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Natasha Ch. 01

By: leaky_one



Natasha had just finished taking a shower and had just got out of the bath. Whilst she was drying herself she suddenly had a naughty idea. She was bursting for a pee and rather than going to sit on the loo why didn't she squat her buttocks over the edge of the bath and take a piss there instead. Dropping the towel to the floor, Natasha gingerly lowered her wide womanly bum cheeks down over the edge of the bath. Then, whilst she gazed down past her exposed breasts at her midriff, Natasha parted her legs to reveal the sight of her auburn triangle of pussy hairs nestled between her thighs. Now it was a simple matter of letting her pee come squirting out of her cunt and into the bath. Concentrating hard, Natasha waited with baited breath whilst the feeling of relief rushed down her body to her waiting pussy lips which immediately parted to allow a strong, thick golden flow of hot piss come shooting out of her cunt and rain against the bath wall facing her pussy. Natasha gasped with the thrill she was getting from doing her toilet into the bath basin. From her vagina, golden pee continued to squirt out of her pussy lips, crossing the short space between her cunt and the bath wall where her golden stream landed and flowed downwards covering the ceramic with a yellow sheen of urine. From under Natasha's buttocks came a soft hissing and pattering sound whilst she did her pee over the bath wall. The sight of the golden stream of pee leaving her pussy looked gorgeous as it covered the bath wall with a running stream of her hot piss.

Natasha had been peeing now for several long seconds. The golden spray squirting out of her pussy was showing no signs of diminishing. In fact Natasha had lots of pee left in her and she was beginning to wonder what else she could use in the bathroom to catch her piss. Spreading her legs wide to give herself a better view of her golden stream that was issuing out of her pussy, Natasha decided she would risk a quick pee over her towel which was still lying over the floor. Without stopping her pissing, Natasha used her hands to move herself forwards bringing her curly brown triangle of pubic hairs past the edge of the bath rim. Golden pee continued to squirt out of Natasha's pussy and within moments she was busily relieving herself over the red towel lying on the floor. Natasha gasped with the thrill of seeing the towel material darken as it absorbed her piss shower. Still peeing hard, the golden flow of piss issuing out of her pussy still flowing strongly, Natasha lowered her body towards the floor and the towel she was still urinating all over. Now she was squatting directly over the towel, her hot piss spraying the material only inches away from her parted pussy lips. The hissing sound caused by her pissing was louder now as she peed all over the towel, moving her bare bum cheeks backwards over the material so that she could pee all over it. After several more seconds of intense pissing, Natasha's closed her pussy lips.

As the golden stream of piss leaving her pussy vanished from sight, Natasha leapt up. She still hadn't finishing peeing, rather it was more a case of she had run out of fresh towel to piss over. Now she had somewhere else in mind to deposit her golden shower of hot pee. Moving up to the edge of the bathroom sink, Natasha moved her pussy triangle up to the edge so that her pussy lips were aimed into the bowl. Taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach, Natasha resumed her toilet. This time when Natasha started to pee, her golden flow escaped her pussy and rained down to cover the bathroom sink bowl with a covering of bright yellow, vaginal piss. Standing up to the bathroom sink that she was now busily relieving her urine into, Natasha gazed into the bowl and at the mess she was making with her pee. Golden splashes of urine were now all over the sink, whilst her main flow of pee continued to flow unceasing down the plug hole. Natasha's bum cheeks were now facing the bathroom door. From there it was just possible to make out the sight of her golden pee stream as her piss flowed out of her cunt and into the sink. 

Natasha was almost done now. Her stream of yellow piss leaving her pussy and raining into the sink bowl was diminishing. Desperate to do a pee in at least one more naughty place in the bathroom, Natasha ceased her pee. Moving her pussy away from the sink bowl she had just been using as a urinal to catch her piss, Natasha wondered where she could finish her toilet. Suddenly inspiration came to her. Grabbing the piss stained towel, Natasha picked it up before placing it down in front of the bathroom door. Then she went to position her naked body up to the door, so that her breasts and pussy were practically touching the blue painted wood. Without even bothering to look down at her muff, Natasha once again started to take a pee. This time, her honey coloured stream squirted out of her pussy and crossed the short space to the door frame where her pee stream started to rain against with a very slight pattering sound. 

Suddenly Natasha heard somebody coming up the stairs and she guessed it must be her mother. Rather than stopping her pee over the door, Natasha decided it would be more fun to continue. Between her legs her golden shower continued to spray over the woodwork as she stood there up to the door, peeing all over it, knowing full well that there was somebody on the other side. Her mother would never imagine in a million years that her daughter was busily relieving herself all over the other side of the bathroom door whilst she walked unknowingly by. The stream of urine issuing out of Natasha's hairy cunt had now reduced to a little trickle. As her pee stream waned it stopped raining over the woodwork of the bathroom door and instead became a little falling stream of yellow pee droplets to the towel below. Closing her pussy lips, Natasha moved back from the door to admire the piss stain all over it. Grabbing the soap holder off the edge of the bath, Natasha held it up to her waiting pussy lips and started to let the few drops of her pee escape her cunt and fall into the holder.

Natasha Ch. 01



Natasha's Neighbourhood Watch Program goes full steam...

It had been sometime since she had last sunbaked in her backyard -- probably a little over a year ago -- and she wondered if the boy would come out this time too? Natasha smiled to herself, as she thought back to last summer when she had first discovered their new neighbour's son perving on her through a small crack in the side fence.

Poor boy, she remembered thinking, after she had gotten over the initial shock of her discovery. Fancy being in those horrible teenage years, when your hormones are running rampant and your testosterone levels are peaking for the first time in your life -- and not being able to do much about it, but masturbate!

And just to make matters worse; moments after you just move into a new house with your mum and dad, you discover your next door neighbour likes to sunbake topless!

Yes, at the time, Natasha was somehow able to sympathise with the lad and his voyeuristic tendencies. Mind you, she distinctly remembered that the 'pleasure' was not all his alone, as he perved on her surreptitiously -- no, not at all!

She did feel a bit guilty about it at the time; but knowing that some young man (well, not much more than a boy of eighteen, really) was less than five metres away on the other side of a flimsy paling-fence, while she lay on a large beach towel with nothing on more than a tiny g-string and a liberal coating of coconut-scented tanning lotion -- and also knowing that his big eyeball was just about popping through a twenty millimetre crack to perv on her -- well, it had sort of rocked her boat a little -- almost right from the start!

She didn't let on to the boy that she knew he was there of course -- no, not at all. Well, not for awhile, anyway! And she played up to it like it was all just a bit of harmless fun. She picked her moments well -- mostly when her husband, Charles, was at work or golf or somewhere -- and coincidently, it was often when she had heard the neighbour's car back out the driveway too!

On sunny days, she would come out with her little black string-bikini on and a towel wrapped around her, and pull the washing off the line if it was dry (this became like a signal or something, she figured, as the clothesline would squeak horribly as she turned it around, and anyone within earshot would know she was in the yard). Then she would go to her favourite spot, and casually remove her towel with her back to the crack in the side fence, and bending over she would lay out the towel, while carefully straightening the corners of it neatly, and her bare bum, with the narrow strip of material running up her crack, would be pointing provocatively toward the fence. Of course, most often at that stage she didn't really know if the boy was watching her or not -- but the thought of it really got her juices flowing anyway... 

She would then sit down, and still with her bikini top on, she would ooze the suntan lotion over as much of her body as was possible till it shone sensuously in the warm sunlight, and then lay down on her stomach to finally undo her top and pull it from beneath her...

Then as she relaxed, while wearing her best shades, she would sneak a peak over at the fence to see if she had company. And during the fifteen or so times that she'd performed the little ritual last year -- the lad had his eye jammed against the fence for twelve of them! If only her Lotto numbers were as easy to predict, she had thought whimsically. 

Of course, she would not make it too easy for the boy, and she would often lie on her stomach for sometime, before she would finally roll over to expose her boobs to his inquisitive eye. Then again, she wasn't too sure for awhile if the youth was more interested in her bottom, or her breasts!

She was to find out one day though...

Yes, one day she had decided to place her towel almost right next to the fence -- not more than a metre or so from the crack! She had performed pretty much the same ritual as other times of course -- and she knew he was watching -- but now she could actually hear him breathing hoarsely on the other side of the fence! 

That particular day she had chosen to wear a new bikini -- a pretty little thing made by Wicked Weasel. It was made of a material called 'spider web' or something, and it left very little to the imagination if you were close enough to see how open the 'web' material was, as it stretched over her skin. Natasha thought it would be even better for getting a tan almost all over her toned body, without being completely nude. And even though her husband, Charles, had bought it for her, not even he'd had the pleasure of seeing her wearing it!

The boy was undoubtedly the first...

Laying on her stomach, with her top off and lying crumpled next to her, she thought she could hear the boy moving about on the other side, but only just. And she had waited a bit longer than usual before she got up the nerve to roll onto her back...

But when she did finally roll over -- well, that was when she heard him murmur something, but almost inaudibly -- some sort of expletive or something -- and Natasha felt so naughty indeed to be so bold near someone so young! 

It was only with great willpower that she had avoided looking at the crack in the fence -- she certainly didn't want him knowing that he had been discovered. After all, the whole sordid-little affair had become quite symbiotic she felt -- he liked to look at her discreetly while she was near-naked -- and she got all excited from the rather flattering knowledge of him doing it! 

But at that time, she wondered if she had gone just a little too far -- sitting up, she had applied copious amounts of lotion on her breasts, stomach and thighs. And although she knew her boobs were not overly large or anything (Charles often told her how beautifully shaped they still were, even after fifteen years of marriage), she closed her eyes and spent a little more time than was required to rub the oil in, and she was well aware that her dark, little nipples were as hard as berries!

And she had heard him unzip something... of that she was certain...

Natasha continued to rub in the lotion down her stomach, as she sat with her knees bent in almost a cross-legged fashion. And looking down, she could quite clearly see that the tiny triangle of webbed material did very little to secrete her smooth labia and the fine slit of her pussy -- oh god, she'd felt bad!

She had lain back down, but had kept her knees bent and slightly raised, and then she had moved her feet apart on the towel, until they felt more comfortable -- then she tried to relax...

Her ears strained to hear something -- anything -- and for a moment she had actually thought that she may have scared him off. But then she heard it -- barely detectable, as the light breeze rustled the leaves on the trees nearby. But she heard it, and she tried really hard not to smile...

The boy was slowly masturbating as he perved on her -- and the knowledge made her pussy tingle with excitement! 

A week later, and the last time she had sunbaked for that season (as the weather had started to cool prematurely), Natasha had worn the same web bikini. And she had placed her towel quite close to the fence again -- only, where she had lain parallel to the fence last time, as she would normally, she upped the ante this time and placed her towel at right angles to the crack in the fence!

There was something else that was of notable difference too, a couple of days earlier, she had noticed that the fence was 'deteriorating' even more, and the crack, once only about thirty centimetres long and at most, twenty millimetres in width, now appeared to have extended almost to the ground! And although not anywhere near as wide for most of it, there was a spot at about knee-height that was similar in width to the original crack! 

Natasha could actually see through to the neighbour's house without being too close herself!

She probably should have faced the fence -- but her recently-discovered exhibitionist streak had her decide cheekily to lay down with her feet toward the neighbours. Then when she had sat up to apply the lovely scented suntan lotion, she had the utmost difficulty at not staring straight at the crack in the fence, where she knew the boy to be hiding.

Natasha knew now how terrible she was to do it -- but she had lain on her back, and as she had the week earlier, she raised her legs and parted her feet, only this time she knew it would give the youth an unfettered view between her smooth, tanned-thighs --and of her pussy, that was more or less visible through the sparse webbing of her bikini!

She had lain like that just long enough to hear the boy begin to masturbate again -- and again, her exhibitionism titillated her so much that she had trouble not masturbating too!

Funnily, it was as that moment that Natasha felt fairly certain that he knew that she knew -- and it was quite obvious to her that she was letting the situation get out of hand! But she also knew that her lewd behaviour had become rather difficult for her to stop.

Yes, that had been a year ago, Natasha remembered wistfully... 

Of course, she had met the boy out the front in the street more that a few times since last summer. The first time they had met face-to-face, he had been walking past her house as she was checking the letter box and he had blushed uncontrollably in front of her -- and although Natasha had thought it sweet, she too had blushed like a teenager and had trouble not laughing! 

He had been a gangly blonde youth at first, but lately, she noticed he had filled-out rather nicely. He drove now, and his noisy old bomb he was doing up was often parked out the front when Natasha went for her walks in the morning. And on the odd-occasion, he would be there tinkering under the bonnet, and she would stop and chat to him for a few moments.

It became plainly obvious to Natasha that the youth was still rather shy around her -- and although she did catch him stealing glimpses of her cleavage a couple of times if she had left a few too many buttons undone on her top -- he was always polite and friendly to her. 

Natasha sighed deeply as she stepped outside into the sunshine with her new beach towel wrapped around her. She now knew for certain that she had more than a little exhibitionist-streak in her after a party she had attended with her husband a bit over a month earlier.

Now that had gotten out of hand, Natasha told herself, as she walked toward the clothesline. Of course she had blamed it on the Champagne that had been plied upon her in copious quantities throughout the evening -- but she also knew (although her husband never talked about it, she knew that he knew too), that it had been one hell of night of discovery for both of them! And just thinking about it now -- although there was still a tiny pang of guilt -- she could feel herself getting wet at the memory. 

Natasha brought in the washing in the warm noonday sun, and as she expected, the clothesline squeaked and groaned in protest as it was rotated... 

Then she placed her towel in a familiar spot, and noticed then for the first time that the crack in the fence had been repaired!

She shrugged her shoulders, and sighed in disappointment at her discovery -- she was rather looking forward to showing off her new bikini that Charles had bought her -- a tiny little thing he had found on the internet called a peek-a-boo. 

The bikini was really pretty disgusting, Natasha surmised. The tiniest of material, not much more than thin bands really. The top, although well-fitting, was missing most of an integral part of the garment -- the part that filled the cups! Just a thin strip went down the middle of the each triangular cup, so that when worn, her boobs, including most of each nipple, were pretty much plainly on display! And that just about summed-up the bottoms too -- merely cleverly sewn bands -- but with the triangular patch of material that should have been in the middle completely missing too! The effect of the 'garment' was amazing; the straps actually framed her pudenda perfectly -- so perfect in fact, that they greatly contributed in pursing her smooth labia outward quite provocatively so her lips actually looked to be pouting!

Of course, Charles had certainly not intended on her wearing it to the beach, or out in public -- it was meant to be for his personal pleasure only. But as he had bought it before the night of the party, and Natasha's 'little' indiscretion, he now seemed not to be so interested in it anymore!

So, of course, Natasha was going to share the unveiling with her lovely young neighbour who used to ever-so-discreetly enjoy her mischievous displays last summer! 

Natasha sat down on the towel and applied her favourite tanning lotion to her trim body, and sighed again with a sense of disappointment. Oh well, she thought, the boy has probably grown out of perving on middle-aged women by now anyway, now he's all-grown-up with a car! 

She looked down at her boobs less than barely concealed in the little pink top, and smiled at her husband's choice. He had often in the past encouraged her to wear scanty clothing around others -- although nothing as bold as her new peek-a-boo bikini! She knew of course, he had liked to watch her flaunt herself at times in more tasteful, but still very sexy clothes, around others -- but, again, since the party night, his taste had become far more subdued. She was actually surprised he had not gotten rid of some of her outfits -- especially the lovely chiffon skirt and camisole she had worn on the night of her indiscretion! But he hadn't.

Now feeling alone and secure in her backyard with the fence repaired, Natasha did away with her formalities of a year earlier, and reached behind to remove the silly little top. She then oiled her boobs up liberally, enjoying the feeling of the warm liquid against her skin and sensitive nipples.

Natasha was almost about to remove her bikini bottom too, for that all-over-tan she rarely obtained, but looking down at the thing made her laugh. She noticed that it not only framed her vulva, but it certainly was forcing her labia outward in a pouting fashion -- she could actually see the thin edges of her inner lips protruding like little pink tongues! Shaking her head in mock horror, she admitted to herself that she certainly could see what her husband had seen in the lurid design...

So, she left the garment on, and applied more lotion on her legs and upper thighs, and even a dribble on her little, recently-waxed pussy! Then she laid down, gradually drifting off, while thinking about all sorts of things -- but mostly she found herself thinking of the inexplicable urge at times to stir-up the handsome boy next door...

*

Eric heard the clothesline squeaking from out the front of the house as he checked his oil and water in his car -- it was the first warm day of summer, and his loins stirred in wonder as to whether his pretty neighbour would be thinking of renewing her tan soon? 

Quickly cleaning up and putting his tools away, he walked down his driveway as casually as he could to where the crack in the fence used to be. Funny really, the reason why the fence had been repaired, and ironically, it was not because of him either! No, his mother had made his father patch it up several weeks ago, when she had caught his ol' dad perving on their pretty neighbour as she hung the washing out in a pale-blue baby-doll nightgown early one fine spring morning.

Eric had heard his mum go off at the ol' boy too, as apparently she had caught him looking through the fence more than once! It seemed perving on neighbours was in the blood; Eric had chuckled to himself at the time. 

But no one was at home to see him go to the spot he had prepared recently. Cripes, he'd had trouble not thinking about the pretty brunette these last few months -- he'd only wished he'd had his new digital camera last year so he had something real to masturbate over, instead of just the memory of her and what he considered to be a fantastic body!

Of course the highlight of last years perving, was the day she had put her towel close to the fence, and had lain with her feet toward where he was hiding. He smiled at the erotic memory -- Christ, she was that close he could have touched her -- well, her pretty feet anyway. But when she opened her legs with that see-thru bikini on -- he had not been able to resist any longer -- and he had pulled his hard cock quickly at the sight of her slit!

And he knew he had probably been making too much noise too, as he wanked off, but he was so fucking excited, he didn't care! And just before he shot his wad onto the grass, he had seen her smile -- and he was sure that her legs had opened even wider for him -- as if beckoning him between them! Well, that's what he had thought, anyway.

But there was one thing Eric was pretty certain of still -- and even though it had only been for a split second -- he clearly remembered seeing her open her eyes, then she glanced quickly from under her sunglasses toward him as he looked at her through the crack in the fence! Of that he was almost certain, without a doubt!

Now Eric stood by the fence and looked around his yard -- no one was home, but he checked anyway. Then he reached for the small imperfection in one of the palings, and twisted it gently... 

It was a random knot in the wood that he had discovered recently. With a small penknife that he had been given as a boy-scout years ago, he had worked it loose to reveal an even better location for perving -- if it were at all possible -- and he had then carefully put a couple of small brads in the knot, so as when he replaced it in the hole, it wouldn't fall through the other side. 

It wasn't the first time he had used the new spot -- no -- he had perved on Natasha a couple of times as the weather had warmed up, hoping to see her in her bikini again. He had been rather lucky the weekend before -- not that she'd come out in her bikini -- but she had brought the washing in wearing a really small pair of denim shorts that barely covered her butt, and a loose-fitting singlet that had arm holes so big that when she reached for the clothesline, her beautiful tits were plain to see! Fuck, he loved the look of her tits!

Tentatively, Eric removed the small piece of wood and looked in next door...

"Orr fuck!" he mouthed silently to himself, he was in luck.

Eric peered through the fence at Natasha as she lay not more than three metres from his new vantage point -- she was on her back, oiled-up and although her complexion was noticeably paler from the long winter, he thought she was looking even better than he remembered! 

He ogled her pretty tits for a few moments -- her dark-coloured nipples standing out against her fair skin -- then he let his gaze wander down her body to her hips, to see she was wearing pink bikini-bottoms. She looked to be snoozing -- and while Eric perved on her, he undid his jeans and released his rapidly growing cock...

She looked fucking gorgeous, he thought, as he began to stroke himself.

A couple of minutes passed, and Eric was wanking a little harder, not too far off blowing his wad, when he noticed her stirring. The sun had gone behind some trees and she was now partly shaded. He watched as she sat up and looked around for what he correctly guessed was to find a new spot in the sun to lay her towel -- then she turned toward the fence directly where he was standing, and gathered her things together, while carelessly letting her knees flop over to either side.

"Wow!" Eric mouthed to himself, as he looked down between her legs. He could not believe what he was looking at! Was that really a bikini? He could pretty much see her whole cunt! And there was now not a hair on it at all by the looks of things!




Natasha Ch. 01



Quickly, Eric fumbled for his small digital camera that was in his shorts pocket and pulling it out, he turned it on -- he just had to get a photo of her in that!

Natasha stood up, totally unaware she was again under the scrutiny of her young neighbour, and moved her towel back into a bit of sun. Unfortunately for Eric, her new position was closer to the middle of her yard some five metres away -- but he now didn't mind -- cause as she had stood, he had a fantastic view of her near-naked body in full-frontal -- and he had watched in awe as she had straightened the little pink bikini by pulling the straps either side of her pussy till they framed the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in real life!

Shaking with excitement, Eric placed the small lens of his camera near the knot-hole and recorded the moment for his future enjoyment! 

Then his hand went into hyper-drive working up and down his shaft, and just as she had bent down on her hands and knees to straighten up the towel -- and with her pretty arse pointing directly at him, so that even from that distance, he could quite clearly see her small gash -- Eric shot his load in a big streaming arc for over a metre to land squarely on one of his mum's favourite rose bushes!

*

The sunbaking was nice, Natasha thought, a bit cooler than she would have liked, but still quite nice -- only problem was her disappointment at not being able to show-off her new peek-a-boo to anyone!

She actually quite liked the strange garment now -- it made her feel even sexier than had she been completely naked -- the funny little thing. And she really liked how her pussy looked in it too, now it was completely waxed again -- the night of the party it wasn't -- but it had been trimmed up nicely, and she always kept her lips smooth and free of pubic hair. She certainly didn't recall any complaints from the night... apart from Charles and his silly jealous behaviour! 

Christ, she did not understand him at times! He had always wanted her to dress provocatively -- and he knew she was a flirt around handsome men sometimes. So why did he have to crack the shits when she had taken it to the next level? And... at the time, if she recalled correctly, he had actually been rather encouraging of her naughty behaviour too!

Yes, Charles could be a fucking pain at times, but she did love him of course. Although, Natasha wasn't too sure he loved her at the moment. She sniffed pompously at the thought, too bad Charles, first time in fifteen years! Build a bridge and get over it, hubby!

Natasha lay on her back and smiled again to herself at the recent memory of the party night -- and of course -- she kept thinking about her young pervert next door -- Eric -- she should stop thinking of him as her young pervert she thought, yes, Eric. Poor kid, well not really such a kid anymore was he, she mused, as her fingers played gently with her nipples? 

Closing her eyes -- she thought about Eric leaning over his car and working on it, his shirt off and grease on his hands, like she had seen during her walks a few times. Yes, he had grown into a nice-looking young man in a year, she thought, as her hand wandered down her belly, toward her bikini-bottoms...

She didn't often play with herself, much preferring to wait until her husband got home if she had found herself aroused over something or somebody through the day -- but since that damn party, Charles had gone all weird, and he had barely touched her -- and even when he did, it was far less than satisfactory! So, Natasha had rediscovered self-stimulation, as she liked to think of it, a far nicer term than that horrible verb 'masturbation' -- well, that was what she believed, anyway. 

She prised her lips apart between the very convenient straps of her peek-a-boo, and homed in on her little man-in-the-boat -- well, it wasn't really all that little, she now knew, rather large in fact, quite dark pink, and very shiny, and very, very sensitive too!

Natasha knew her husband would not be home for a few hours yet; the fence was fixed; and no houses overlooked her yard -- so she felt secure in the knowledge that out there in her own backyard, even though it was broad daylight, she could bring herself off privately... 

And that's exactly what she began to do -- while opening her legs wide at the knees, she formed the most recent image she could remember of Eric wearing nothing but his board-shorts, as he worked on his car -- only now, she imagined him as he stood over her as she lay helpless, spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles tied to wooden stakes that were hammered firmly into the ground! She rubbed quite furiously at her hard nub of flesh, feeling it flex from side to side, while her fingers on her other hand held her hood apart... and she continued to fantasise in vivid detail...

Eric looked down upon her -- he told her how he knew that she had been purposely tormenting him by sunbaking topless near where he had been watching her... he told her how it had made him hard, and the image of her body had made it difficult for him to think straight at university... and she was now going to pay up!

Natasha continued to rub hard, and in her imagination, she could now see Eric unfastening his shorts, and letting them drop to the ground! His cock was nice and long -- and very, very hard-looking... and as she lay there in nothing more than her little pink bikini, he didn't bother removing them from her; after all, her pussy was more-or-less on full display in the tiny garment!

Natasha opened her legs wider, as she imagined Eric kneeling down between her thighs... and from her bonds, she let out a soft cry, as his handsome face dropped between her legs... she could feel his long tongue working her into a frenzy, and she thrashed around in mock-denial... and then, he raised himself, his face glistening with her juices, and he moved himself up her body till his pelvis was between her soft inner thighs...

Now, she slipped a finger into her wet slit, as she imagined him entering her for the first time... and she groaned in ecstasy as he drove his young cock inside of her, further than her husband had ever done before...

And then Natasha bit her lip, and arched her back up off the towel, as her orgasm washed over her -- and she groaned and sighed a little too loudly, as she finished pleasuring herself with her rapidly-moving fingers for several more moments...

And when she finished -- she smiled with post-orgasm euphoria -- and she continued to diddle herself softly as she drifted off to sleep... 

*

Eric's mouth was agape! He had never, ever imagined something so fucking amazing as watching a pretty woman frig herself till she came! And not any ol' pretty woman either -- his Natasha, to his wonderment, had just performed the amazing show he could have ever hoped for in his wildest dreams! Well -- short of fucking him, that is!

He had watched her play with her tits -- he'd watched her finger herself with her legs spread open wide -- and he had heard her when she had come -- quite clearly too! Fuck, she was a fuckin' horn-bag! Eric then sighed deeply with complete incredulity at what he had just witnessed!

Of course, his cock was hard again, and he jacked off rapidly -- a little anxious he would not fire off another load before his parents were due home! But looking back through the hole in the fence at Natasha, Eric thought she appeared to be sleeping, but her hand was still on her cunt -- and her legs were still wide as if waiting for someone to fuck her...

And struth, he wished it was going to be him!

* * *

"Well you're a bit silly, aren't you?" Charles stated unsympathetically, "You want to be careful you don't get skin cancer, you know!" he said, with a noticeable lack of real concern in his tone. 

Natasha was in the bathroom applying cold tea to her sunburnt skin -- her boobs were the worst affected -- but she knew it could have been worse if it was not for the doorbell ringing and waking her. 

"So who saved your bacon?" her husband asked smugly.

"Umm... the neighbour's kid, you know, Eric, the blonde kid," she said softly, shaking her head at the irony of how she had gotten burnt in the first place.

"You're bloody lucky then. What in the hell were you thinking, falling asleep out there with ya tits hangin' out?"

"Don't be so prissy, Charles, you know I like to sunbake topless when at home. I've been doing it for years... haven't I?" she said, her tone warning him she was in no mood for his crap.

"So what did he want?" Charles asked, as he poured himself a Scotch on the rocks.

"Who?"

"The dumb kid from next door!" Charles snapped, "What did he want? I've never seen him over here before!"

"Oh... Eric... nothing much, just wanted to know if we had any work around the yard he could do." 

"So what did ya tell the young prick?" Charles said nastily.

"Bad day at golf, hey?" Natasha asked sarcastically, but not waiting for an answer, she went on, "I... I said he could possibly paint the shed or something for a few dollars -- he's going to uni you know? Doing Civil Engineering or something... so I don't really think he's all that dumb, you know!" she quantified, her tone still having a ring of annoyance about it. 

Charles took a long drink of his Scotch, and looked at his wife as she stood unselfconsciously in the nude and gently rubbing damp tea-bags over her more reddened parts -- and in particular -- her breasts. He had to admit to himself, she still had a nice body, better than most women ten years her junior! He could see the tan lines of her bikini bottom, and noticed something odd; her bald pussy had a noticeable patch of reddened skin too. How odd, he thought? Then he remembered the gift he had given her some months ago -- of course -- that was it!

"Paint the shed, hey? Yep, not a bad idea," he said, his tone softening a bit as he watched his wife put on a colourful sarong they had bought in Bali a year earlier. 

"Hope you weren't wearing that stupid bikini when you answered the door?" Charles asked, almost suspiciously.

Natasha looked at him and blushed, so he had figured out she'd been sunbaking with the pink peek-a-boo on? Oh, so what, she shrugged, he'd bought the thing!

"Well?"

"Well what?" she retorted, picking up her hair brush and commencing to run it through her long dark hair.

"Did you go out and answer the door in your bikini?"

Natasha sensed his jealousy resurfacing again, like it now did with monotonous regularity since the party last month, "You would have wanted me too once, Charles, wouldn't you?"

Charles gulped the last of his Scotch down and looked back at her, his face almost as red as her sunburnt breasts, "Maybe! Before I realised I'd married a whore!" 

Charles quickly looked down and filled his glass from the opened bottle of Chivas Regal, and instantly regretted what he'd just said, "I'm... I'm sorry, Tash, that wasn't fair of me... You and I know what I said is not true... it was just a one-off... sorry..."

Natasha looked at her husband and thought him pathetic, what on earth was he apologising for? True, it had only happened once -- but she had behaved like a whore -- and she had hidden from any responsibility since by blaming anyone but herself! 

She wanted her old husband back -- the fun-loving, caring guy that enjoyed her flirtatious behaviour -- the one that would often handsomely reward her for it, when they had returned home after a night on the town...

She didn't like this man in front of her -- the bitter, twisted man who had lost not only his sense of humour, but his libido too!

"I was... you know!"

"What?" Charles asked, confused.

"I was wearing my new bikini when I answered the door..." she said flatly, waiting to see his response.

Charles shifted his stance slightly and took another mouthful of Scotch, "Right..."

"You should have seen the kid's eyes nearly pop out of his head, Charles..." she went on, smiling at her husband's obvious discomfort at her candid confession.

"Oh yeah? It looks like you only had the bottoms on, Tash. You're not going to tell me you answered the door fucking topless, are you?" Charles asked, not knowing whether to believe his wife or not.

Natasha smiled again, "Well, if you must know, I just covered my boobs up with my arms... but I was certainly only wearing the bottoms you know..." she hesitated, looking directly into her husband's eyes, "He's a nice boy, that Eric, his eyes never left mine as we talked through the wire door... I don't even think he noticed my naughty pink bikini that you had bought for me... Are you disappointed?" she asked, pouting seductively with her head inclined to one side. 

Charles took another gulp of his Scotch, his face almost beetroot in colour, and he stormed out of the door, mumbling incoherently. 

And Natasha stood shaking her head -- not all that long ago -- whether her story had been true or not -- her husband would have bent her over the dressing table she was now standing close to, and given her a good hard fuck...

* * * * *



Natasha Ch. 02



Natasha's Neighbourhood Watch Program continues...

"So, where are you off too young man?" Debby asked her son, as she chopped up the steak for the slow-cooker.

"Um... that job I was telling you about. You know... next door. I'm painting their shed for a couple of hundred to put towards rego on the Hilux," Eric said to his mum, as he pinched a few bits of raw carrot from the pot.

"You doing it on your own?" his mum asked, dropping the diced steak into the pot.

"Pretty much... Don't think the husband's home... but Natasha will be, and I think she wants to help a bit."

"Alright then, but you be nice and polite won't you? She seems a nice lady, that Natasha, and I like her, you know," Debby said, all motherly-like, "I've seen the two of you talking by your car a few times... and I hope you don't ogle her like I've caught your father doing!"

Eric blushed at his mother's frankness -- shit, if she only knew what a fucking pervert her son was too, he thought, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling as he walked out the sliding door to the veranda.

"No worries, Mum, I'll be right..." he said, headed down the steps to the driveway.

Debby stopped cutting up the vegies for a moment, and flicking a lock of her auburn hair out of her eyes, she watched her only son walking up the driveway. He was a good-looking boy, she thought, with a mother's pride, tall and fair-headed -- but she was a little worried about him, as he still didn't seem to have a girlfriend. She sighed, as he rounded the path, and hoped that he was not gay or something -- not that she had anything against gays -- she just didn't want her son to be one, that's all... 

Looking down at her chopping block again, Debby thought she would rather her son went out to see a band or something -- and maybe find a nice girl -- than work the weekend painting someone's shed. He was far too money-conscience these days, she mused, and not getting out and enjoying life while he was young! 

*

As Eric walked past his mother's favourite rose bush -- he thought he could see where he had shot his load over it a week ago -- he reckoned a couple of the leaves looked shinier than the rest. He sniggered to himself at the fond memory of watching Natasha bring her self off; totally unaware she was being spied on...

Then with some warped sense of justification, he mused to himself how lucky she was that he had been perving on her too, because from his vantage point peeking at her from behind the paling fence that separated their houses, he had noticed that she had fallen sleep not long after she'd brought her self off. Then twenty minutes or so later, just before his parents had pulled up in the driveway, Eric had noticed how sunburnt she was becoming...

And that was why, feeling as nervous as all hell, he'd went over and had rung her doorbell. He had merely wanted to wake her before she became toast!

Did that make him a chivalrous pervert, he wondered?

Funny really, he thought to himself, as he rounded the footpath toward Natasha's front gate, here he was going over to do a job for the woman of his dreams (and sometimes wet dreams, too), more or less because he had been perving on her!

Ringing her front doorbell, Eric was again taken back to the previous weekend when he had first stood there waiting for her to answer the door -- it had taken a lot of nerve for him not to run back home as soon as he'd rung the bell -- and with his heart pounding in his chest, he had been just about to leave, when the front door had opened and Natasha stood on the other side of the flyscreened door, with a completely surprised look on her pretty face!

She had wrapped her beach towel around herself, but that hadn't mattered to Eric, he knew exactly what she was wearing underneath -- or more to the point -- what she wasn't wearing!

Asking her if she had any jobs for him was a stroke of genius, he recalled, as he hadn't really thought of what he was going to say before he'd rung her bell! Then after she suggested he could paint their shed out in the backyard, they'd talked animatedly for several minutes about this and that, and his uni work and stuff, which certainly helped him to relax in her company...

Then Natasha had eventually thanked him for coming over. 

Of course, Eric had acted dumb; so she volunteered to him how she had fallen asleep in the backyard sunbaking, and if he had not come over to ask for a job, she may have slept all afternoon with really painful results! 

And when he had asked her if she had gotten a little burnt, she had nodded her head, and told him quite candidly that her boobs were a bit red...

Well, Eric had nearly got another fat instantly at her open response -- but when she lowered her towel down a few centimetres to show him her reddened flesh, his jaw nearly dropped to the ground!

'Just as well I didn't fall asleep on my stomach, Eric, or I wouldn't be able to sit for a week!' she had told him, as she'd stood there casually inspecting the top of her sunburnt tits, as if he couldn't see her through the wire door! 

Eric could see quite clearly the dark flesh of her areola just peeking out from beneath the towel -- and he had stood there willing the towel to fall even lower...

Then she'd pulled her towel back up and looked at him, smiling serenely, and Eric had gulped with embarrassment at what she had just shown him like it was nothing, all while he stood no more than a metre from her. And then the vision of her beautiful bum all sunburned, had filled his thoughts, as they bid each other goodbye, and he'd turned to walk down her steps... and he'd rushed home and jumped in the shower and jacked-off again! 

Now, here he was a week later, ready to do her bidding, so to speak!

He was about to ring the doorbell again when it suddenly opened -- and there was Natasha looking out at him warmly, her hazel eyes sparkling and a lovely smile on her unblemished face. Two small dimples, one on each of her rosy cheeks only added to her friendly demeanour.

"Hi Eric!" she said, greeting him as she opened the door for him to enter.

She was wearing a small white-cotton singlet that was cut off quite short and hung loosely just below her firm, smallish-breasts, exposing her midriff clearly. She also had on a pair of faded black-denim cut-off shorts that were quite low-waisted and terribly frayed at the legs. Eric's inquisitive eyes lingered at her tight shorts for a fraction longer -- noticing that they were unbuttoned fashionably at the fly more than halfway down, and he could just make out the band of her bikini peeking out. Stepping inside, he could see she had a halter-neck bikini on beneath the singlet, and that it was quite noticeable beneath the thin cotton top. She smelt fresh too, he noticed, with just a hint of some floral fragrance apparent.

"Nice day for it," she said, turning to lead him through the house. "I've got everything you need, I think, out in the shed."

Once inside, Eric gave a cursory glance around the neat entrance, noticing a set of beautifully polished stairs leading up from the small foyer, and although only sparsely furnished, everything looked to be of fine quality and neat as a pin. She was obviously very house-proud, he thought.

"Come on, Eric," she said over her shoulder, when realising he was not behind her.

"Um... is Mister Green home today?" he asked.

"You mean Charles... No, he's at golf today. Saturday is his golf day," Natasha said, assuredly. "Come on... I won't bite."

Eric took a deep breath and followed her down the wide hall that was really more of an atrium; with its numerous glass panels for a ceiling that let in heaps of natural light. He could see she had pulled her long dark hair back in a simple ponytail that came to the middle of her back, and the mid-morning sunlight brought out flashes of copper-highlights that actually appeared to glow luxuriantly as she walked gracefully in front of him, not more than two metres away. He like the way her ponytail swished from side to side as she moved, and it was obvious to him she had groomed herself with care that morning.

As they walked through the kitchen to the backdoor, Eric couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to her bottom as her hips swayed from side to side evocatively. The frayed legs of her cut-offs were angled upward sharply to her hips, and Eric knew that if she were to slightly bend for anything in front of him, he would see a fair chunk of her full buttocks without a doubt, and his balls tingled with anticipation!

"Hey, you don't look too sunburnt anymore," Eric said, as they walked over the manicured lawns to her shed he was to paint.

"Nup! Not a bit of red anywhere," she said, as she opened the side door. "I'm one of those lucky ones... with my complexion I just go brown... I never seem to peel," she added, as she looked over her arms casually -- then looking up at him, she pulled her singlet out partway to show him her tanned flesh, "See." 

Eric's eyes lit up as he looked down her top. She was certainly right, he thought, as he looked at her tits bulging from her tiny bikini top, her flesh was now certainly a nice healthy shade of olive/brown compared to the reddened state it was in last weekend!

Natasha gave him a crooked smile, and watched his eyes linger just little longer on her exposed cleavage -- then releasing the top of her singlet, she turned around and gestured gracefully with an open hand toward a bench near the door.

"The man at the hardware said this should be enough to get started," Natasha said, looking at him and raising her eyebrows enquiringly, as if asking for re-assurance. "You're the budding Engineer -- what do you reckon?"

Eric looked from Natasha to see an array of scrapers, a large wire brush, packets of sandpaper and sanding blocks and a couple of four litre tins of paint -- all sitting very neatly laid out on a bench.

Eric hadn't really done too much painting before -- a couple of little jobs at his uncle's recently -- but that was it. Of course he wanted to look like he knew a bit, so he asked her something that was quite obvious. 

"Um... looks good. But where are the paint brushes and rollers?" 

Natasha looked up at him, putting her hand to her mouth, "Oops... I think they're still in my boot!"

Eric smiled to himself, as he watched her hurry off across the yard to the side-entrance to her garage -- her hair whipping to-and-fro like a filly's mane, and her pretty bum jutting out as it rose and fell provocatively with her every step. Fuck she looked gorgeous, he mused to himself appreciatively, before turning to pick up one of the scrapers.

Just as he started scraping down the flaking paint of the shed's doorjamb, Eric saw Natasha re-appear with a triumphant look on her face as she held up a plastic shopping bag that no doubt contained the missing brushes and rollers. This time, as she jaunted back casually, he could just make out her tits wobbling beneath her singlet -- he didn't think they were overly large -- but they were really nice just the same!

"I'll leave you to it then, Eric, okay?" she said, putting the bag on the bench. "Sing out if you need anything, won't you. I won't be far away... I'm just going to do some reading over there under the umbrella," she added, pointing to a banana-lounge setup under a small beach umbrella. 

Eric watched her walk off -- and felt the tingle in his balls again. 

How lucky could he be, he thought to himself, over here working on his attractive neighbour's shed as she got around in a skimpy pair of shorts and little top? And what about the way she showed me her tits? She was a fucking cock-teasing horn-bag for sure, he gulped!

*

The afternoon warmed up nicely, and as Natasha studied her work notes on a draft report she was to have in the following week, she couldn't help but occasionally look over at Eric as he prepared the shed for painting. He had taken his tee-shirt off and was working in just an old pair of Quicksilver boardies and a cap and sunglasses; his young body looked lean and muscular, without a hair on his chest -- it was now her turn to perv, and she did so with growing interest behind the lenses of her own dark glasses.

A couple of hours later, with Natasha still laying on her lounge beneath the umbrella dozing, the sun went past its zenith and the warmth had crept up Natasha's long legs toward her body as the shade slowly disappeared. At first, she considered moving her lounge back in the shade -- but quickly decided she would take advantage of it -- she liked the sun. 

She looked over to see Eric was about halfway around the shed and quite fixated with his mundane work at the present and barely giving her a second glance. Smiling to herself, she decided to remove her singlet and get some sun on her stomach -- and possibly generate some interest in the boy. 

Sitting up, she casually removed her top -- she was wearing her Wicked Weasel bikini from the last summer -- the spider-web one -- and from beneath her sunglasses, she looked over at Eric and noticed him pause for a moment to wipe his brow as he looked back at her. 

"Are you thirsty, Eric?" Natasha called, as she lay back against the lounge. "Would you like a sandwich?"

"Aw yeah, sounds great Tash, what ever you've got!" he answered promptly, still looking her way.

Looking back at the youth, Natasha hesitated for a moment before she got up -- she was thinking about removing her shorts too. Then smirking to herself, partly ashamed at the thought, she decided it probably was inappropriate while she was wearing the see-thru bikini. It was one thing to be an exhibitionist when your admirer was hiding on the other side of a fence -- and another entirely when they were in plain sight of you, she concluded wisely. 

Less than fifteen minutes later, as Eric continued scraping around the back of the shed, he heard her call him. He stepped around the corner to see she had pulled up a garden chair beneath the umbrella, and that there was a tray sitting on a low table between the chair and her banana lounge. 

Quickly downing his tools, Eric waltzed over and sat down. Looking down at the tray, he could see she had knocked up some pretty fancy looking Club-sandwiches, and had brought out a stubby of light beer for him, and a chilled glass of white wine for herself. 

"I hope you don't mind the sandwiches... I'm not all that keen on crust... Don't want my hair to go all curly you know," she smiled, offering him the plate.

"Aw nah, they look fine, Tash, pretty fancy I reckon," he said honestly, taking one.

As he ate his sandwich, he stole a glance over at Natasha's bikini top through his dark Oakley sunglasses, and he recognised it immediately as one he had seen her wearing last summer. Smiling inwardly, he was surprised by her boldness in wearing it now in front of him. He was not more than an arms-length from where she sat, and he could quite clearly see her recently-tanned skin beneath the intricate webbing of the material -- and he could also quite clearly see her small, dark areola too...

Partly embarrassed at his discovery, Eric looked away again in case she noticed him perving at her tits. But as he reached for another sandwich, he could not help himself -- and he looked again, only this time, he could see one of her beautiful nipples partly jutting from the top's webbing in what appeared to be a semi-hard state!

And Eric's balls tingled with excitement again at his discovery. 

"Hope you're allowed to have a light beer with me, Eric?" Natasha asked, "Not driving anywhere are you? You'd be on double zero, I guess?"

"Yeah, thanks Tash," Eric said, picking up the stubby and twisting off the top before taking a big guzzle. "I'll be right... Not going anywhere tonight... I reckon I'll be a bit buggered from all the scraping-down of ya shed."

"How's it going?" she asked, sipping her wine and looking over at him. 

"Aw... pretty good, Tash, should be ready for paintin' tomorrow for sure," he answered before taking another gulp from his stubby.

"Great!" she said, leaning back in the lounge and lifting her arms to stretch. It was a calculated move which she knew would make her boobs swell and poke out -- and it made her feel just a little bit naughty...

Still stretched out, she looked down at her boobs and could now see for herself how her nipples had hardened -- she could even see one of them protruding through her top -- and she knew from the angle of Eric's head, that he just had to be looking at them too! But she pretended not too notice of course, as of course, she was actually enjoying the boy's flattering glances. 

"Eat up, Eric..." she said, laying back and sipping on her wine, "Before they go stale..."

Eric slowly finished off the sandwiches, all-the-while sneaking numerous peeks of Natasha's wonderful body through his sunglasses, as she lay back in apparent slumber. He now felt quite certain she must have known he was looking at her too -- but she didn't seem to mind, as she made little or no attempt in covering herself from his inquisitive glances.

Soon, Eric was back over at the shed -- scraping, sanding and filling holes -- and Natasha unbuttoned her shorts even further, then opened them up to get a bit more sun on her stomach -- and again she was tempted to remove them, but a small, niggling modesty refrained her from doing so.

Maybe tomorrow, she thought to herself, as she watched Eric working, yes maybe tomorrow she would wear her new Wicked Weasel bikini...

* * *

The next morning was another one out of the box -- warm sunshine, but not too hot, and a light sea-breeze -- just perfect for sunbaking, Natasha thought smugly. 

She had finished her report about the same time Eric had finished preparing her shed for painting the evening before -- and they had both sat down, satisfied with the day's progress, and had shared another drink together -- him a light beer, and another wine for her. They had chatted amiably for about half an hour too, before he had been called over for tea by his mother -- no doubt to eat the scrumptious casserole she had in the slow-cooker all afternoon -- the mouth-watering aroma of which had been wafting over the fence every now-and-then for most of the day.

Moments after the doorbell had rung, Natasha greeted Eric at the door. Today she was wearing a small sarong that was tied low around her waist, and nothing else but her new white bikini top that was made of a wet-look material. Although only quite small, the top was not at all transparent in any way, and Natasha felt she was a little more respectable than the day before.

Even so, she did notice Eric looking down at her new top with some sort of bold familiarity, and raising his eyebrows, he nodded appreciatively...

"Hey, that looks nice, Tash, white really sets your tan off, I reckon," he commented like an old acquaintance.

"Well... thanks Eric. I like it... although the bottoms may be a little cheeky for the beach," she said, shrugging her shoulders as if it didn't really matter. "I'm going to sunbake properly today... I hope you don't mind?"

"Um... why would I mind, Tash?" Eric asked, as they went out to the backyard.

"Well... the bottoms are not much more than a g-string, Eric," she said, blushing slightly as she looked him in the eye.

She thought he actually looked embarrassed too at her description, "I... I can wait until you are painting around the other side of the shed if you like?"

Eric was a little dumbfounded by her frankness and he gulped, "Nah... it's alright... really... I've seen me mum and aunty in 'em heaps of times... it's not a problem!"

"Well... that's good, Eric, I'm glad you've been brought up so liberal..." she said tilting her head to one side, "But there is one more thing..."

"What?" he asked frowning, as if there was going to be some sort of catch.




Natasha Ch. 02-03



Part two: "Robert is the Slave" 

Robert rolled over in bed wanting to cuddle up close to Natasha and put his arms around her, and found that side of the bed empty. He rubbed his eye, then noticed how bright the day was and quickly glanced at the alarm clock. He then jumped out of bed yelling, "Oh fuck, I'm going to be late for work." Then paused for a second wondering why Natasha had not awaken him when she got up. 

He put on his robe and hurried downstairs toward the kitchen in hopes to find her and ask her why he overslept, but found no one there. He was where he thought she would be when he saw a note lying on the kitchen table was a note, which read, "Good morning darling. I went to the gym with Judy early avoid the holiday rush of people. I brewed you some fresh coffee and there is Danish in the refrigerator. Oh, I almost forgot, the kids left early this morning to spend the weekend with Uncle Thomas. I will be home around 10 am. Kisses-n-hugs Natasha." 

He then remembered he had a three-day weekend off and said, "You must be getting old and forgetful ole man, or you stayed up all night fucking again!" Robert smiled and said, "Oh my, what are we going to do all alone in this big house all weekend." 

Robert recalled the last weekend Natasha and he were alone. They enlisted the help of Robert's friend Barry, to act out one of their fantasies for real. Robert was the master, Natasha his slave, and Barry was there neighbor. The Cheating homemaker, caught fucking the neighbor was punished for her transgression by Robert.

Robert wondered if Natasha would be willing to do another scenario, where this time, he was the slave. He decided to ask her when she got home. He loved to submit and feel the sting of a whip across his ass. Just thinking about it gave his goosebumps and made his cock swell. 

Robert got a cup out of the cupboard and pours himself a cup he preferred it black. He sat it on the table and went to retrieve his morning paper and notice it on the table near the front door. He went back into the kitchen sat down to read the newspaper, but could not focus, and laid it down. Then with coffee in hand, he headed for the den, to check for messages and email on his computer. 

"Hello Bitch!

These are your next orders! Make sure you follow them explicitly, or you shall never see me again! Now, Saturday, July 12 meet me at the Radisson, room 322, promptly at 3 p.m. 

There are the things you must do bitch, before I meet you; shave your whole body, including that pathetic cock! I have purchased the following items and the will be delivered today. 

In the box, you will find; a black lace bra, bikini panties, pantyhose, black leather mini, a white sheer blouse, and black heels. Bring the panties with you. It is very important that everyone can see you naked under your skirt! 

The day we are to meet, make sure your skin is clean and smooth. Then apply your make up as I taught you to along with red lipstick this time. Then put on the clothing, and make sure all looks superb before you leave to visit me. 

It will take you exactly 30 minutes to get to the motel. Part you car in the available parking lot, and go directly to my room. Bitch, do not be one minute late, or no one will answering the door! 

When you come to my hotel room, you must look like a woman. I will have people watching you, jackass! Since I am on the third floor, you will need to take the elevator up to my floor. When you step on the elevator if someone is in there, pretend you do not see him or her. Raise you mini and straighten you hose, and make sure you flash your cock. If they say something, tell them you were adjusting your skirt. 

Continue stroking your cock, and make sure it stays hard! When you walk off the elevator, do not attempt to talk to anyone. If someone passes you, make certain you flash him or her.

When you get to my room, knock on the door and wait. If I look through the peek-hole and see a woman standing there, I will open the door and ask you inside. Once inside the room you will see me wearing black leather lingerie, three-inch heels, and I am caring a small whip. 

I will ask you "Are you ready for your Mistress bitch?" In addition, you can answer me. 

Good-bye,

Mistress Natasha!"

Robert did as commanded and arrived at the hotel five minutes early. Damn, he was so excited! There were two people in the elevator when he got on. He ignored them, raised his skirt and ran his hand across his swelling cock. The people just watched him without saying a word. 

When he stepped off the elevator and walked toward her room. His cock was so hard it strained the hose and stuck out straight in front of him, with the mini lying on top of it. He did not bother to hide it and happily flashed everyone he passed. He knocked on the door and waited a moment. 

Mistress Natasha opened the door did not let him into the room. She looked at Robert and said, "Are you ready for your Mistress bitch? " 

Robert answered, "Yes Mistress!" 

Mistress Natasha allowed him to enter the room and he notices the room had a balcony. Like every rendezvous before that he followed and explicit routine. He took her arm and escorted her out onto the terrace. He paused then looked at her for direction. She points to the chair where she wants to sit and he seats her, then bows and kissed her hand. Then walks over to the table and pours her a glass of French wine. Offers her the glass and then stand patiently awaiting his next orders. 

Mistress takes a sip of wine and said, "Bitch, remember, you will only be permitted to answer the question I ask right now! Did you follow my instructions to the letter before coming here? 

Roberts replied, "Yes Mistress!"

"Good, now turn around, I want to examine you closely," she said. 

Robert turned to his right and saw an older couple in the balcony next to them on the right. As he moves and his mistress raised his mini and ran her hand across his ass and slapped it. She told him to keep moving. When he turned left, he looked into the other balcony. He saw a young woman around twenty years of age, full dressed watching him seductively. What he was not aware of is that his mistress had arranged for all the people to be there.

Mistress Natasha slapped his thigh with the whip and yelled, "God damn it, what in the hell are you gawking at? Pay attention bitch! "

He stopped, and then felt the warm welt appear on his thigh. His balls tingled as if they were just touched by and electric wand. He watched her intently, and all she did was sip slowly at her wine.

She sat the wine glass down and looked at him and commanded, "Take off everything, but you bra and pantyhose! You better pray to God your fucking cock is hard, or you will feel my whip!" 

She watched him closely and then shouted, "You fucking son of a bitch, why can't you do what you're told! I told you that damn cock of yours was to be hard! All I see nothing, but a pathetic small cock! 

Now put you hands at your sides and take your punishment, fucker!" 

Robert, did as she asked, and then braced himself for her whip. He winced when she brought the whip down hard against each ass cheek. He knew that everyone would soon see red welts covering both cheeks.

Mistress then went around to his front and slapped his cock hard with her right hand. Then she spit in his face and shrieked, "Your cock had better be hard soon, or I will continue slapping it, till it is!"

She slapped him twice and his cock was again rock hard straining against his hose. Fuck, he wished she would continue until he came, but she did not. She took both hands, pinched each nipple hard, and said, "Good boy, now listen to me carefully. 

These are your next orders, "Walk, just like you are to the room next door. Then bring me back the young woman, you see sitting on the terrace next to ours. After you both enter my room, bring her here to meet me without talking. Do you understand me, cunt! You are permitted to answer me now." 

Robert replied, "Yes mistress." He then turned around and walked off to get the woman. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. 

The woman spoke from behind the door, "Hello, who is it. 

He replied, "This is Robert, my mistress sent me. "

The woman opened the door, her eyes wild with excitement. She then said, "My name is Sherry, come in. Now, tell me asshole, why are you here? " 

Robert said, "I was ordered to come to your room and take you back to Mistress Natasha's room with me. Will you accompany me to her room please?"

The mistress had instructed her to give Robert a hard time. She frowned and said, "Hell no! You have to be kidding! Go somewhere with your dressed like that. How do I know you're not some fucking pervert off the street?" 

Robert swallowed hard and nervously said, "My Mistress told me to come here, I swear!" 

She looked at him and thought to herself, "I bet I can make this fucker do anything I want." She raked her long nails hard across his chest and said, 

"Oh really, that means you have to do anything I ask too! Take my panties off and eat my cunt bitch and your not permitted to touch yourself or cum!"

Robert went to his knees, and raised her dress and helper her out of her panties. He then spread her legs and almost came himself right then. Hot-damn, her pussy was bare! He ran his tongue all over her pussy and felt her quiver. Then spread her labia and let his magic tongue work on her clit. 

Sherry squealed, "Oh God, Yessssssss! Just like that, now, bite it bitch, make me cum!"

He sucked her clit into his mouth and teased it with his hot tongue, feeling it swell and pulsate. Then he slid two fingers hard into her vagina, finger fucking her repeatedly. He could feel her climax building. He grabbed her hips to keep her pussy against him mouth, took her clit between his teeth, and bit it gently.

Sherry arched her back and screamed, "Oooooh my God, bitch that's it keeps it up! Oh fuck, I am cumming! " 

Robert drank eagerly until he drank every drop from her. Damn,his cock ached to fuck her! He stood and said, "Shall we go to Mistress's room now?"

Sherry replied, "Sure, let me put this sundress on and I will go with you."

Robert knocked on the door of Mistress Natasha's room. Mistress hurried to the door to make sure it was they and then ran back and sat down. She yelled, "Come in, the door is unlocked!"

They enter the room and Sherry slaps Robert on his ass hard, then said, "Now fucker lets go see your Mistress!" 

Robert escorted her outside and sat her in the seat next to his mistress. Then kneeled and kissed her feet. Then Robert stood up and awaited her instructions. 

Mistress looked up and saw the woman standing there. She licked her lips reached out her hand and said, "Welcome, my name is Mistress Natasha, did the asshole give you any trouble?" 

The woman looked at him and sneered, then looked at her and said, "Hi, my name is Sherry. Yes, he was not very cooperative!" Of course, the two of them knew she lied. 

Mistress handed Sherry the whip and said, "Well love, you'll just have to whip his ass!" 

Sherry took the whip and brought it down hard across his ass a few times. Then smiled each time he winced, she knew the pantyhose made it sting like hell. She then handed the whip back to the Mistress. "He's all yours now," she said. Then she kissed Mistress hard on the lips. 

As Mistress kissed her back, she slid her hand under Sherry's dress. When she touched her pussy, she looked surprise. She stopped kissing, raised the dress, and uttered, "Oh, fuck!" The young woman was completely naked under the dress.

Mistress looked up at him and yelled, "Hey bitch, watch us and don't move! You must keep that pathetic cock of yours hard, but you will not be permitted to cum!"

"Damn, this is so fucking hot," he thought. He could not keep his eyes off them. He felt his cock throbbing and wanted to jack off watching them, but knew he could not.

Mistress helped Sherry remove the dress and said, "Turn around honey, bend down and grab you ankles. I am going to slide my tongue into you hot pussy and circle your throbbing clit with it. Then I am going to spread pussy wide so everyone can watch me get you off as I tongue fuck you."

The couples in the next balcony were now completely naked now. He was fingering her pussy as she stroked his long hard cock. They watched and yelled, "Oh fuck, Mistress, eat her pussy, make her cum!" 

Then the looked at Robert and said, "Watch then you pathetic piece of shit, you might learn something!" They went on caressing each other as the watched the scenario unfolded.

Mistress Natasha openly tongues her cunt and ass hole making Sherry squeal with delight. Sherry looked up at Robert and eyed him up and down then said, "Do you wish it was your tongue and cock entering my hot pussy! Oh look, at him, he is oozing precum! Better not cum, bitch!"

Mistress continued sucking Sherry's clit as she rammed two fingers repeatedly in and of her vagina. She knew Sherry was about to come 

The people watching Sherry made her hotter them hell and she knew she was about to climax hard too. She reached up and pinched her nipple hard, and at the same time felt, the woman biting her clit. She screamed, "Oooooooooh fuck, I am cumming!" 

Mistress eagerly ate every sweet drop, and then patted her on the bottom. Then she pointed at Robert and said, "Kiss my slaves cock dear and lick it, make him squirm for us!" Robert tried not to cum as she ran her tongue along his cock.

Mistress got up, walked over to him, then told Sherry she could sit down. She then looked Robert in the eye and said," Are you being a good bitch? Should I let you cum, hum? Oh no, not yet, you must watch her eat my pussy first. 

She could see the agonizing pain on his face. She reached down, grabbed his hard cock, and yelled, "Awww, the poor baby wants to cum, don't you?" 

She then she slapped his cock hard. He starts shaking badly and she know he was about to blow his load. She turns and looks at everyone and said, "Oh look, my male cunt is shaky and wants to cum! What shall I do?"

The couple on the balcony said, "Let the bastard shake more! We want to fuck and watch the cunt eat you!" 

Mistress nodded in agreement. She told Sherry to help her out of her clothing. The laid back in the chair and spread her legs. Sherry walked toward the woman, got between her legs, and hungrily lapped at her pussy. Mistress purred in delight as she felt Sherry's hot tongue licking every part of her wanting pussy. 

Sherry sucked the woman's clit in mouth and flicked it with her tongue. Mistress began to shake vigorously. 

Mistress, felt as if she was about to explode, damn it felt so good! She threw back her head and screamed, "OOOOOOH yessssssss, ahhhhhhhh, bite it! Ooooh fuck, I am cumming!" 

Sherry sat down and licked her lips the told him how good the woman's cum tasted. She saw he was really shaking and the front of his pantyhose was completely wet with precum. She said to him, "Oh fuck look how hard you are! Mistress, shall I make him take everything off now!" 

Mistress then spoke, "Yes its time he was fucked!" Then handed Sherry an unusual looking strap on cock and told her to put it on. It had a vibrator that fits snug against her clit and a toy that went inside her vagina. She was going to get fucked the same time she was fucking his ass!" 

Sherry laughed wickedly and said, "I'm going to fuck your ass bitch, as you fuck your Mistress, so make it good!" Sherry applied lube to the toy cock and stroked it. 

Mistress Natasha laid down on the small chase lounge and yelled, "Come fuck me Robert! You cannot cum unless I tell you that you can slut! 

Robert spread her legs and guided his cock into her pussy. He starts fucking you in and out with slow, deep thrusts. Sherry gets behind him and smears lube on his asshole, then spread his cheeks and shove the toy hard into his tight asshole. Damn it felt so good, he almost blew his load.

She saw him wince with pain and nodded at the Mistress. Sherry started slapping his ass until each check was glowing bright red. Sherry then grimaced and said, "She told you not to cum yet, you damn fucker! How does it feel to have my big cock in your asshole?" She shoves the cock in an out with no mercy.

Robert fucked his Mistress in unison with the cock in his ass. He fucked her hard and deep, repeatedly feeling her shudder in anticipation with each thrust. He leaned down, took her nipple into his mouth, and bit it gently. Damn, he wanted to shoot his cum in her so bad, he almost passed out.

Mistress screamed and said, "I'm cumming! You can cum Robert, oooh fuck, do it now!" 

Robert started cumming so much it seemed he would never stop. Then Sherry exclaimed she was cumming too. They all jumped when the man next door shouted, "Good show, you made us cum so hard."

Mistress Natasha smiled and said, "I am glad you enjoyed it. " She then turned to Robert and said, "Eat our combined cum from my pussy, then feed it with me with a kiss." 

He knelt, sucked the sweet nectar from her pussy, and held it in his mouth. Then moved and kissed her hard sharing the sweet juices with her.

She then said, "You can sit and relax now, you've done a good job. "

Part three: "Natasha & Emily"  

Natasha yawned and wrinkled her nose as she awoke to the smell of breakfast. She looked over where Robert usually lays and he was not there. She sat up in bed and pondered about the recent adventures. Oh my God, she wondered was it real or just a dream. Was she really the woman playing the mistress with Robert portraying her slave? Then she saw the luggage in the corner and realized everything was true.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Robert's opening the door and bringing her a breakfast tray. She chuckled and said, "Good morning my male bitch! I hope you slept well last night. You are permitted to answer me."

He answered her, "Yes Mistress, I pray you slept well too."

She replied, "Why, yes I did Robert. I even had a dream about you. Now sit down and listen."

"I had set up another adventure for you and me where I portrayed your mistress. I had just arrived at the hotel where you were staying, but this time I was not alone. I brought a friend who is into submissive relationships and agreed to be my slave girl. Her name is Emily and this trip was a rewarded to her for being such an obedient slave."

I rang the bell at the front desk and asked the clerk too look up your room number. He did and told me you were in room 122. As I walk down the hallway to your room, I tell Emily, she can talk during this visit. 

She replied, "Thank-you, mistress. Can I play with him too? 

I look over at her and slap her across the face, and said, "Emily, you are that fucking stupid! Robert is my bitch and I will say what he does and whom he plays with. Get that straight slut, he is mine!" 

Emily bowed her head in submission and whispered, "Yes Mistress. However, I cannot wait to see what you have in store for your bitch. I remember you telling me you want to fuck his male cunt! Mistress, if I may be permitted to be excited, my clit is throbbing!" 

I looked at her, then stopped in the middle of the hall, shoved her up against the wall, kissed her, reached up under her blouse and pinched her nipple hard. I could feel her wince and I knew her pussy was dripping now. 

I then uttered, "Oh you are such a slut my pretty pet!"

She said, "Thank-you, I love you mistress!"

I knocked on the door of the door and Robert opened the door. Then stood there obediently awaiting his orders. 

I said, "Hello bitch!" Then pointed my finger at the woman next to me and said, "Robert, this is Emily, my slave-girl. Do not close that damn door yet, I want you to strip for us right here in the doorway. I want everyone to see how much of a whore you really are, bitch!" 




Natasha Ch. 02-03



As you stripped, I looked over at Emily and whispered, "He is going to be so much fun!" 

Natasha stopped telling him about the dream and asked him, "How do you like that dream so far Robert. Do you think we can do this adventure I do have a friend named Emily who is willing to play this scenario."

Robert had a sizeable bulge in his shorts, which meant he loved the idea! He replied, "Oh my god Natasha, when can we do it!"

She told him that Emily and she had secretly arranged for the event to take place the following weekend. Because just as she figured, he would love the idea. 

All that week neither of then could keep there mind on what they were doing. They had talked then fucked almost non-stop waiting for Friday to come.

Finally, it was the weekend of the big rendezvous! Now here they were, the three of them standing in Robert hotel room doorway. Watching him strip as Natasha had ordered him too.

Robert stood in the doorway naked his cock beginning to swell. Natasha slapped his ass and shouted, "Until I give you permission you had better not touch that fucking cock!" 

She then grabbed Emily by the arm and Robert by the cock and pulled them both into the center of the room. She closed the door then turned around and said, "Kiss Emily hello Robert!"

Robert pulled Emily close and kissed her, she went weak in the knees and he had to hold her up. 

Emily looked over at Natasha with a puzzled look and uttered, "Oh mistress, he is so fucking hot! Can I have some fun with him now?"

Natasha walked over to her, pulled her by the hair, and led her toward the chair next to the window. Then pulled her face into hers kissed her lips and said, "Sit here my pet and take your clothes off! You are not permitted to touch that cock yet. Do you understand me? If you touch it now, I will whip you right here in from of him." 

Now sit quietly whore and wait until I call for you, who knows, you might learn something for a change!"

Emily watched Natasha climb on to the bed. She could see Robert's hard cock visible pulsating. Natasha slapped his balls making Robert jump then said, "Nice balls wimp!"

"Hey, Emily, help me get out of these clothes. Then get my whip and enema kit from the bag we brought." 

Emily did as instructed and handed her the whip then laid the kit next to her mistress.

Natasha slapped his ass with the riding crop and said, "Bitch, did you give yourself an enema before I got here? You know I like your male cunt to be nice and clean don't you?"

He nodded his head yes, but somehow he knew she would not believe him. 

Natasha looked at Emily and said, "Come help me pet! Hold his ass cheeks apart, as I examine him closer."

She tweaked his balls and said, "I see you have done what was instructed. Now get on all fours." 

She then got down on her knees and slid her tongue into his ass. She paused long enough to tell Emily to get the special bag you brought with and put in over his cock. "We need to catch all his cum, my pretty pet". 

She continued tonguing his male cunt and said, "Emily my whore, eat my dripping pussy!" 

Emily did as instructed and dove into her hot box, sucking and licking her like it was her last meal."

Natasha stopped her and said, "Enough for now slut, I do not want to cum, just yet!" 

Natasha could tell by Robert's sweaty skin and rapid breathing that he was about to explode. She stopped lapping at his ass and told him to stay on all fours.

She pointed her finger at Emily and said, "He is all yours now my pretty pet!"

Then she sat back and finger-fucked her pussy as she watched Emily with Robert. Emily sucked one of his balls into her mouth making him shutter all over. She then looked at Natasha who nodded in approval and ran her tongue all over his balls and asshole. 

Natasha watched the hot action for a moment or two the yelled, "Stop a minute you fucking bitches! I want some of that hot action!"

Natasha then moves over to the bed and pulled Robert's face into her hot pussy and exclaimed, "Eat me slave, make your mistress cum!" 

Robert dove in like a pro and Natasha yelled, "Oh fuck! Tongue fuck me, oooooh just like that yessssssss, ahhhhhhhh, deeper!"

She looked down at Emily and winked saying, "Time to show him no mercy doll!"

Emily winked back at Natasha and remembered what the plan was all along. She shoved her tongue deep into Robert's asshole and began to massage his full balls, and then stopped waited a minute then did it repeatedly. 

Natasha saw the beads of sweat on Robert's bow and glanced at her watch noting they had been using him for about an hour. She instructed Emily to pause for a moment, then slapped his ass with the whip, and yelled, "CUM, NOW, ASSHOLE! And you better make sure the damn bag stays in place!" 

Emily resumed her activity, but this time slid two fingers hard into his hot asshole. He tried not to scream and yelled, "Oh shit." He was cumming like the one he never did before!

Natasha lets Robert rest but reminds him not to spill a drop of cum from the bag. 

She then ordered Emily to eat her. Emily went over to Natasha and got between her legs then parted her mistress's labia and ran her tantalizing tongue from her from her clit to her asshole. Then slid her tongue deep into her vaginal orifice and then into my ass, while rubbing Natasha's clit hard. 

Natasha moved her head from side to side murmuring, "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yesssssss, keep it up. " 

From where Robert was, he can see every move they make. He utters under his breath, "Oh god, this is so fucking hot!" He wanted to grab his cock and stroke it hard until he cums again. 

Natasha seems to read his mind and takes her whip and slaps his cock with it saying, "Oh no you don't, not yet, fucker!" 

She then leans over and slaps Emily on the arm then reaches down and pinches her nipple hard. Emily jumped and Robert notices from her expression that it hurt. Nevertheless, all Natasha did, was shout, "You fucking whore, you're not doing it right! Now do it again! Eat my pussy and make me cum or you will just watch and do nothing else!"

Emily resumed eating Natasha's pussy fervently, sucking her clit like it was a small cock. Then she slides a finger in her pussy as her thumb went into her ass. Natasha arched her back and held Emily's head b between her legs like a vice. 

All the sudden Natasha screamed, "Yesssss, aaaaaaah, ooooooooh fuck I'm cumming!" 

Emily drank every drop of her cum them kissed her hard. Natasha then whispered something in her ear, she crawled over to Robert and held her thumb to his lips, and he licked it clean.

Natasha looked at the clock again, almost another hour has passed since they entered the hotel room. She knew Robert's cock was hard again and he wanted to cum again, but she would not allow it. Instead she smacked his ass and told him to lay down flat on his back. She then said, "Emily get up and straddle his mouth and rub that cunt of yours all over his face. Cum on his face my pet!" 

Emily climbs up and starts making his face glisten with her juices. Natasha walked over to them and kissed Emily hard on the mouth as she rolled her nipples. Then she said, "Pee in his mouth my pretty pet!" 

Robert's cock pulsated hard and he almost lost his load right then. He opened his mouth and licked her pee hole until she filled his mouth with piss. Then he teased her pussy from her clit to her ass and back, licking, nibbling and sucking every inch of her. Emily screamed, climaxing so hard she nearly passed out.

Natasha leaned over and squeezed Robert's balls then placed her vibrator on them. In his mind he screamed, "Oooooh fuck, please stop, it will make me cum!" She can see the pain in Robert's eyes now. 

Emily then asked her if he did a good job of cunt eating. She squeals, "Oh yes, he can do that all day too me mistress!"

Natasha grinned and said, "Good job Robert, but we are not done yet, get on all fours again. Hand me the strap on Emily." 

Natasha took the fake cock and ran it across his ass and along his cock through the bag repeatedly. She then instructed Emily to suck it until it is wet, then rammed it all the way into Roberts ass with one quick thrust. 

Robert almost blew his load then, but she slapped his ass hard and shouted, "Do not cum yet bitch!"

His cock felt as hard as steel and he swore that if someone ran there nails along its shaft it would break off. When she told Emily to use the small vibrator on his cock he began shaking uncontrollably. 

Natasha ran her fingers along his spine and said, ""Slut, make the bastard cum!" 

Emily applied the vibrator to the base of his cock then down to the male g-spot, between your balls and anus, repeatedly in unison with Natasha fucking his tight male cunt. 

Natasha whispered, "Cum my fucking male cunt, cum!"

Robert tensed up and they watched him cum harder them he had all night. He does not seem to stop until the bag is about half-full. He knew he better not spill a single drop. He just stayed there memorized and watched the hot scene that followed.

Emily helped Natasha take off the strap on then laid her down. She knew what her mistress expected next. She leaned over and sucked each nipple into her mouth one at a time, sucked and bit them hard. Then licked her way downward, but when she got to Natasha's pussy she stopped. Then she grabbed the strap on, donned it then slid it in Natasha's pussy for lubrication then slowly thrust the cock into her asshole.

Emily fucked Natasha's ass and buried the fake cock to the hilt. Then she pulled it almost all the way, then back in again repeatedly. With her free hand she played with her mistress's clit as she shoved two fingers inside her cunt matching the rhythm of the fake cock in her ass. 

Natasha threw her head back and exclaimed, "Oh, my sweet Emily, I am cumming. 

Robert sat up and then glanced down at the bag it seemed to him that it was heavy and filled with about a cup of cum. He noticed Emily was watching him. She licked her lips glanced at Natasha then at Robert, obvious hoping she will get to drink his cum.


Natasha walked over to Robert and removed the bag then to Emily's disappointment said, "Open your mouth, you son of a bitch, your going to drink your cum, whether you want to or not!" 

Robert did not hesitate, but enthusiastically swallowed every drop. 

Natasha pulled Emily and Robert close and uttered, "Well done, my obedient slaves!" 

Then they all kissed and told each other how exciting this rendezvous had been. Natasha, Emily and Robert then walked arm and arm to the shower room. 

When finished they feel asleep snuggled against each other, naked with Emily in the middle. What happened next, well that is another tantalizing story.

This is a different kind of story for me to write. Please feel free to tell me what you thought about it. HUGGERS....Kandie.



Natasha Ch. 02



"Do... do either your mum or aunty ever go topless too?" she asked sheepishly.

Natasha watched him go a deep crimson colour.

"It'll only be when I'm on my stomach... I don't like too many tan lines, that's all," she added, "Do you mind?"

Eric could not believe his ears -- was she really asking him permission to sunbake topless in her own backyard, while he painted her shed nearby?

"Um... what about Mister Green... sorry... Charles?" he corrected, "Is he home too? Will he mind?"

Natasha shook her head, "No... he won't mind. He often lets me sunbake topless down at Sunnyside Beach. You know... the nudist beach?" she fibbed just a little, as Charles had only let her do it once, "And no... he's not home today either... He's gone to some country race meeting with a few mates -- he's got shares in a three-year old." 

Natasha stood in front of Eric and shrugged her shoulders again, "So you'll be right with it?"

Eric openly sighed, his eyes going wide as he tried to look mature about what he was to say, "Don't mind me, Tash, it's your house!"

Not all that inexplicably, Natasha felt a sudden flutter in her stomach that extended to her loins -- the idea of what she was about to do certainly had some merit, she thought cheekily. 

"Well, thanks Eric... I don't get to do it all that often with our short summer and all," she said, chuckling almost childlike, as she took a few steps backward before turning for the house.

Eric went off to mix the undercoat for the shed -- and minutes later Natasha came back outside wearing a broad-rimmed straw hat and carrying bottle of chilled wine and a single glass. He watched her spread out her towel not more than six metres from where he was standing -- and he felt his cock grow hard at what he may soon see -- and without a paling fence between them! 

Trying to remain aloof, Eric started to pour paint into the roller tray just as Natasha removed her sarong while still facing his direction. Suddenly taken aback by what he saw -- he nearly dropped the tin of paint! Even from where he was squatting, he could clearly see that her bikini bottom was indeed small -- and of quite an unusual shape too!

He couldn't help himself, and he let out a whistle, "Wow! Very nice, Tash!"

Now it was Natasha's turn to look embarrassed, "You like it? Don't think it's too small on me?"

Eric shook his head vehemently, and he made no attempt to disguise his gaze at the small, teardrop-shaped piece of white material that seemed to cup her vulva delicately, like a gently curved petal from one of his mum's roses. The top part of the unusual garment was drawn inward above her pubic mound and fastened to a small ring, of which the thin straps where also attached to, and the effect was stunning to say the least.

Taking a long, deep breath, his chest rose expansively, and as he exhaled slowly he said to her, "You look... well... really, really sensational in it, Tash."

The sight of her standing there in the tiny, white bikini was probably far more arousing than had she been totally naked, in Eric's youthful mind!

"Thanks Eric, you're sooo sweet..." Natasha cooed, looking over at him as she adjusted the bikini's straps subconsciously. 

Natasha sat down on her towel and proceeded to apply her favourite lotion as she watched Eric applying the first coat of paint on the shed. Then while still sitting up, and still watching the lad, she opened up the wine, and after pouring a glass, she took a liberal sip and exulted in the refreshing liquid. The first glass was not going to last long, she knew, it was her one day of real rest in her normally busy week -- and she was going to make the best of it -- audience or no audience.

Several minutes later, and half way into her second glass of Chardonnay, she was starting to feel quite mellow. Natasha had been leaning back on her elbows watching Eric work, and she now thought he seemed pre-occupied with his task at hand. It was time.

With the wine assisting in loosening any glimmer of inhibitions she may have felt not long before, Natasha turned to lie down on to her stomach and daringly removed her top to bask in the beautiful warmth. And with her back toward the shed, she could only imagine the look on the boy's face when he looked over at her next!

Enraptured! That was the wonderful feeling Eric felt the moment he witnessed the woman of his dreams laying with her back to him -- and with nothing on more than her tiny little white g-string! And even though he had seen her butt a number of times in the past through their fence -- to now be only metres away from her beautiful round orbs of smooth flesh, which were framed perfectly by the narrow bands of her bikini, was the most exciting thing he could have hoped for! 

So with noticeable frequency, Eric kept coming back to the doorway of the shed to re-fill his paint tray -- and of course, to perv on Natasha too. Her arse looked even better than he remembered it -- firm and tanned and full -- like it was just asking to be smacked!

After about half an hour, and well into her third glass, Natasha looked over her shoulder and could not see Eric. Figuring he was probably working on the other side of the shed, she hesitated but a moment before she rolled onto her back -- and then applied a liberal quantity of lotion onto her breasts. Finishing her glass, she then took a deep breath, and pulled her straw hat down over her face -- and in an ostrich-like manner, she pretended she were alone. 

But of course she wasn't alone, and every now and then, she could hear Eric stirring the paint tin as he came back around to top up his tray, and she would raise her arm and let a hand drift over her bare breasts in a belated attempt of decorum, while she peered out surreptitiously from under the privacy of her straw hat -- watching him. Natasha could see him almost blatantly look across at her, as if he was merely window shopping out the front of Myer at Christmas time, waiting for her to remove her hand again! 

And Natasha felt her nipples grow hard at the knowledge -- and her loins tingled excitedly. Yes... this is what she liked -- to show herself off -- but of course, all while under the guise of some rather innocent sunbaking!

She lay like that for nearly three-quarters of an hour -- and caught Eric looking at her at least half a dozen more times. Sometimes she would cover herself with her loose bikini top -- sometimes her two hands cupped her warm flesh -- eventually, she could not be bothered with the folly any longer, finally letting him ogle her boobs totally uncensored.

She was now far more relaxed with her near-nudity in the company of her young neighbour -- no doubt the alcohol had further alleviated any of the proper etiquette she should have shown in the company of one so young. But there was no doubt in her slightly befuddled mind at that moment that her fairly blatant display was arousing her considerably. And like the brazen hussy she felt at the time, Natasha upped the ante even higher, and raising her left leg at the knee, she allowed it to fall to one side so the crotch of her little bikini was even more visible.

And again Eric looked on as he painted the shed -- and now without a doubt, Natasha could see the outline of his boner through the threadbare material of his old boardies whenever he turned toward her! 

Considering his distraction, Eric made commendable progress and soon he was applying the top-coat. Before too long, he would be finished the better part of it. 

Sensing the completion was near, Natasha waited until he was working around the back of the shed. Then she got up a little shakily, and wrapping her small sarong just below her armpits, so it hung down from her boobs to almost cover her buttocks, she turned and went into the kitchen to get them some lunch and cool drinks.

Walking back across the cool lawn, she decided to surprise Eric, as he appeared to still be working around the other side of the shed. Without a word, she walked carefully to the far end of the shed and stepped around corner...

Suddenly, Natasha let out a loud gasp and nearly dropped the tray in her hands! Facing her direction was Eric -- a contorted look on his face and his eyes tightly shut -- his shorts were around his ankles and Natasha could clearly see his long cock in his hand as he masturbated enthusiastically!

Eric, hearing her gasp, opened his eyes and immediately went the deepest crimson imaginable!

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry, Eric! I... I should have warned you I was coming... please, please forgive me!" Natasha stammered, feeling immense embarrassment for the lad.

Feeling strangely rooted to the spot, Natasha watched gobsmacked as Eric quickly fumbled for his shorts and pulled them up and over his hard penis.

"It's alright, Eric, we... we all do it!" she offered, not knowing what else to say.

Eric looked at her and spluttered defensively, "I... I know! I've even seen you do it!"

"What? What on earth do you mean?" Natasha asked in bewilderment.

Eric gulped as he did up his shorts, "I... I saw... I saw you finger yourself last weekend, Tash... out there in ya backyard!"

"You what! Impossible, the... the crack in the fence has been fixed!"

Eric didn't care if she knew know -- he felt the most embarrassed he had ever felt in his life!

"Maybe... but... but there's a new hole... and I saw you!"

Natasha felt the colour drain from her face and this time she did drop the tray with a crash, "You... you young pervert!" she retorted caustically.

"Me? I'm a pervert? Hey Tash, what about you last year? You fuckin' well knew I was watchin' you through the crack in the fence, didn't ya! You know, when you were out here tannin' ya self!" he snapped in defence, "Didn't ya, huh!"

It was out in the open now, Tash thought, as she bent to pick up the tray and spilt contents, "So you knew too?" she asked softly, "I'm sooo sorry, Eric, really I am..." 

Eric bent down to help her pick up the ruined sandwiches -- there was still some beer in the stubby she had brought out for him, and he quickly polished it off in one mouthful!

With Natasha bent down, and himself also, Eric could clearly see up her short sarong and between her slightly spread thighs; he could see the little pouch of her bikini and he sighed, shaking his head, "You really are a fuckin' cock-teaser, aren't you Tash?"

Natasha could see where he was looking and closed her legs tightly, "I am sorry, Eric, you... you are a nice boy, really..." 

Then they both stood and she went on, "Look, if it's any consolation, I've been perving on you all weekend too..." she smiled meekly at her own admission, "You've got a pretty hot body, you know!"

"Thanks, Tash," he smiled shyly, eyes downcast.

"Um... Eric... did you really watch me... you know... last weekend?" Natasha asked, her shock of discovery waning rapidly.

"Uh huh... and fuck it gave me a horn!"

Natasha looked at the boy and reached forward to lift his chin so she could look him in the eye -- her heart was racing at what had just happened -- but the moment was electrifying and her state of arousal was peaking! Breathing a smidge rapidly, she smiled at him...

"Um... Eric... would you like to finish what you were doing?" Natasha asked, her loins now tingling so bad she suddenly thought she would wet herself with excitement.

"Aw yeah... I 'spose..." he replied, a little apprehensively, "Reckon I could look at ya though?"

Natasha looked up into the youth's clear blue eyes and nodded, "If you'd like..." Then she grinned mischievously, "But I want to watch you do it too..." 

There was a pregnant pause of a few moments as they eyed one another shrewdly -- you could almost sense the erotic energy that crackled back and forth between them! Then Natasha raised her eyebrows and smiled crookedly for a moment -- then pouting her full lips seductively, she turned and walked off...

Eric followed her on legs that felt like jelly -- was she really going to let him wank off over her while she watched?

Natasha put the tray down onto the small table near the umbrella and took the few steps over to her towel and to where Eric was waiting like a boy waiting for Santa. She took a deep breath, and removed her sarong, letting it fall to the ground...

Even though she was partly intoxicated, she stood rather nervously, as Eric's eyes drank in the sight of her bare breasts. He stood not more than half a metre away from her, and she looked down at his shorts and smiled at his growing erection jutting outward from them.

"Would you like me to lie down?" she asked softly, "Maybe with my legs open just a little?"

"Aw fuck yeah!" he answered, "And then maybe you could get on your knees... you know... like you used ta last year when ya spread out ya towel near the fence?"

Natasha knew exactly what he was referring too, "Only problem, Eric... I won't be able to see you play with yourself too... and that's not fair, is it?"

Suddenly, Natasha had an idea, "Come with me!" 

Grabbing Eric's large hand, she led him quickly inside the house, down the hallway and to the stairs near the front door that led up to her large bedroom...

Eric followed excitedly like a puppy, as he watched her bare buttocks sway from side to side gracefully as she climbed the stairs in front of him.

Once inside her bedroom, Eric felt quite intimidated by the personal space of the room -- he was brought up to respect his parent's bedroom and until quite recently, he had rarely entered unless invited -- he now felt the same sense of foreboding standing in Natasha's bedroom as he looked around, checking it out. 

A large king-sized bed was predominant in the middle of the room, while plenty of natural light filtered in through two large dormer windows that overlooked the backyard; along the wall opposite the foot of the bed, was a large dressing table with an oversized, oval-shaped mirror, and on the dressing table were an assortment of perfume bottles, a large silver hairbrush and a heavily-lacquered jewellery box -- there was also a silver-framed photo of a younger Natasha in her wedding gown looking quite innocent, her hair in long braids, while her proud-looking, youthful husband dressed in a black tuxedo and aqua cummerbund stood next to her possessively -- a look of smugness quite apparent on his handsome face . The photo only unnerved Eric even further.

"What... what about Mister Green, Tash?" Eric asked anxiously.

Natasha feigned a laugh, "Oh, don't worry, Eric, he's not going to be home for hours... And I'm not going to tell him if you don't... Deal?"

Eric gulped, "As if I'm gonna tell him!"

"And no telling your mates either... Promise?"

"Nah, I won't... I promise..."

Eric turned and looked back toward the bed and then noticed a large, black and white portrait hanging over the bed head, and he whistled appreciatively. It was of Natasha from a sitting she had done only a couple of years earlier, and showed her lounging back quite provocatively on a large divan while only wearing some beautifully-laced lingerie and an exquisite string of large pearls around her delicate neck. One arm draped behind her head, while the other hung down loosely by her side, a partly-filled champagne glass in her manicured hand, her long dark hair splayed out upon some cushions. The half-cups of her brassier barely contained her modest breasts and a good portion of her dark areola was quite evident, with just a hint of nipple. And although a knee was bent slightly, hiding most of what lay invitingly between her legs -- it was quite obvious she was not wearing any panties -- just a dainty pair of suspenders that matched the bra, and dark stockings -- while stilettos adorned her small feet. And even in Eric's inexperienced eye, she looked like she had just been fucked.

"You should have seen some of the other shots," Natasha volunteered with humour when she noticed the direction of his gaze, "Photographer had me in all sorts of positions... Damn-near pornographic they were... Charles has kept what he thought were the best of them somewhere, I think. I know he has a more modest version in his office... But there's also a far less tasteful image he keeps in his study down stairs. He told me a couple of his mates really like that one... I dunno why he'd want to show them, the prick!" 

"Well I... I certainly like this one... You look really beautiful in it..." 

"Why, thanks Eric."

Eric turned back to Natasha, "Um... Tash... um... are we going to... you know?" he stammered with nervous excitement.

She shook her head and chuckled softly, "Mmm, you wish... and so did the photographer, I might add! No... you want to see me on my knees to wank off, don't you? Well... now I'll be able to watch you too... with the mirror over there, see?"

Eric did get it now, and he swallowed deeply. But he suddenly felt way out of his depth with his neighbour now -- what if he couldn't get a proper erection with her looking, he wondered? 

Almost shaking with the moment, he nodded, "Um... yeah I get it, Tash... good one!" he said, far more bravely than he actually felt.

Natasha clearly sensed his nervousness, and for some odd reason she could not help a bizarre sense of power wash over her at his youthful vulnerability. Stepping closer to him, she smiled warmly, and placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to placate him -- she then felt a strong urge to kiss him, and leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his lips softly but for a moment -- his mouth was unresponsive, and she suddenly felt a bit silly for doing it -- then regrouping her thoughts together again, she was about to step away when she noticed him glance down at her breasts sheepishly.

"Do you like them?" she asked softly, her hand still on his shoulder.

Eric reddened slightly at her question, "Aw yeah, course I do... You've got real nice tits, Tash... even for an older woman, I reckon!"

"For an older woman? Thanks Eric..." she said, feigning a slighted tone.

She reached down for his hand, and slowly raised it till it was near her chest and then looking him in the eye with a demure smile on her lips, she gently turned his palm toward her, and carefully placed his hand over her right breast -- and actually felt his hand tremor for a moment.

"So... do they feel okay? 

Eric swallowed deeply, his heart racing with excitement. He was really not too sure what he should do at that moment -- but feeling the warmth of her soft flesh in his hand for the first time was a dream-come-true! He moved his hand slightly and felt her hard nipple pop up between his thumb and forefinger -- his heart racing with excitement, he swallowed deeply and gently squeezed her flesh.

"Aw, you bet! Fuckin' awesome!"

Natasha chuckled lewdly as he gently fondled her breast for a few moments -- then she dropped her hands down to his shorts and fumbled for the lacing to undo them. Within seconds, she had them undone, and pulling the Velcro fly apart, she worked them over his slim hips and let them drop to the floor -- he wore no underpants. His penis was only semi-erect, and Natasha placed her small hand under it and lifted it -- as if testing its weight.

"Aw, jeez Tash... do you really think we should be doin' this?"

Natasha felt his cock rapidly growing in the palm of her hand till it was fully-erect, "Gee, Eric, has anyone told you that... that you have a very long dick?" she said, huskily.

Eric felt himself glowing at her complement as he lightly caressed her tit, "Um... no, not until now... but I thought I had a pretty good one when I'd showered with me mates at footy training and saw theirs." 

"Uh huh... Eric, believe me, it's a good one alright... it's sooo long..." she purred softly. 

A wicked thought suddenly manifested in Natasha's partially intoxicated mind -- she could picture herself kneeling in front of Eric and stroking his long cock while only centimetres from her face; she could see herself licking her lips as she moved her head closer and closer to his shaft until she could poke out her tongue and run it up and down the underside of his hard flesh... She imagined what he would taste like -- his young penis -- would it be different to her husband's? She could see his large, pointy, mushroom-shaped knob -- and imagined running her tongue over it -- licking off his pre-come -- before opening her mouth and lowering her head until his glans slipped past her moistened-lips and entered her warm, hungry mouth... She smiled as she imagined wrapping her lips around his shaft and sucking greedily... sucking until he filled her mouth with come...




Natasha Ch. 02



"Aw... Natasha... Misses Green... mmm..." Eric groaned, "that... that feels really nice..."

Natasha snapped out of her daydream. She suddenly realised she had a firm grip on the boy's shaft and was stroking it gently -- and Eric now had both of his hands on her breasts and was kneading them less than delicately... 

She released his cock and smiled sheepishly, "Oh... sorry... was getting a bit carried away, wasn't I?" Reaching up for his hands, she removed them from her breasts, "And so too are you, young man, that was a bit more than a feel!"

"Sorry..." he said softly, as he stood there like a reprimanded schoolboy.

"It's okay... really... don't fret," Natasha said, as she rubbed his shoulder consolingly.

"Tash... seeing you've taken me shorts off... do you think... um... you reckon we could take your bikini off too?" 

Natasha smirked at him -- would it really matter now, she mused?

"Oh... um... I guess so..." she answered hesitatingly, a tingle fluttering in her loins at his suggestion, "Would you... would you like to... to remove it for me?"

Eric's eyes opened as wide as dinner-plates and he nodded vehemently -- of course Natasha did not expect him to say no.

Natasha placed both her hands on his shoulders and gently applied downward pressure -- Eric needed no further encouragement and he quickly knelt in front of her till his face was no more than two hand-spans away from her little white bikini.

"You sure?" he asked, seeking re-assurance.

"Might as well both be naked... Only fair, isn't it?" 

Eric reached for the thin band of her bikini and hooked his thumbs into them -- and then he carefully eased them down over her hips -- until gradually, he could see the tiny patch of teardrop-shaped-covering pull away from her mound -- and her slit came into view...

"Aw, for fuck-sake, it's so smooth!" Eric exclaimed, as he pulled her bikini down her thighs to stare in awe at her petite, hairless quim.

"You like?" she asked, as she ran her fingers through his thick, unruly blonde hair.

"Aw wow, fuck yeah! That's... that's fuckin' gorgeous, Tash! It's beautiful! And... and there's not a hair on it! It's gotta be one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen!" 

Natasha laughed, "Why thankyou, young man... thankyou." 

She looked down at him peering between her thighs, and she resisted the strong urge to pull his face closer toward her -- closer, until his handsome young face was pressed hard against her vulva. No, she had to try and control herself -- after all, he was just a boy, wasn't he? 

Even so, Eric was actually close enough that he could clearly smell the sweet, musky aroma that exuded from her -- that intoxicating aroma of a mature woman that signalled her state of heightened sexual-arousal -- and although consciously he did not know what it signified at the time -- his instinct soon told him what it meant... 

"Can... can I touch it?"

Natasha, chuckling a little shyly, released her grip on his hair and stepped back to sit on the bed. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lower lip lightly, and then laid back, bringing her knees up at the same time and crossing her legs at the ankles. She looked over at Eric as he still knelt on the floor not more than two paces from her, and then keeping her ankles crossed, she raised her feet into the air so her legs were vertical and her toes pointed toward the ceiling.

And Eric began to stroke himself as he watched her, spellbound...

Smirking mischievously at the boy, Natasha uncrossed her ankles and allowed her legs to fall open into a wide vee -- but she had placed a hand modestly over her pudenda.

"Sooo... did you really watch me play with myself?" she asked, looking at Eric's face framed between her open thighs.

"Uh huh... I pretty much saw you fingering yourself, Tash," Eric said confidently.

"Fingering myself? Eric, don't you know that most girls don't finger themselves? Well not internally anyway..." Natasha asked, as her hand began to rub herself in gentle circles.

"Us girls like to play with our clits... our love-buttons... that's what's really nice... You ever seen one?" she asked with an almost condescending tone. "Mine's especially sensitive... would you like to see it?"

Natasha watched as the boy stopped stroking his penis and nodded to her -- then she lowered her feet to the bed, but kept her knees bent up and spread wide.

"You can come a bit closer if you like... and I'll show you..."

Eric shuffled forward without hesitation until he was less than thirty centimetres away from her thighs -- and then he watched with fascination as Natasha removed her hand slowly from covering her pussy. He could now clearly see how her labia had become engorged since he had removed her bikini minutes ago -- and he noticed her flesh now glistened with a slickness that wasn't there before -- and the aroma, oh the aroma was so sweet.

Using her forefinger and pointer, Natasha began to gently part herself, "Do you see it?" 

Eric looked down as she worked open the delicate folds of her inner labia and was reminded strongly of his mother's prize-winning roses in bloom -- and then he did see it -- her shiny nub of bright-pink flesh protruded like a small cashew from within her slickened hood...

"Wow! Can I touch it now... can I?"

Natasha stared at him, she was now really enjoying teasing the boy, and she laughed sardonically, "Mmm... I don't think so..." 

Eric swallowed deeply and quickly began to stroke his penis again as he watched Natasha flick and roll her clitoris with her forefinger.

"Some have told me they think I have a big clitoris... my husband for one... and that cheeky photographer too... Do you think it's big?"

Eric gulped at her frank question -- what the fuck did he know about clit's! Apart from a bit of porn here and there, hers was the first one he'd ever been this close to! It looked to be about as big as his little finger to the first joint -- but did that make it big?

"I... I dunno Tash... but I'd really like to touch it... please? Just to see what it feels like."

Natasha pondered for a moment or two longer, and caved-in, "Just for a moment... and very gently... it's very, very sensitive, you know..." 

She held herself open as Eric reached forward with his forefinger pointing outward as if he was about to press an elevator button -- and then she felt the youth's finger touch her flesh and she groaned pleasurably, while twisting her hips from side to side. 

"It... it is quite rubbery, isn't it?" Eric noted with an innocent frown, as he gently rolled her nub of flesh.

"Uh huh... and really sensitve, remember... mmm... you know a girl really loves to have a nice tongue flick at her clit too, sometimes... mmm... but I think that's enough now, Eric... that's enough for now..." Natasha moaned softly, before she dragged the boy's face between her legs.

With some reluctance, Eric removed his hand and they both stared at one another briefly -- then Natasha smiled broadly at him and shook her head, "Come on... I want to see you masturbate remember?"

Natasha rolled onto the bed and quickly positioned herself up onto her knees, and turning her head, she flicked her long hair to one side so she was able to look back at him. Grinning mischievously, she lowered her body so she was lying across the foot of the bed, and with her bottom high in the air and her head resting on the quilt; she turned her head so she was facing the mirror on the dresser. 

"Well, come on then... show me how good you are at wanking-off that lovely hard cock of yours."

Eric took a deep breath and stood up rather casually, considering. Then he moved in behind Natasha as she jutted her beautifully-firm bottom into the air encouragingly. He could see that she was watching their reflection in the mirror, and he could see she had a look on her face he just did not quite recognise -- probably understandable, as he had never really seen a sexually-charged woman before this moment... 

Now standing between her slim ankles that hung over the edge of the bed, and in the soft filtered daylight, he had an almost perfect view of her lovely round buttocks and her bulging pudenda. He could now also make out the small tightly-puckered hole of her anus -- and noted how it was completely devoid of hair too -- and he then began to pull himself in long, slow strokes.

"You can move in a bit closer, if you like?" she suggested, while moving her legs apart a bit more to accommodate him, "Uh huh... now that's better isn't it?"

"Aw yeah... heaps!"

Slowly Natasha's hips began to gyrate in small circles as the boy masturbated behind her. She was now more than well aware of her own state of heightened arousal, and she knew she would have to 'pleasure' herself properly once he had gone -- but she now wondered if she could honestly wait that long!

She watched the boy pull his long cock furiously while not more than half an arms length from her pro-offered bottom -- and the sight of it was amazing! Now she could not resist the urge any longer -- and quickly, she ran her hand beneath herself till she found her pussy, and with dexterous ease she parted her labia again to uncover her swollen clitoris -- and she began to rub it in earnest!

Eric could pretty much see what she was now doing to herself and he moved in a little closer while continuing to wank off, "Hey Tash... ya reckon I could touch ya just a little bit, too?"

"Umm... maybe... I guess so... maybe just my bum, hey... but not my pussy, alright?"

Shaking slightly with excitement, Eric reached out, and quite tenderly, he ran his fingers over her left buttock, marvelling to himself at how warm and smooth she felt... 

Slowly, he caressed and explored her; feeling every square centimetre of her compliant flesh as it flexed and gave a little as he gently squeezed. Cautiously, he moved in closer. Now he could reach out and caress the small of her back -- and his hard cock was no more than a hands breadth away from her wonderfully inviting-looking vulva! 

Eric stopped masturbating and placed his other hand on her back, and then began to massage her slowly -- slowly working up her slim waist and toward her shoulder-blades.

"Mmm... that feels nice... you've got nice strong hands, Eric. Has any one ever told you that before?" 

It was now Eric's turn to chuckle smugly, "Yep, me mum... I sometimes give her a massage when dad's away and she feels a bit stressed-out." 

Natasha closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure as the boy spread his hard fingers out and worked her flesh -- and a wicked image popped in her head of Eric massaging his quite attractive mum, Debby, as she lay on her bed all stressed-out -- and naked too.

If only she knew how close to the truth she was...

Eric moved even closer to Natasha -- and he felt the underside of his penis brush up against the cleft of her bum just briefly -- before he moved back a bit. He smiled to himself when Natasha had said nothing discouraging -- so he let his cock brush up against her bottom again, just as he worked his hands around either side of Natasha's back. Still she said nothing -- just a soft moaning came from her as he continued to work his hands slowly around toward her breasts.

"Mmm... Eric, you cheeky bugger... I bet you don't rub your mum's boobs when you're massaging her, do you?"

Eric chuckled, but he didn't stop. And feeling a little bolder, he found her hard nipples and began to tweak them gently.

"Eric... have you got your cock up against me?" Natasha asked, as she opened her eyes and focused on their reflexion in the mirror. She could feel him moving against her bottom -- almost dry-humping her. 

"Gee, I'm sorry, Tash," Eric said without conviction, "Do... do you want me to stop?"

"It's alright for the moment... but don't get too carried away... will you?" she sighed, enjoying the intimate contact.

She knew the boy's long shaft was now nestled between her buttocks, and she had trouble not rubbing herself back against him. Of course, her hand was still lightly fondling her clitoris, and she stopped for a moment -- and then felt between her legs and found the boy's scrotum and cupped it gently.

"You've got a nice tight sac, Eric," she told him honestly.

"Orr... Natasha... orr... do that again, please..." he groaned, as he felt her gently fondle his swollen testicles.

She laughed lewdly, and gave his balls a quick squeeze before releasing them and going back to her clit.

"Okay, Eric, I think that's enough of a feel of my tits, don't you? Come on, I want to see you wank-off... I want to see you shoot your come up into the air. And maybe," she teased, "just maybe... I'll let you blow over my bum! How would you like that?"

"Sounds fucken great, Tash," Eric said, releasing her tits and straightening up again, "But I'd rather... you know... do you think we could... um... you know... really do it?"

"Uh uh, you cheeky bugger, you know the deal. Don't push it will you!" Natasha admonished with a scowl faker than a three dollar bill. 

Natasha went back to rubbing her clitoris, only a little more vigorously now as she watched their reflection in the mirror to her side -- and rather expectantly, she could feel herself rapidly building up to a rather welcome orgasm, as Eric stroked his dick back and forth in a rather unhurried fashion.

"Come on Eric, you don't look too enthused, is that the best you can do?"

Suddenly, she stopped playing with her clit, and ran her fingers up and down her slit a few times, working her flesh open -- then using her index and forefinger, she prised her lips apart, to expose her moist pinkness.

"There, is that better?

It was obviously to Eric's approval, as he immediately he increased the speed of his hand on his cock!

Eric had never, ever seen anything for real like it in his life! With her fingers holding herself apart, it clearly reminded him again of his mother's scented roses in full bloom -- and to him, Natasha was now no doubt offering herself to him!

He lowered his cock so as to line himself with her glistening cunt -- and lent forward! Then just as his knob was about to touch her -- he watched in dismay as she rather quickly covered her entrance with the palm of her hand and his knob bumped into her fingers!

"Uh uh, no you don't, young man!" Natasha chastised, as she felt him rubbing his large, sticky knob against her hand which was now protecting her pudenda from incursion.

She looked over her shoulder to see an almost devastated look on the boy's handsome face, "Just a bit of a touch, remember, and that's all... Okay?"

"Um... I'm sorry, Tash, I... I thought you wanted me to... you know?" he stammered. "Can I at least look at it again?"

"By 'it', I assume you mean my pussy?"

He quickly nodded.

Natasha sighed, and removed her hand to resume rubbing her clitoris to see if she could get herself back to the pinnacle of her approaching orgasm that had quickly eluded her a moment ago.

She now watched Eric pulling himself with enthusiasm with one hand -- while his other hand stretched her buttock to one side -- no doubt for his greater viewing pleasure!

Barely thirty seconds later, Natasha could see Eric's face contort as he hunched over her -- and she knew he was about to come!

"Aw, can I come on ya then?" he asked with a sense of urgency.

"I... I guess you can..."

She heard him grunt first -- a short guttural sound not too dissimilar to the sound her husband made when he was about to orgasm -- and the realisation of what was about to happen quickly tipped Natasha over the edge, as she rubbed frantically at her long, slippery clitoris!

Totally fascinated, Natasha watched his reflection as he peered down at his own cock -- a look of sheer bliss glazing his eyes. Then gripping his shaft firmly, he tensed-up, and thrusting his hips forward till he was almost touching her vulva -- he shot a thick rope of come directly onto her hairless pussy!

The feeling of his hot seed splattering against her flesh sent Natasha over the edge -- and she closed her eyes and moaned loudly as her orgasm ripped through her body -- and right at that moment, if the boy had chosen to, she knew she would have let him penetrate her to the hilt!

After a few moments, Natasha opened her eyes to see Eric milking the last drops of his virile come over her upraised bottom -- and the sight of it made her pussy pulse just that little bit longer, as her own orgasm gradually subsided...

"Mmm... now that was good timing, my young man," she said huskily.

Eric sniggered -- it was only the second time he had ever seen a woman come -- and both times it had been the woman of his dreams -- Natasha! He looked down at her beautiful, hairless snatch that was now liberally covered in his own baby-juice -- and he could not believe how close he had come to screwing her!

His cock was still quite erect, and he lowered himself nervously until his knob was less than a few centimetres from her entrance, "Tash... can you at least let me touch my dick against your pussy for a bit?"

Natasha was glowing in the aftermath of her own orgasm, and she was quietly bemused by his immature request. She could feel his come trickling down her inner thigh and knew she would find a puddle of it on her quilt-cover that she would have to change before Charles came home. And she could also feel the sticky mess clinging to her fingers.

"Tash... please?"

"Mmm... oh, alright then... but just for a few moments... then you better go and finish your job before it gets too late..."

Eric could feel his cock growing completely hard again at her gracious consent! His eyes rapacious with growing lust, he moved forward and touched her glistening, come-coated slit with his pointy knob and moved it up and down her labia several times, only to see to his utter amazement how the flesh of her smallish slit parted invitingly! 

Natasha, her senses slightly dulled in the after-glow of her orgasm, removed her hand from between her legs and brought it up to her face to inspect the warm, thick goo that stuck to her. She could smell the distinct aroma of his come, and she smiled at a string of the stuff almost about to drip off one of her fingers. 

Eric, intent on watching his knob slowly becoming enveloped within her puffy lips, was oblivious to what she was doing as she slowly licked her fingers clean of his come.

"Aw Tash... can I please, please put it in... just a little bit at least... please?" he begged.

Natasha was silent for a few moments as she licked her lips gratuitously -- his come had tasted quite wonderful, she thought, far better than she remembered of past lovers. She was now more than vaguely aware of what he was doing behind her -- but although she was actually starting to enjoy his gentle ministrations, she knew she couldn't let him go any further. Already she was fighting off pangs of guilt over what she had not only allowed to happen -- but what she had actively encouraged with her neighbour's son!

Eric took her hesitation in answering him as a form of compliance -- and with his heart pounding rapidly and with growing anxiety, he swallowed deeply and while the tip of his cock was partway in her, he quickly placed his other hand around her hip too. Then he flexed his hips forward and watched his big knob disappear -- with only her entrance only offering minor resistance for the first part...

"Eric!" Natasha screamed, "Get it out, you bugger!"

Natasha tried to pull away by collapsing onto the bed, but his hands gripping her around her hips prevented her for a few seconds -- and she felt him take another jab at her -- and she felt him penetrate her even further as his fat knob popped past her hymenal opening!

"Okay, that's enough now..." she growled in earnest, as she felt him pull back -- only to quickly plunge in again -- but much, much deeper this time. 




Natasha Ch. 02



Eric could not believe the feeling of being inside a woman's pussy for the first time -- it was the most wonderful feeling in the world -- it was like a thousand delicate fingers were caressing every part of his sensitive knob and shaft -- and he wanted to scream with joy!

"Aw fuck, Tash, its beautiful... I can't believe it... I can't believe I'm actually doing it!"

Eric gripped her hips tightly as he felt her trying to pull away from him, and he looked down at his slickened shaft disappearing deeply one more time into her tight cunt -- then he pulled back and watched with fascination as her inner labia stretched outward, gripping his shaft as firmly as a glove -- and then he plunged into her again.

Natasha timed her moment well -- and just as he withdrew partway again, she prised his grip from her hips with strength that came from nowhere -- and quickly stretched out onto the bed. He tried desperately to keep his cock buried inside of her, but she felt him slip noisily from within her, and she rolled off the end of the bed before he could re-mount her!

Standing up and facing the boy as he looked up at her rather sheepishly, Natasha bent to pick up her tiny white g-string that lay on the floor and quickly stepped into it. As she pulled the tiny garment up past her thighs, she looked down at him scornfully...

"That was a bit naughty, Eric, wasn't it?"

"I'm... I'm really sorry, Tash, but I just couldn't help it!" he said with all sincerity, "Just I've never..." 

"Never what?" she asked, gathering a thin-cotton short dress from a chair near her bedside table.

"Well... you know," he said humbly, as he sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes downcast.

Natasha frowned, "What? Don't tell me you're a virgin!"

"Guess I'm not anymore, hey? I gotta thank ya, Tash, you are fuckin' gorgeous! I'll never forget you... ever!"

Natasha shook her head in denial -- how could she ever face his mother again now?

"Eric... I hate to tell you... but you're still a virgin as far as I'm concerned!" she said just a fraction acerbically, "A couple of shaky thrusts partway in a woman does not constitute sexual-intercourse!" 

She knew of course that it had been a bit more than that -- and that he had filled her with his long cock completely several times before she had broken free.

Eric got up from the bed and retrieving his shorts, he pulled them up over his partly flaccid penis, "Well, whatever Tash... But one thing is for certain... it felt beautiful to be with you anyway... and I thankyou sincerely from the bottom of my heart."

Natasha watched the youth leave her room with his shoulders slumped, and she sighed remorsefully. Maybe, just maybe she should have let him have sex with her, she pondered wistfully. 

Slipping the dress over her head, she heard the backdoor close as Eric went back outside, and she looked over at her marital bed with the big wet patch in the middle of it and she knew she would need to change it. Suddenly, great pangs of guilt washed over her at what she had just done -- exhibitionism was one thing -- but she had really crossed the line now, and she knew it. But there was one other thing she could not deny herself any longer -- and that was how she had enjoyed it all immensely! Oh she loved to tease. 

*

A little later, after she had changed the bed and showered, Natasha stood drying herself absently by the dormer window of her bedroom. She looked down to see that Eric had completed the second coat on her shed as far as she could tell. She watched the youth cleaning up and putting the tins of paint and stuff away inside the shed. He had a nice body, she thought, wide shoulders and a flat stomach --and his chest was starting to fill out too, she smiled.

Dropping her towel, Natasha stood completely naked by the window and picked up her brush from the sill and began to groom her long dark hair in slow, careful strokes as she watched Eric slipping his tee-shirt back on. She often stood naked by her window and looked over her yard -- occasionally she would even see Eric's dad in the yard next door reading the paper on his veranda. But it didn't bother her, as there was a reflective film on her windows that helped keep the western sun out, as well as affording some privacy too -- and she was pretty certain that he couldn't see her discreet display.

She watched Eric stand back and admire his hard work, with his hands resting on his narrow hips. The shed did look really good now -- all it probably needed to finish it off was the guttering and facia painted so it matched the house. 

Smiling unashamedly, she felt her nipples harden at the prospect of having Eric doing some more work for her, and she chuckled softly -- she would catch-up with him later in the week and see if he would finish the trim off next weekend.

As she brushed her hair, Natasha's free hand drifted down caressingly over her breasts toward her recently washed pussy, and she lightly rubbed herself as she pictured Eric's long tool embedded deep inside of her...

God, he'd been polite, she smiled to herself -- of course she had begun to wonder earlier on if he was ever going to try and fuck her!

Maybe, just maybe she would let it happen again...

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