinse her upper back. She then pointed the hose over her shoulders and upper chest, creating two magnificent little waterfalls from her breasts and hardened nipples. Water flowed over her belly, following the 'V' created by her hip bones and abs like a river channel, and over her mound. She took her time, carefully cleansing herself as she turned this way and that, rinsing every part of her body. When she lifted one leg onto the second porch step, I could see the water stream move the lips of her pussy before she used her hand to cup over it, trapping water to thoroughly remove the evidence of her play. Refreshed, my beautiful little exhibitionist bent over for me one last time to turn the water off, and dropped the hose. She left her sun bathing towel lay in the yard, and climbed the porch steps. Once on the landing, she hesitated, and turned halfway back toward me. Her head was turned almost looking back at me. Her pause seemed something an invitation. I stood for a moment, stunned, looking at the side of that house after she stepped inside. I dared not approach the house, rather headed unsteadily up the hill. I hadn't made any real plans for the rest of the weekend, so I considered if I should find a different area to hike and explore. Then again, maybe I would return to this very same path the next morning. Voyeurs' Dream Girl Ch. 02 Excited energy propelled me back up the steep hill, along the narrow path through the forest, as I reveled in my good fortune. My wildest voyeuristic fantasies were nothing compared to the dreamlike reality of this steamy summer morning. Back to the main trail, I hiked for a couple hours more, occasionally grinning to myself as I recalled the events at the bottom of the hill. Lunch time approached, and I decided to hike back to my car and head into town. Drenched in sweat from the days' activities, I thought it best to go to my motel room for a quick shower before grabbing a bite to eat. I started the shower, adjusting it to a nice, comfortable, lukewarm rain. Stepping in, the water over my head, and hitting my chest, felt cooler than it did to my hand when I started it up. It was a little bit of a shock, and raised goose bumps all over, but quickly became much needed refreshment as my body adjusted to the temperature. Bowing my head under the stream, the sight of water pouring down my own body took my mind back to what I witnessed earlier in the day. I closed my eyes and pictured the svelte little blonde under the stream of her garden hose. Droplets in the sunlight shimmered over her body. It was like a daydream sequence from a movie, only it happened right before my eyes. My cock responded to the images my memory provided. I reached for the little bar of motel soap, and pulled it from its paper wrapping. Still picturing her rinsing herself off under the hose, I began to wash my upper body. I soaped up my chest, and let the suds run down my stomach, following the bubbles with my hands, and added soap to the hair above my semi-hard cock. I lathered up as it grew to full erection and thought of the water pouring over her breasts, dripping from her hardened nipples, as my right hand slid to the base of my cock, and gripped it tightly. Stroking its length, I spread soap over the swollen head and squeezed tighter. I dropped the bar of soap, freeing my left hand to support me against the shower wall, and I began to relive the entire experience. Thoughts of her lying on the towel, fingers working over her pussy, filled my minds' eye as I furiously pumped. Orgasm approached quickly, and my knees nearly buckled, as several shots of cum hit the shower wall in front of me. A few slow strokes milked the last drops from my hyper-sensitive cock, and I finished washing up, and rinsed my mess from the shower wall as my hard-on subsided. Food quickly became top priority as I dressed and walked over to the adjacent restaurant for the second meal there in is as many days. Walking past the tourism brochures again, I smiled at the thought that my adventure started as a result of one of those pamphlets. The place wasn't busy at all; only one table had customers, and the stools at the counter were empty. Along the outside wall was a row of empty booths, which is where I chose my seat. The lone waitress, an older brunette, with a gray mid-length skirt and white button up blouse approached. "We don't have any lunch specials," she said, "but we serve everything on the menu all day, even breakfast." She laid a menu on the table in front of me, along with some silverware and a napkin. "What can I get you to drink, Hun?" "I'd just like water," I said, with an appreciative smile, and glanced toward the table nearest me, occupied by a couple who had already received their food. My heart skipped a beat, and I gasped at the realization that my dream girl from the morning hike was sitting there, with a man whom I presumed was her husband. He had his back to me, and she faced me, although at a little bit of an angle because my booth was left of their table. From what I could tell of him, he was a big guy. Thinning hair on top, and well tanned, as if he worked a lot outdoors. A glance at her ring finger confirmed her attachment. I hadn't even realized the waitress left me, before she came back with a big glass of ice water. "There ya go, Hun," she said as she dropped it off and headed back toward the kitchen. I looked back to the table and carefully considered if I could be mistaken; that this might not be the exhibitionist who performed so beautifully for me that morning. Her mid-length blonde hair certainly looked the same, and she was quite pretty, although I could see her face much better in the restaurant than I could from the woods. She wore a white sundress, with light flowery patterns. Thin shoulder straps held up the loose fitting top of the dress, covering a generous pair of firm breasts, but still allowed a modest view of cleavage. If she wore a bra, it was strapless, as the straps of the dress would have done nothing to hide it otherwise. As she sat in the dining room, legs crossed, the hem of her dress rested at about mid-thigh. What convinced me it was really her was the unmistakable pink tint to her skin. Her face, shoulders, arms, upper chest, and legs all had that slightly sun burnt look. She also wore open toed sandals, with her red painted toe nails on display. My eyes must have lingered on her too long. Looking to her face again, we made eye contact. She was looking back at me with a cute little smirk. I glanced quickly to her lunch date, who paid no attention as he attacked his plate. Her eyes darted downward, toward her lap, and back to my eyes, a signal to look down. When my gaze reached her thighs, where the hem of her dress rested, she uncrossed her legs. As her upper leg lifted from its rest, more bare thigh came into view. She turned slightly in her chair toward me as her foot reached the floor, which left her thighs slightly parted. "Okay, sorry to take so long, have you decided what you want?" I was snapped out of my trance by the waitress, who stepped into my line of sight, interrupting my upskirt opportunity. "Oh, uuuuh," I stammered, having not even looked at the menu. "Cheese burger with everything, and fries, thanks," I told her hurriedly. She said, "Alrighty then, it'll only take a few minutes." She picked up my menu, and once again walked back to the kitchen. The second the waitress turned her back to me, my eyes shot back to the show. The blonde was taking a bite from her plate, but glancing my way. When she saw that she had my attention once more, she turned just a slight bit more in my direction, but kept one foot firmly planted to the floor. Her legs parted another inch or so, and I could see nearly all of her creamy inner thigh. My excitement began to build in anticipation, because it was clear that she was intentionally showing off for me for the second time that day. I didn't know how far she would dare take it in such a public place, but I felt among the luckiest guys in the world to have this happening to me at all. She took another bite, and checking to be sure her man was still oblivious, she let her other hand drop to her lap. I was briefly disappointed that the weight of her arm pushed the loose fabric down, reducing the amount of exposed flesh. But she more than made up for it by reaching for the hem, and carefully pulled it higher on her thighs. Just enough light spilled in to make it clear that she was panty free. I could see most of her clean shaven mound, and could also just barely make out the crease at the very top of her slit. She continued to eat with one hand, occasionally looking up and making small talk her husband, while the other hand rested on her bared thigh. I drank in the sight. Although much tamer, it was a reminder of the full display I enjoyed hours before, and somehow seemed even more tantalizing. The tease was just as much a turn-on for me, and for the third time, her beauty, and excitement of the erotic situation started a throbbing in my cock. Her legs clamped shut when the waitress stopped by their table with drink refills, but her hand remained. When the coast was clear again, she slowly let her legs part, even further than before. More of her pussy came into view, and just a hint of inner lip peeked out from the center. She slowly moved her fingertips along her inner thigh, inching closer to her exposed sex. I was still the only one aware of her actions, as she lightly traced her index finger up and down her outer lip. Gradually applying more pressure, the left side of her pussy began to open. Her index finger moved across her smooth pussy to the other side. With her ring finger, and her index, she spread her pussy open. This left the middle finger free to slip between the folds of her inner lips, and draw moisture up her slit, to her hardened clit. She made a few gentle circles over the bud, and more visible moisture gathered at the bottom of her pink opening. I felt my tongue involuntarily move in my mouth, as if I were licking up the juice and moving up to flick it across her clit. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, in a restaurant, with a raging hard-on, as a gorgeous stranger played with her pussy...FOR ME! "Here ya go, Sweetie," said the waitress, reaching to set my plate in front of me, and once again, block my view. Everything in place, she asked, "Is there anything else I can getcha?" "No thank you, I think that'll do," I told her with as much of a smile as I could muster, given my frustration. "Well, you enjoy, Hun, and let me know if you need anything else," she said with a smile as she turned to go back to the kitchen. In a flash, I was looking back to my blonde dream girls' table. Disappointment immediately set in as I saw her husband getting up from the table, and her smoothing down her dress, and gathering up the check, and her purse. My heart sank, as she stood from her seat and started toward the counter where the cash register rested at the front of the place. I watched the hem of her dress sway back and forth with the movements of her hips as she walked away. I didn't feel so hungry any more, but I was just beginning to reach for the ketchup, and look away from her, when she glanced back at me and quickly held up one finger, as if to say, "Wait one minute." Her husband left the building, leaving her to pay the check. At the counter, she paid, and the waitress finished the transaction. While waiting for the waitress to get her change, she pulled a small piece of scrap paper and pen from her purse, and scribbled something. I squirted a dollop of ketchup on my plate, and looked back again, to find the little exhibitionist walking back in my direction. Her quick steps made her breasts bounce and shake teasingly through the thin fabric of her sundress, answering the question of whether she was braless. Hard nipples were clearly pushing against their confines. I gasped, and smiled openly at her, but she didn't look at me. She moved to her table, and circled to my side of it, laying the tip on the table top. A quick glance to be sure nobody was looking, and she took the few steps needed to reach out and, with a red cheeked, mischievous little grin, dropped the paper on my table. I had barely glanced down and picked up the paper and she was nearly to the door. My heart raced as I watched her slip through the doorway, and looked down at the note in my hand. Voyeurs' Dream Girl Ch. 03 I sat back in the booth, note in hand. The pretty little blonde exhibitionist dropped it on my table before she hurried out of the restaurant. I found her by accident early in the day, and had already seen her pussy twice. Not bad for an unplanned, long weekend getaway. The scribbling read, "Want more? Tomorrow morning, after 8. Don't be shy, but don't touch!" I could hardly contain my excitement, and thought to myself, "This is too juicy to pass up. I didn't make plans, so why not stay another night?" It was to be a weekend of spontaneity. Well, how much more spontaneous could it get? I certainly hadn't planned on watching a nude sunbather masturbate, and put on a garden hose show. Not to mention that upskirt flashing in the diner was not on the itinerary! There is no way I could have planned a trip like this in my wildest fantasies, and I wondered what I had done so right, that deserved such a tantalizing reward. In the motel room, my thoughts kept me awake for most of the night. I tried to imagine what she would do; what kind of display she might have cooked up for me. I was restless, and had vague images of her in my dreams as I drifted in and out. The next morning, I decided on fast food for breakfast. Coffee and a sausage biscuit hit the spot on that early Sunday. It would be another hot one, but at 7:30 A.M. it was still pleasant. No clouds, just shallow patches of fog over the fields, as the sun began its ascent in the Eastern Tennessee sky. I thought I might try and find the road to my dream girls' house, but considered how much time I would be wasting if I couldn't find it. From what I could tell the previous day, the house was well off the road, as I didn't remember seeing any pavement at all from my vantage point. So I found myself going straight to the same trailhead, and retraced my steps down the hill. As I approached the secluded clearing nestled between the mountain ridges, I glanced at my watch to see that I'd timed it perfectly; 8:00 on the button. There was, however, a pickup truck in the gravel driveway that hadn't been there the day before. I stayed back, a little further into the woods, to conceal my presence until I was confident that she was alone. I hoped that she would come outside, watching for me, to let me know it was alright to come out of hiding. Nervously, I crouched down, close to the forest floor, letting my mind run wild with a million thoughts at once, "Was this a good idea? It's dangerous to be here! What if I get caught? What if it's a trap? What if she decides I'm a creep? What will she expect of me?" It felt like an eternity, and I nearly chickened out. Suddenly, the side door opened. There was a brief flutter of movement through the screen door, and then the man of the house came into view. He rushed through the screen door, down the porch stairs, and made quick work of getting to his truck. Tires kicked up dust as he pulled away from the house, and headed down the drive. Another glance at my watch: 8:03. Well, she did say, "After 8." My caution had paid off. The dust started to settle, and I slowly stood. Believing it should be safe, I made my way though the last of the vegetation, and kept an eye out down the drive as I walked cautiously toward the house. Nearing the porch, I noticed the door had been left open, and I could see through the screen. Stepping up on the porch landing, I paused at the screen door, and could clearly see across the living room, and into the kitchen. I nervously raised my hand to knock, but paused as I saw movement in the living room. She stepped into view, on her way to the kitchen; that cute, petite blonde, with her hair pulled back in a short pony tail. She wore a large white t-shirt, with the loose collar hanging off her right shoulder. Her nipples poked against the thin fabric, as her breasts swayed freely under the shirt, and the bottom hem reached just a few inches below her pussy. Her alluring thighs flexed with each step of her bare feet. My heart raced, and my cock twitched in my shorts as I took in the sight. She noticed me standing there, and I heard a startled gasp as she stopped. She had a surprised expression, but it quickly gave way to a relaxed smile. As she began slowly stepping in my direction, she said with a kind of mock sexiness, "Well hello, stranger, I didn't really think you would show up, but I'm happy you did." I kind of froze, and just stared as she approached the transparent barrier between us. "I'm Jenn. What's your name?" Her voice was soft and feminine, with only a hint of the typically heavy Southern accent that most residence of the region had. Pleasant as it was, her voice sent something of a shock through me, waking me from my dreamlike state. My eyes had been glued to her face since she turned my way. Suddenly, I found myself glancing down her body, from bare right shoulder, to the first few inches of bare thigh below the bottom of the t-shirt. Realizing what I was doing, I replied nervously, "I, I'm Todd. I'm so glad to finally meet you," and made eye contact with her. Looking back on it now, I don't know why I thought it was rude to look over her body; she had already openly displayed herself to me twice. "You wait right there while I bring us something to drink," she instructed with a friendly smile, slowly turning toward the kitchen. Walking away, she asked, "Water, or iced tea?" The flare of her hips, and her sweet, heart shaped ass moved beautifully from side to side, swishing the bottom of the oversized shirt. "Tea sounds great," was my reply, loud enough for her to hear me as she entered the kitchen. Jenn stepped out of sight in the kitchen for a brief moment, and reappeared with a large pitcher in hand. She set it on the counter, and reached for the high cabinet door above the sink. As her arms raised above her head, the hem of her t-shirt ascended, and the bottom of her ass cheeks came into view. I felt another jolt of excited energy, and as she reached into the cabinet, the shirt rose even higher; high enough to see the entire left side of her wonderful rear end, and all of her left hip. No panties! My cock began to swell at the revelation. She retrieved two plastic cups, and her shirt again covered her bottom. After pouring our cups of tea, and briefly disappearing from sight once more, Jenn carried our drinks to the door. I smiled, and opened the door for her, as she stepped out onto the porch. Standing closer to me, I could see that her hair was still wet, and damp spots speckled her shirt. She was fresh out of the shower, and I breathed deep, and inhaled the sweet smelling combination of shampoo, and lotion. Handing me a cup, Jenn said, "Sweet tea, I hope you like it that way." As I stood there there, it struck me just how comfortable Jenn seemed to be. She was confident, and casual, speaking to me in nothing but a t-shirt, as if it were a normal part of her day. Her grace had a calming affect on me, and my own nervousness started to settle. As she descended two steps, and bent to sit on the porch, Jenn's shirt pulled up again, exposing the very bottom of her cheeks. Much of her hips were exposed, and after she settled in, I could see that the front was very close to exposing her pussy. She leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees, holding her cup of iced tea out in front of her. Leaning forward made the shirt drape open, and pull away from her shoulder. As I stood over her, it exposed the inner swell of her left breast, and her right breast all the way to the nipple, puckered just slightly in the cool morning air. It was a great vantage point, but as much as I enjoyed the view, I couldn't just keep standing over her. I stepped down, and joined Jenn, sitting next to her on the porch. I sipped my drink, and looked out in all directions, in admiration of the peaceful setting. The property was surrounded by the forests of the Great Smokey Mountains, a view just as breathtaking as the one down the front of Jenn's shirt, albeit in a much different way. "The tea is good, thank you," I said, in a much more relaxed tone. We seemed to be in a contented state of understanding, enjoying the stillness of the morning, and as the last of the fog dissipated, I broke the silence. "I live in the city. I love it down here. The hills have a way of dropping the blood pressure a few points," I told her. "If I lived around here, I don't think I could ever take for granted how beautiful it is." "Awww, I knew it! I was right about you," Jenn said in a cheerful voice. With a smile she said, "Something told me you were a good guy; a little naughty, but still a good guy." I grinned, and blushed a little bit, asking, "So what about me made you think I was a good guy?" "Well, it was just a good feeling," Jenn said, "When you almost popped out of the woods yesterday, I had my eyes open, just a slit, enough to see what was happening, because I heard you coming down the hill. I was about to go inside before anybody could see me topless. But then you were closer than I thought, and I saw you stop. The look on your face; it was priceless." She giggled for a second, and continued, "You were all surprised, and looked scared. It was all I could do not to laugh. Then my little devil horns popped out and I thought I might have a little fun with it. Okay, maybe more than a little. Guess I got carried away." I laughed out loud, "Well hell yea I was scared, I didn't know what I just walked in to!" Another giggle, and Jenn said, "Then at the diner, I was so surprised to see you! I wasn't sure at first, but your eyes gave you away, and I knew it was you. I watched your mannerisms, and you were really polite. You have a kind face; a trustworthy look about you." More blushing, but I was silent, not knowing how to respond to such an unexpected, and flattering compliment. "And besides," Jen said, "you're kinda cute, but don't let it go to your head," and playfully stuck her tongue out at me. She paused, and seemed more tentative as she spoke again. "You know, I've never done anything this bold before. I like to show off a little, but never have gone too far. My husband likes for me to dress sexy, and he gets turned on when I show a little extra skin in public. Of course this is a small town, so I have to be careful not to get labeled a slut by the older folks, the women, and the church goers. I go to church to, but my husband had to work overtime this weekend, so we're skipping today. Imagine how shocked the preacher would be if he knew I always sit in his Sunday morning service with no panties on!" She and I both laughed at her last comment. Jen continued, but as she did, her voice became dreamy, and sexy. "Last night, I was so hot from showing off to you. I couldn't wait to get my husband in bed. After supper, we were sitting on the couch, watching television. I just knelt down in front of him, opened up his pants, and took out his cock. He was smiling at me, and slowly growing in my hand. I looked him in the eye, and told him that a guy in the restaurant looked up my dress. He was instantly hard as a rock then. I only sucked him for a minute or two. I don't think a blow job ever brought him off so fast. Later, he took me to bed, and fucked me silly." She then exclaimed, almost breathlessly, "Gawd, it was soooo good!" My own cock was at full attention, again straining at my zipper. The image of Jenn telling her husband about me looking up her dress, and sucking his cock was hot enough; but to imagine her getting thoroughly fucked was almost too much to process. A faint, involuntary groan escaped my lips, as I closed my eyes to picture the scene. I opened my eyes, and again blushed in embarrassment as Jenn asked, teasingly, "Like that, do you?" She pointed at my obvious erection, and said with a smirk, "Well, Todd, I can see that little bit of naughty I was talking about." Jenn's demeanor seemed to suddenly become businesslike. She spoke up, and with some authority said, "Alright, so here are the rules. One rule really, but it's the grand daddy of all rules." After a quick pause, she said, "We have to keep our hands; no, I mean all of our selves, to ourselves." Her all business approach was wrecked as she got twisted up in her own words, and shook her head. "I mean we can't touch, at all!" She breathed a sigh of relief having finally made her point. "I'm having fun with this, but we can't push it too far." She gave me a questioning look as if to ask if I agreed. Her cute little meltdown had me smiling, and I felt very at ease and confident. I nodded my agreement, and she smiled back at me, looking into my eyes. "Good boy," she said, becoming playful again. "Now with that out of the way, I can give you what you came for," she giggled. "Did I say 'came'? Oh, that was yesterday," she teased. Without a word, she gave me that same downward glance from the restaurant. It was the look that directed my attention lower. I knew the treat that awaited my eyes, and I slowly trailed my sight to her lips, which were together in a teasing little smile. I had the urge to lean closer to see if she might be receptive of a kiss, but the rule had just been made clear. I so badly wanted to nibble her ear lobe, and side of her neck. Her bare upper chest and right shoulder held my gaze momentarily. Jenn was starting to breathe a little heavier. Each inhale made her hardening nipples more pronounced through the thin cotton. As my eyes reached her barely covered thighs, she very deliberately grabbed a fist full of the t-shirt's hem, and slowly pulled it higher. I became aware of my own increased breathing, and heartbeat, and as the sun climbed higher in the sky, I began to sweat. My cock, once again, throbbed in my shorts for her, but this time was different; this time she had a name. "Oh, Jenn, you are," I uttered, unable to complete the sentence. She was so many things, but I couldn't find the words. The ultimate exposure began the instant she grabbed the shirt, but she pulled the garment even higher, over her mound, and up to her navel. "Ah, my gosh," Jenn whispered. I glanced at her face to see her eyes closed and lips parted. "I've never done anything like this. You're so close, and I'm showing you everything, and it's making me," she continued to whisper. She licked her lips, and tried to finish her thought between breaths, "It's making me, so, I don't know, just so, fucking hot." I smiled with satisfaction as I recognized the beginning of Jenn's surrender to the extreme exhibitionist within her. She had just realized how powerful her desire to show her body truly was, and how far she was willing to go to sate the need. Jenn opened her eyes. She seemed to stare me down with an intense, lustful expression, as she scooted her backside a little bit away from me on the porch, and drew her leg up, and placed her foot behind me. With her other foot still on the second step, her legs were parted wide, and her flower opened up, revealing her sweet and heavy dew. My mouth watered, and my heart and cock throbbed in unison. I squeezed my erection through my shorts, and let another groan slip through my lips. My mind was running wild with thoughts of what I wished I could do. I wanted so badly to touch those hard nipples through the t-shirt. I was temped, almost beyond my limits, to reach down, and hope she would forgive just one finger, and one pass between her folds. I craved a taste of the nectar that was seeping from her pussy as the lips became puffy, and the smell of her sex teased me mercilessly. Jen set her tea down on the porch, and softly said, "Let me see." She had redirected her stare to the bulge in my shorts. "I wanted to see it so badly yesterday. I could tell you had it out, but couldn't see." I needed no more encouragement. I set my own drink down, unsnapped, unzipped, and raised my ass up off the porch. I was too aroused to experience any embarrassment, and slipped my shorts and boxers down to my knees at once. I leaned back to let my raging erection stand proud, and afford her the display she requested. As I moved my arms behind me to brace my leaning position on the porch, one arm, and my back came in contact with her leg behind me. The touch was casual, and incidental, but as innocent as it was, I felt like an electric shock had shot from her leg, right through to my hard-on. More blood than I thought possible surged into my cock, and stretched the skin tighter than it had ever been. It jumped with my pulse, and the head was shiny and swollen. "Oh!" Jenn reacted with surprise, leaning her upper body closer to me. I thought she was trying to sit up so she could move away, to break our physical contact. I froze, hoping if I didn't do anything to further the touch, then our rendezvous might continue. I needed release, and I craved every inch of Jenn's body, even as I kept fighting the excruciating temptation with every ounce of restraint that I had. But Jenn did not move away. "Oh my guh!" I shouted involuntarily. Before my mind could process what was happening, I saw her hand wrapped around my cock. I felt the pressure on my shaft, and the further expansion of its head, as pre-cum leaked from the tip. She firmly held still, and I felt as though I might explode at any moment. With a blank expression, Jenn glared at my cock in her own grip. She whimpered, softly, "I broke the rules."