3 comments/ 86105 views/ 8 favorites Melissa's Pool and the Guys By: JoannaK When I think of the particular days in my life which completely changed my sexual world-view, it’s hard not to recall the day I met Melissa. I'd seen her walking past our house several times, and eventually we ran into each other at the corner store, where we discovered we both liked the same chocolates, and we had gone to the same primary school and so on from there. Melissa was 21, three years older than I. She was studying Human Movements at the nearby University of Queensland, the same institution I expected to join shortly. As we walked back together from the shop, since it was a typically hot and dry afternoon in mid-January, she invited me over for a swim at her house. My family didn't have a pool so I was glad to accept, and since I hated being held up by my parents while they asked me about where I was going, who I was going with, and so on, when we got to my house, I ran in, shoved my togs and towel into a bag, scribbled a quick note for my parents and ran out again. I was wearing a singlet and shorts with sandals, sunglasses and a broad-brimmed hat to protect my pale complexion. In those days, it was common for me not to wear a bra near home, particularly in summer, and I rarely wore a shirt or blouse over the top of a singlet. Apart from comfort reasons, I was a late developer physically and didn't really look 'womanly' in my opinion until my late twenties. Melissa, on the other hand, was immediately attractive to the male eye, with naturally blonde hair reaching well down her back and an impressive bustline which made her T-shirt stand out quite a way from her chest. She had beautiful wide blue eyes and I remember thinking she had particularly full lips. She also had remarkably long and smooth tanned legs over which she wore a tight denim skirt with sandals quite similar to my own. Just before we got to her house, we passed two good-looking guys who looked like older uni students. They were also wearing sunglasses but as they walked past, their heads definitely swivelled towards Melissa. A few seconds after they passed, I glanced back to confirm they were also appreciating her rear view. This sort of casual perving from males used to drive me up the wall, but as I would soon discover, Melissa's attitude to male attention was very different to mine. As we walked through her front gate, I could hear rock music coming from a stereo inside the house with several people talking loudly over it. As she led the way around the pool which was next to the short driveway at the front of the house, Melissa told me her brother was having a party with some of his rowing friends. "Don't worry about the guys," she said. "They're stuffing themselves with pizzas at the moment. You'll be glad to know most of them are pretty spunky, but there's only one who's really got something to be proud of, you know what I mean?" At the time, I wasn't sure what she meant at all, so I examined my new surroundings instead of responding. The pool was hidden from the street by a high white wall and had a rectangular changing area near one corner enclosed in vertical wooden planks with an inward-swinging gate in the middle. As Melissa led me inside, I saw a few chairs and some shelves filled with the usual pool-cleaning gear and various pieces of gardening equipment. There were a few bags hanging from hooks near the gate and my new friend took one down and put it on a chair. Closing the gate, she immediately began to undress. Having just left a private girls’ school, I was used to changing with other girls for sport, but I still felt a bit funny about undressing in front of someone I had only just met, so I stacked my clothes neatly on another chair and stood behind it to step into my fairly ordinary navy-blue one-piece suit. Melissa had no such inhibitions, kicking off her sandals, peeling off her T-shirt and unzipping her skirt to reveal burgundy satin panties cut high at the waist and a matching liquid satin bra. She quickly removed both of these garments as well, placing them in the bag, and paused to examine the clearly defined tan-lines on her now nude body before putting on her two-piece swimsuit which had been hanging beside the bag. I avoided looking at her too closely, but her fit, well-honed physique suggested she did a lot of cardio exercise, and perhaps some weight-training too. To cover my embarrassment, I looked away and concentrated on putting my own togs on. When I looked again, her suit appeared at first to be a very brief strapless fluorescent pink bikini, struggling to contain her ample breasts and pubis, but when she turned around and reached up to put her bag back on the hook, I'm sure I gasped silently in shock. She turned around again to find me still standing in a frozen position, probably with my mouth open. She looked puzzled and then followed my gaze down at herself. "What's the matter? The G-string? I bought it at Brian Rochford after Christmas. The first time Dad saw me in it, he banned me from wearing it anywhere except here, and even then, I'm not allowed when we've got visitors. That was after his boss came over and nearly had a heart attack!" She laughed and shook her head. "Dad doesn't know I wear it to parties sometimes too, except when I don't need it at all, you know what I mean?" She turned around again and tugged on the waist band to pull the thong snugly up between the cheeks of her bottom, which looked as tanned, smooth and firm as the rest of her. "Haven’t you ever worn one?" I could only shake my head, blushing. "Well, you don't know what you're missing. They're really comfortable, and you can wear them under tight dresses with no line poking through. They can feel a bit tight when they pull up between your legs, but sometimes that can be good too, you know what I mean? And I love seeing the guys' faces when you wear one under something sheer, or something short that flies up when you're dancing - anyway, let's get in now before the boys come out." Feeling somewhat shy at the gap between her obvious knowledge of how to deal with men and my own lack of experience, I followed her into the pool. The water temperature was just right and we spent at least half an hour swimming from side to side, giving ourselves funny hair-styles with the water, and mostly just floating and talking about uni. Eventually Melissa asked if I'd ever been in a spa bath. When I replied I hadn't, she climbed out of the pool and I followed suit. We walked around the side of the changing enclosure farthest away from the house, through another lockable wooden gate to a small square spa on the far side of the enclosure fence, big enough for perhaps four people at most. We were now completely out of sight. Melissa flicked a switch on the control unit at one side of the spa and the water began to foam and bubble. We slipped in and sat on ledges which left just our heads and shoulders above the surface and I mirrored the way she moved into a corner to rest her head and arms on the edges of the spa. We occupied opposite sides to give ourselves maximum space and I discovered powerful streams of water were jetting out from the wall into my back, massaging it strongly. It felt wonderful and I wiggled around to let the jets hit everywhere that felt good. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and when I reopened them, I discovered Melissa was facing away from me, resting her head on her hands over the spot where the jet erupted and her bikini top was now lying on the tiles next to her head. She turned around again and by this time there were so many bubbles in the spa, nothing could be seen beneath the surface. She smiled at me and explained casually, "It feels really good all down the front, too." It took a few moments for the implication of what she was saying to sink in, but when it did, I could only blush again and manage a weak smile. Surely she didn't mean she used it to... Melissa settled comfortably in her corner. "The best fun I ever had in one of these was last year when we were staying in this high-rise down at the Gold Coast, with a pool and spa outside. Every day when I went out to sunbathe, I saw this same guy always get straight into the spa and stare at me for the whole time I was there. Anyway, after a couple of days I thought, hey, maybe he was using me to give himself some cheap thrills underwater, you know what I mean? "So what I did was, the next day I got into the spa before he arrived, and I was wearing my normal bikini and tucked my spare one through the top and bottom I was wearing, O.K.? With all the bubbles you couldn't see anything at all, and there were a few other people around but not that many. Then the guy turns up, sees me and comes straight over and gets into the spa too. He's just sitting there staring at where my boobs would be and I let him look for a while then I ran my feet up and down his legs and said straight out, "Hey, stud, how would you like to do something really horny in here?" He just sat there with his mouth hanging open and I could see his right shoulder moving so I was sure he was having a good old wank right there and then. So I said "Let's start by taking our togs off. I'll hold yours and you can hold mine." She paused for a second to dip her head under the surface, flicking her long blonde hair back over her head before continuing. "So I said "I'll start", and pretended to take my top off and then the bottoms, looking around as if I'm worried about people seeing me. Both of my bikinis were strapless so there was nothing to see on my shoulders, and I gave him the spare bikini underwater and he just held it there - talk about a stunned mullet. I said, "Your turn, honey," so he looks around as well and then he lifts himself off the ledge and pulls down his board shorts and hands them over. And that's when I said "Bye bye", jumped out of the water and raced off upstairs with his togs, killing myself laughing." She laughed again at the memory. "I don't know how he got out of it but he must have been so angry he threw the bikini away towards the building 'cause that's where I found it the next day just before we left. He probably stole someone's towel while they were in the pool or something." She laughed some more but then suddenly gave me a penetrating glance as if assessing something. She leaned closer to me and said conspiratorially, "Hey, do you want to see something REALLY secret? You have to promise not to tell." I was still coming to grips with the concept of doing to a man what she'd just described, so I nodded in a non-committal way and waited to see what she had in mind. She glided over to the side of the spa nearest to where the smooth wooden planks formed the back wall of the changing enclosure. Facing the fence, she knelt up on the spa's edge, her virtually bare bottom poking out towards me, and began to wriggle out a nail which had been hammered only partially into one of the boards. The fact she was still topless didn't seem to bother her in the least while I tried to avert my eyes from the sight of her large wet breasts with nipples which seemed almost too dark for such a blonde girl. To add to my embarrassment, her dark nipples were also very hard and pointed, whether because of the cold or something else I wasn't sure, but I was even more surprised to discover by feeling them that my own nipples were also pointing out stiffly. After a few moments, she pulled the nail out, and as she did so, used it to pry away a small section of the plank immediately below it in the wall. She put the small piece of timber and the nail on the edge of the spa to her left and beckoned me. "Come and have a look." I stepped through the spa as she slid aside to make space for me and kneeled as she had done to discover that removing the wood section left a cavity of about half the depth of the timber and at the back of the cavity was a small round hole about one centimetre in circumference. Placing my right eye to the hole, I found I now enjoyed an uninterrupted view of the area inside the enclosure from about a metre to the left of the gate to the same distance on the other side. The possibilities of the peephole were slow to dawn upon me as I lifted my face from the fence to ask her if the round gap was visible from the other side. Melissa smiled wider than ever. "No, it was a knot in the wood that got pushed out, so it looks just like all the other knots. It's usually in the shadows in the afternoon anyway." "Did you make it?" I asked, feeling that with her, anything was possible. "Nah, there was this guy who lived here before we moved in and one day when we came over to look around, I walked in here and caught him with his dick in his hand perving at some of his sister's friends. I told him I was going to tell his mum and dad if he didn't show me how it worked - scared the shit out of him alright. Then he moved away and now there's just me and a couple of other girls I've told who know ..." Suddenly her voice fell to a whisper. "Shush, here they come! Keep looking and don't move a muscle." The sound of shouting male voices came towards the pool. In disbelief, I glued my eye back against the hole, ignoring the slight discomfort of the cavity edge pressing into my face. I froze into position as I saw the gate to the enclosure swing towards me and a group of young men, carrying togs and towels, run in and immediately strip off singlets, shorts and underpants before putting on togs and running back out again to jump into the pool. I could only see a few of them, but from the development of their muscles, particularly their biceps and chests, I guessed they were at least a year or two older than me and in top physical shape. I'm sure Melissa could have told me their exact ages, but at that moment I was far too busy feasting my eyes on the first naked male bums and penises I'd seen since sharing a bathtub with my younger brother many years earlier. I was very aware of my body feeling like it was speeding up all over. My heart was pounding hard against my chest, and my mouth was incredibly dry all of a sudden. I kept my mouth open, afraid one of them might hear me swallow, although of course they were making so much noise they couldn't possibly have heard me. The excitement I felt was so sudden and extreme, I felt a slight cramp in my stomach and worried for a second I might lose control of my bladder. I hardly dared to breathe as one dangling organ after another appeared and disappeared in and out of my line of sight. Some were circumcised, some not. Most of the cocks I could see seemed smaller and hairier than I had imagined, but I was too overwhelmed to think very objectively. I simply knelt there listening to their ribald conversation and studying their naked physiques without their knowledge, caught up in the excitement of doing something so naughty. "Hey, who wants to go skinny-dipping?" I heard one loud voice shout out over the general hubbub. The prospect of witnessing such an event made my excitement surge before I heard various jeers in response, and someone else yelled back, "You can if you want to, Truck!" "Fuck, I would if Melissa was here," said the boy apparently called "Truck", "'cept she'd probably start running when she got a look at it!" "You mean 'cause it's so fucking ugly?" At this stage most of them were in the pool or on the way in, but I heard a guy walking out say something about "Truck’s elephant-dick" which made me very curious indeed. Unfortunately Truck had been out of my vision while he was getting into his togs, but as he and the last boys walked out, his back-view stunned me: he was tall, strongly built with enormous thigh muscles and a wide torso over a narrow waist, and best of all his gorgeously tight buttocks were outlined clearly beneath his brief Speedos. As soon as they were all in the pool splashing around loudly, Melissa leaned across again, rubbing her shoulder and wet hair against mine as she whispered into my ear. "I spy on them all the time," she breathed. "Did you get a good look?" I looked straight into her wide blue eyes as they sparkled distinctly, so excited. I was still quite short of breath and simply nodded, conscious I must have been blushing all over. My body felt somehow more sensitive everywhere and my suit felt restrictive. "Did you see Trucky's dick?" "No," I croaked with a dry throat and swallowed hard a few times to moisten it. I sensed the material between my legs had become damp with more than just spa water. "Well, make sure you do - he's what I call a REAL man. We're keeping it pretty quiet, but we've been spending some time together here lately while everyone else was out, you know what I mean?" Again, my only answer must have been to look confused or even alarmed, because she drew back slightly: "Have you ever seen ANYONE’S dick before?" "Only my brother's, when we were little." She seemed amazed. "Is that all? Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we?" At that moment, a few of the guys came back in and my face instinctively resumed its voyeuristic position. I found watching them pull off their togs to towel themselves dry was even more exciting than the first time because the towelling action made their pricks swing about like fleshy pendulums gone berserk. Suddenly, I realised I had a strong urge to slide my fingers inside my togs and rub myself to an orgasm. Until then, I had never masturbated anywhere except in my own bed or the bath and even then usually only once or twice a month, but the visual stimulus here was overpoweringly erotic. Unfortunately Melissa's presence was a deterrent, so I simply gazed lustfully, trying to memorise the exact size and shape of these strange new masculine genitals. Now one of the guys who had finished dressing stood in the gateway and addressed those in the pool: "Who wants to come over and watch a video at my place?" The consensus of opinion was strongly in favour, so the rest of the boys made their way into the shed to strip and change, much to my further enjoyment. Unfortunately, Truck was the only one who didn't come in, staying seated on the far side of the pool with his legs in the water. Even from a distance, his front-on appearance was just as appealing as it was from the rear. His chest muscles were hugely defined and his Speedos certainly concealed a sizeable bulge. I longed urgently to see him peel off his togs in front of me, to reveal every part of himself, so I could share in even a part of Melissa's exciting carnal knowledge. "Yeah, I'll be there in a while," he said to the group. One of the others teased him: "You just want Melissa to turn up, don't you?" He grinned and gave his teammate an up-thrust finger in response. One of the boys, presumably Melissa's brother, went to the house to lock up, returning with two pizza boxes. After the group had gone, Truck slipped back into the water and propelled himself along the bottom of the pool. Melissa whispered again: "Have they all gone now, except for him?" I nodded. "Good - keep your eye on the hole and don't say anything, O.K.? Just enjoy whatever happens." Without another word, she picked up her bikini top and refastened it over her breasts, her nipples still poking through visibly. Then she left through the gate, closing it behind her. I did as she directed and listened to her walk around the side to come face to face with Truck, who had just climbed out of the pool and was still dripping wet. When he saw her, he looked pleased and said, "You sneaky slut, you were here all the time!" Melissa grinned back and said, "Come in here," nodding him into the enclosure. As soon as they were both inside, Melissa closed the gate behind them and slid home the bolt to secure it. Immediately, she pulled Truck around and pushed him back against the gate, capturing his hands in her own and pinning them up beside his ears. From the movements of her head I could tell she was kissing him vigorously on and around his mouth, perhaps tasting his tongue with hers. At the same time, she pressed her body against his, rubbing herself all over him. Then she released his hands and guided his arms over her shoulders where he clasped them around her neck. Without removing her mouth from his, but with her hands now free, she reached back and released the clasp to let the pink material of her top drop onto the paved bricks beneath them. Melissa's Pool and the Guys Then Truck began to use his hands on her bare back, massaging his way down each side of her spine, very slowly and smoothly, until his large strong hands came to rest on the pouting cheeks of her barely concealed bottom where he took hold of her and pulled her body into his even more tightly. Watching him handle her arse as knowingly as I imagined a future boyfriend would caress mine made the temperature of my lust surge. Still crouching on my haunches, I reached down and tugged the edges of my suit up on both sides of my bottom until there was only a thin line of material dividing my buttocks. Fantasising I was now in a sexy G-string like Melissa's, I rubbed and stroked my bottom with my own hands as I watched, copying as closely as possible the caresses Truck was giving Melissa. It was so easy to imagine I was her, rubbing my bare breasts and legs so arousingly against his young athlete's body. As his hands made their way back up her body, he brought them around to fondle her breasts, and instantly I tugged the swimsuit straps down off my own shoulders and pushed the whole top down to my waist. I licked my fingers and rolled my nipples between them in the way I imagined he must be doing, making them stand out hard and then rubbing the softness of his warm palms in slow sensual circles on top of them. On a sudden impulse, I pinched hard, discovering that in my highly aroused state, what would normally be painful became instead very pleasurable. I felt the early signs of an orgasm on the way, and as my left hand continued to massage my upper body and breasts, my right found its way to my covered pubis where it simply squeezed the whole sopping wet area and pushed hard against the mound to allow my pleasure to stay at a constant pitch. Holding my palm in place, I rubbed myself up and down against my hand enjoying a flood of rising sensations. I was discovering the joy of extending my sexual arousal for a long period, sensing intuitively that the length of the build-up would make my eventual climax an earth-shattering experience. On the other side of the fence, Melissa had moved Truck around to face her, side-on to me. Melissa put her hands on his shoulders and let them trail slowly down over his fantastic pectoral muscles. "I want you to stand still - don't move and don't say anything," she said. The boy was clearly not going to dispute her, although he lowered his hands reluctantly. She paused the downward stroking of her hands over his chest to flick his nipples back and forth with her thumbnails, before lowering her head to nip them with her teeth. He winced slightly but didn't say anything. Her long pink tongue snaked out to lick and sooth his sensitive buds, as her hands reached his togs where I could see an erection straining against the material hard enough to push the waistband away from his stomach. Running her tongue down over his washboard stomach, she crouched before him, sliding her left hand between his thighs to cup and gently rub his scrotum, while her right thumbnail also stayed outside his Speedos, scratching a slow, firm path all the way up and down the underside of his swollen shaft as she wiggled her tongue in and around his navel. After a minute of this thorough and intimate massage of his pleasure zones, Truck's hands were clenched and with his eyes shut, he tipped his head back slightly and said, "God, this feels so fucking good." Instantly, Melissa squeezed her left hand hard and Truck let out a short groan of pain. His erection sagged before my eyes. Releasing him and rising to her feet, Melissa said to him with mock contempt, "Well, Trucky, if you can't even follow simple instructions, you're going to have to prove yourself worthy of my interest by passing a little test. I'm going to sit down over there..." At this, she pointed directly towards the peephole! I jerked my head aside, wondering for a moment if this was all a trick being played on me, before she continued, "... and you have to do two things for me. First, you have to do a really hot, sexy strip, just like Manpower." I dared to look: he seemed suddenly confused at the new, commanding tone in Melissa's voice, but said nothing. "And when you've done that, you're going to make your big dick shoot lots of lovely sperm out for me." Trucky looked stunned. "Show me exactly what you do when you're having a wank, and if I'm not satisfied with how much comes out, you can forget about what we were going to do for the rest of this afternoon - on Mum and Dad's bed." She paused again and her voice returned to its original sultry tone designed to provoke raging male desire. "On the other hand, if you make me all hot and wet and horny, I'll let you go much, much further than last time. You know what I'll let you do to me?" At this she put her mouth next to his ear to whisper and I was amazed to see his penis immediately stretch within his togs. I had never realised before the connection between a man's mental pictures and the state of his penis, but it was an important lesson to learn for a woman wanting to give and get really hot sex. She turned and paced the few steps towards the place in the fence where I was viewing the action, pausing as she sat down to give me a big wink. I knew then that any trick here was not being played on me - in fact she had just arranged for us to share some wildly erotic entertainment! My emotions were in a complete whirl - this wasn't how I thought boyfriends and girlfriends behaved together. The romances I had read always had the man in control, winning over the woman gradually through skilful seduction and charm. Eventually the woman would allow the man to enjoy the pleasures of her body if he had proved himself faithful and desirable. But here on this hot afternoon, Melissa was breaking all the rules. She was teasing him, using his eager body for her own enjoyment - and now, as my arousal built, I had to admit I too desperately wanted to see everything the horny young man had to offer. Melissa settled herself against the fence with her head resting beneath the peephole so I could see only the bottom half of her legs pointing towards the handsome Truck with a large bulge in his skimpy togs who stood sheepishly uncertain. "Come on, I'm waiting," she said firmly. "Look, I'll tell you what to do, O.K.? Start rubbing your hands over your body, slowly." As her directions gave him confidence, he began to move his palms smoothly in big circles over his chest and stomach. Imagining what it would feel like to run my own hands over those muscles, to massage scented oil into every crevice of his gorgeous body, almost made me groan aloud. "Pinch your little tits - hard," came the command. He did so, wincing slightly, although his semi-concealed cock still showed no signs of softening. "Now turn around and pull your togs off slowly. Let's see that beautiful bum! No, make it really slow, and bend right over. That's better. Now wiggle it while you slide them off. That's the way. Clench those arse muscles a few times. Now turn side on and do me twenty push-ups." With a growing smile on his face, he dropped down into position, his wonderfully hard prick disclosed in its nude, circumcised splendour for the first time, standing up almost parallel to the rest of his body as his dark testicles swung heavily between his thighs. Watching this superbly fit nude athlete raise himself up and down rapidly, clenching his bottom on each descent while his firm cock hung beneath him, I found it so easy to visualise him stroking it in and out of a willing Melissa beneath him and the thought alone was almost more than I could bear. I stood up quietly next to the fence, just long enough to ease the cramps out of my legs and stripped off my bunched-up costume altogether. My urgent lust replaced any modesty or anxiety. I squatted again and spread my labia with my left hand while my right began a rapid clockwise strumming of my clitoris, lubricating it with my own juices. I had never been so sopping wet. I had also never given myself pleasure in such a position but the pressure against my mound from squatting while using both hands was tremendously enjoyable and I allowed myself to discover new, ecstatic joys. "Get up and show me some pelvic thrusts," came the call, and with a smile, Truck stood to face us, put his hands behind his head and jabbed his pelvis rhythmically backwards and forwards. His penis was still rock-hard although it waggled itself in every direction during the vigorous exercise. "Now I want to see what you do when you need to cum. Do it so I can see everything, and don't stop until you shoot all over the place. As a bonus, I'm going to let you look at my nice wet pussy to help you along, so you can start by rubbing yourself with this since it's nice and warm now." Melissa's head bobbed up as she removed her G-string and threw it towards Truck, who caught it. He raised the pink bundle to his nostrils and made a show of inhaling her essence deeply before wrapping it around his cock and balls, sliding himself in and out of the silkiness several times before dropping it beside him. Melissa's legs rolled over and I saw her bare bottom raised up in the air, aimed directly at the intent gaze of her man. She spread her legs wide and the tan-lines leading into her cleft were so defined, she could have been wearing a G-string of smooth white. As he became less self-conscious, Truck pulled on himself more vigorously, his eyes fixed on Melissa's exposed opening. I felt myself approaching the edge of my own climax faster and faster, as all the sensations in my body became more and more pleasurable. "That's it, Trucky - do it hard and fast. Keep looking at me," she called out to him. "Imagine pushing that big cock of yours all the way in here where it's tight and juicy. I want to squeeze your cock all over and milk it hard - right where my fingers are going now!" She reached under herself and began moving her arse back and forth rapidly as she thrust into herself fiercely. "You're making me so hot - I want you to shove that big dick right up my cunt and fuck me really hard - make me cum right now!" Truck took a step forward before his eyes closed and he groaned loudly. Then, for the first time in my life, I watched a man sink to his knees, massage his balls with his left hand and pump furiously with his right as suddenly the purple head of his prick spurted stream after stream of white semen into the air in front of him. A big pearly drop landed on the top of Melissa's raised buttocks and started to trickle slowly down her crack. He opened his eyes to gaze at Melissa gasping as she rubbed her crotch frantically and now he timed his pumping to her own hand movements as the bursts of cum became less copious. Then he ceased the jerking movement altogether and simply squeezed the head of his cock firmly, murmuring his enjoyment as he continued to fondle his scrotum with his left. With his hands still on his genitals, he toppled in exhaustion onto his side and lay still, watching his beautiful girlfriend give herself the intense release she needed. My sexual instinct told me it was time to let my own long-awaited orgasm explode, and I sped up my movements as Melissa rolled over again, her legs stretched and locked in front of her with toes flexed as if in spasm. Her voice cried out obscenities as her body bucked in a monstrous orgasm and the sound of her voice full of sex and the images that flooded my mind of all three of us touching and fucking each other, all day, over and over, threw me over the edge. The freedom of being nude outdoors in a strange place and giving myself peak pleasure while witnessing a supremely erotic exhibition made me cum gigantically in wave after wave of sheer joyful pleasure. The desperate need to keep quiet and not give myself away only intensified the spasms as I too slumped sideways, clamping my thighs around my hands to generate aftershocks of sensation throughout my whole body. Finally I lay still and several minutes passed before Truck's voice made me return to the peephole with my thighs and legs almost painfully cramped. He was still nude, holding his discarded togs in one hand and hers in the other, saying something about them going inside for a shower. Suddenly a car pulled into the driveway and Truck froze in shock. "Shit, it's my parents! Hide!" said Melissa, jumping up, still nude. Truck had no idea where to go. As car doors slammed, an older female voice called out: "Melissa! Are you ready to go? Hurry up or we'll be late!" "In here - I'm getting changed!" she called back. Turning to the boy now crouching in fear next to her, she pulled her G-string from his hand and stepped into it quickly before retrieving her top. Keeping her voice down, she said: "I forgot we were going out this afternoon. I'll go with them and you can sneak out, O.K.? I'll have to call you later. Sorry." As Truck moved aside so as not to be seen when the gate opened, she quickly pulled on the other clothes she'd worn earlier, bent down to give him a quick kiss, opened the gate and walked out. A car door opened and shut before it reversed down the drive and then roared away. In the silence which seemed deafening after the excitement of not many minutes earlier, Truck leaned back against the fence and put his hands over his face. Then, convulsively, he hit his head back against the fence three times saying "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I could easily understand the poor guy's frustration at missing what had promised to be a rich and extremely satisfying reward for his arousing performance. Looking up, his eyes came to rest on Melissa's little backpack on its hook. He stood and opened it, looking around nervously as he did so, as if feeling he was being watched. I was suddenly anxious again about being discovered, but need not have worried. He rummaged inside and with a triumphant grin, extracted her burgundy underwear. He held up first the bra and then the tight-fitting panties between his fingers as if trying to decide which way up they should go. Then he simply held both items to his face and inhaled deeply once more, generating a fresh pang in my stomach. I had seen so many new and arousing things in one day - I felt as if my knowledge of sex had tripled and then tripled again. I was exhausted. Replacing Melissa's bag on the hook, Truck took her underwear with him to the place out of my vision where his own clothes lay. As soon as he was dressed, he left, turning once to look at the place on the bricks where he had left his virile marks, and then at where Melissa had been sitting, as if reliving the way she had looked and the way she had made him feel. I couldn't blame him at all for wanting to take away her underwear as a memento of his girlfriend's deliciously sexy teasing. I waited a few minutes more before leaving, and spent the rest of the afternoon sound asleep on my bed, although that night my hands and imagination kept me awake and busy for a long time. I ran into Melissa again at the shop several days later, and decided to tell her about Truck taking her panties and bra. She seemed unsurprised and said it was probably the least he deserved. With a knowing look at me, she added: "Maybe he deserved yours as well - for putting a smile on your face?" My blush surely told Melissa I had responded to their performance in exactly the "hands-on" way she had anticipated. I went swimming with Melissa several other times that Summer, sometimes utilising the peephole if there were others around and sometimes not, but Melissa became rapidly absorbed in Uni life, and after she went to live in one of the Colleges, we lost touch. Although other people taught me how to build mature emotional relationships, the things I learnt that first hot afternoon about getting the most out of a man's body (in every sense) were lessons I would never forget. ---------------------------- I'd welcome votes and email! XX JK.