0 comments/ 78239 views/ 24 favorites The Stacks By: librarylady 7I really should introduce myself a little before I tell you about Natalie and the stacks. I'm 38 years old; a single mom - widow, actually - with a fourteen year old daughter. I have a degree in library science and work in the library at a local university. I don't date very much - not that I couldn't. I run or work out just about every day and at 5"6", 126 pounds with firm 34b's, still have a good figure. I also have a nice, if not pretty face, and thanks to my husband's estate and my job, can dress and live well. No, it's just that the good guys seem mostly seem to be taken. Trite, I know, but true. As my girlfriend Jenny says "If they aren't married by this time - there's a reason and, baby, you don't want to know what it is!" Of course, all of this is another way of saying that sex is pretty much a solitary activity these days. Not that I mind orgasms for one, but it would be nice to be held and caressed, maybe even kissed someplace other than on the cheek.....Anyway that's all about me, except of course for Julie, my daughter, light of my life, giggling partner and all around best friend who would be pretty shocked if she know what her mom was about to tell you. I first noticed Natalie about two months ago. Every third week I have to work from 4:00 p.m. to midnight, when the library closes. She came in about 7:00 one Monday evening and, I noticed her in part, because she was older than most of the other students, early thirties I guessed. She was also quite elegant looking, even in a simple skirt and sweater, with polished nails, white creamy skin and short, but beautifully done auburn hair. As she signed in, I saw that she wore a wedding ring and I thought that she was either a married grad student, or more probably a professional person, doing some research. She carried a small leather attache bag and went directly to a computer terminal. I went back to work and had stopped thinking about her, when she came up to my desk with a list. Giving me a quick smile, she handed it to me and asked if I would help her find the references on it. Looking at the piece of paper, I was both a little embarrassed and intrigued. She had a list of items from Nancy Friday's Secret Garden to articles from Girlfriend and On Our Backs magazines. Some of the titles I didn't recognize, but those I did were almost all female erotica, dealing mainly with masturbation. The source of my embarrassment is obvious, but what intrigued me was that almost any high school girl could have found these references. I wondered why she needed help or if she just wanted to make sure someone (me? whoever was at the desk?) knew what she intended to read and was interested in doing. Taking the list from her, I walked out from behind the desk to help her find the books and articles she wanted. It took about 30 minutes, after which she thanked me, giving me a tight little smile. Then she headed for the old metal framed stacks in the back of the library. My mind was still buzzing with the titles we had pulled, and I would have liked to follow her, but there were a couple of people standing at the research desk, so I went back to work. And as the night wore on, I stopped thinking about her until she signed out. I spun the register around after she left and took note of her name: Natalie. She came in twice more that week, each time going first to the computer to look up titles and then coming to me for help in pulling them. Some were the same books or pieces she had pulled the last time, but I didn't say anything - she seemed to want to make sure I knew what she was reading and that fascinated me. She dressed simply, but well, favoring skirts with buttons down the front or side and cashmere sweaters or a silk blouse. The last time she came in that week, I managed to follow behind her at a discrete distance to see where she went in the stacks. She had found a small nook that was quite private. It had a desk and was bordered on the sides by the backs of large filing cabinets. In the rear it butted up against the wall of a glassed enclosed, air conditioned room where fragile reference material is kept. The glass room is normally used only during the working day, so it was dark and empty. I knew that from inside I could get a pretty good view of her, but from any other vantage all one would see would be her back. Letting myself into the glass room, without turning on the lights, I walked quietly around the shelves until I could see her from a slightly oblique angle. I was standing in the dark, next to a row of books about five or six feet from her. Peering between the volumes, I saw her facing me, sitting slightly away from the desk. Her skirt was unbuttoned all the way up and she wasn't wearing panties. Her legs were spread wide, her hand between them, moving slowly up and down against her swollen pussy and caressing the inside of her thighs, her bright red nails contrasting erotically with the soft white skin. She was staring at something on the desk in front of her, I suppose reading one of the references we had pulled, slowly stroking herself. I found, to my surprise, that the scene in front of me was rather arousing and I felt that old familiar tingle start between my own legs. I had never seen another woman doing that to herself, unless you count the time I had accidentally walked in on Julia in the bathroom. (That had been a little embarrassing for both of us, but we had had a frank discussion and I let her know that masturbation was a normal activity that most people, myself included, enjoy.) This of course, was quite different. I watched Natalie for several minutes, and had begun to wonder how she continue to touch herself with such studied indifference, when suddenly she closed her eyes and slipped lower in her chair. Her head went back a bit as she brought both of her hands to her crotch. Her pussy was very open now and clearly glistening with moisture. As she separated her lips with one hand, I could see her clit standing up, clear of its sheath. She started flicking it with the middle finger of her left hand, while she ran two fingers of her right up and down her slit. Dipping into herself, she brought her moisture back up to her clitty to lubricate the fingers dancing over the little button. With even realizing it, my right hand had slipped into my slacks and under my cotton panties. I was very wet and could feel myself opening. My eyes were riveted on Natalie as I ran my fingers up and down my swollen inner lips, which are very large and sensitive. I felt myself going a little weak in the knees and couldn't believe I was actually masturbating in the dark, in the glass room, while watching a woman I'd barely met, do herself. The thought made me hotter and without willing it, I felt my thumb start rubbing my erect clitty while my fingers started to push up and into me. Natalie by this time was very close. Her fingers were furiously pumping in and out as she continued to rub her clit. Suddenly, I saw her stiffen and then start to shake, her mouth wide open, but without sound. Her eyes squeezed shut and her right hand all but disappeared inside of her; she ground her palm into her button as her body started to convulse and her bottom lifted off the chair. About that time, without even expecting it, I went off like a firecracker. I had to reach for one of the shelves to steady myself and stifle my urge to moan as waves of pleasure washed over me and I felt my insides spasm and spasm. By the time my head started to clear, Natalie was wiping herself off and buttoning her skirt. I desperately wanted to be at the front desk when she signed out, but I didn't see how I could get out of the glass room before she left her cubicle, so I hung back in the shadows waiting for her leave. As she gathered her things, she suddenly looked into the dark glass wall in front of her and smiled. She could have been smiling at her reflection in the dark glass, but it almost felt like she was smiling at me. Then she left. I went on days the following Monday and wasn't in the library at night again for over two weeks. I had lots of time to mull over and relieve what I had witnessed with Natalie. At night, in my bed, I would think about red fingernails against her white thighs, her manicured fingers dipping into her swollen pussy and flicking her erect little clit. And I would masturbate myself to lovely orgasms, wanting to see it all over again and again. During the day I wonder about her motivation, her desires. I kept coming back to that list and her insistence that I (or someone?) help her pull those books and articles each time she came into the library. The inescapable conclusion was that she wanted me to know what she was thinking about doing. And not only that. Her choice of that particular cubicle, way in the back away from everything, facing the glass room made me think she wanted me to see her doing it. And I wanted to see her, too, so I decided to test my little hypothesis. I wrote a story about a librarian watching a woman patron masturbate back in the stacks, and planned to slip it into her pile of material the next time she came in. She didn't come into the library until Thursday of my next evening shift. I had just about given up seeing her again, when I looked up from my desk and there she was, standing in front of me. Giving me her tight little smile, she reached out those lovely manicured fingers with the red nails and gave me her list. Almost wordlessly, we went through the aisles and pulled her material. As I handed her the last periodical, I slipped a copy of my two page story into it and, then went back to my desk. I let a couple of minutes pass for Natalie to settle herself and then told the grad student working with me that I was going to be in the stacks for a while. Letting myself into the glass room, I took up the same position between the shelves and watched. Natalie was sitting at the desk, her head in her hands reading. I couldn't see exactly what. After a moment, she pushed back a little and reached down to undo the large pin holding the her little kilt together. Pushing the fabric aside, she spread her legs and again I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. Reaching up, she unbuttoned the front of her white blouse and as her left hand disappeared inside her blouse, her right started gently caressing the lips of her already swollen pussy. I had felt my own moisture start as soon as Natalie had walked in that evening, and reaching up under my skirt, I found my panties already quite wet. Pushing them down over my thighs, I let them fall around my ankles, careful to step out of them without falling. Bringing my hand back up, I started to stroke myself in time with Natalie's movements. My other hand found its way under my sweater and pushed my bra up, letting my breasts fall free. Twisting and pulling at my nipples, my eyes stayed glued to Natalie. I felt my breath quicken as she suddenly slipped off her shoes and brought her knees up, resting her stockinged feet on the seat of the chair. I could see straight into that lovely, soaked puss, as her fingers continued to move up and down, stroking her lips and circling up and over her erect button, then dropping back down again into the wet folds of her flesh. Her other hand, which had been moving back and forth against her breasts suddenly dropped down to her crotch. Her lovely orbs fell free for a moment as she looked down at herself, the nipples erect and angry looking. Then leaning back again, she started rubbing herself in earnest, the fingers of her left hand dancing back and forth over her clitty, those of the right moving up and down inside those wet lips, faster and faster. Suddenly, her head went back and her eyes closed, as she pressed the palm of her right hand tight against her clit and started moving its fingers in and out of her vagina. Pushing down on her right hand with her left, she started bucking up against those penetrating fingers, seemingly trying to push them deeper and deeper. By now, the thumb of my right hand was rubbing back and forth across my clit, while my fingers plumbed the depth of my own vagina. My left hand was twisting and pulling my right nipple and I was getting very, very close. At that moment, Natalie's butt fell back into the chair and her legs shot out in front of her almost hitting the desk. As her stocking feet curled, I could see her hand pulsing with the spasms that were going through her body, causing her to almost knock her chair over. I went off then, too, cumming in a warm cascade all over the fingers still deep within me. I felt the waves wash over and over me, spinning me and then gradually bringing me back to earth. When I finally was able to look out again at Natalie, she had taken a little cloth from her bag and was wiping her fingers and the inside of her thighs. I groped around on the floor for my panties, and then used them to clean myself up as well. Wondering what to do with them (I couldn't very well put them back on or just leave them on the floor) I finally tossed them on top of one of the shelves. Turning back, I saw that Natalie had gotten all of her things together and was about to leave. Once more, she looked directly at the glass wall and smiled. Then she turned around and left. I waited a few minutes and then let myself out. When I got back to my desk I asked the grad student if anything had happened. Nothing, he said, except that a woman had dropped a note on my desk as she went out. I could feel my heart starting to pound again, as I picked up the piece of folded paper. Opening it, I saw that it was the story I had slipped into one of Natalie's periodicals. Across the bottom she had written "Now that you've watched me twice, how do we arrange for me to watch you? Natalie." I felt my pussy start to get very moist again. The Stacks Inspired by a friends fantasy. * * * I had watcher her many times before, climbing up and down that ladder, placing the books on the shelves. Ahh my favorite librarian. Always wearing a skirt and some kind of knee high boots, her creamy thigh placing teasing thoughts in my mind "One day I'm going to fuck her silly," I thought, "One day." And that one day came sooner than I thought. I had come to the library this night, needing a book for exam I had the next day. It was relatively empty, save for the few employees and other students reading up for a test. I was walking toward the section where I knew the book to be, turning down between the stacks, I came to a dead stop. At the top of the ladder, there she was. Clad in a tight white blouse, black silk skirt with the most astounding pair of knee high leather boots I had ever seen. She looked over as my presence was noticed, smiling, to which I returned, but she had already gone back to work, "Now or never," I said to myself. Walking over to near the ladder, I grabbed a book from the shelf and let it fall to the ground. I bent down to pick it up, smiling as I looked up from the ground. I had to gasp a little, I thought I'd just be looking at some panties...but to my surprise...and delight...I saw nothing but a pair of beautifully shaved lips, pale like the rest of her skin, but still made my mouth water...and my cock twitch. I looked back at my book as she came down the ladder. When she reached the last rung, I sprung up, grabbing around her waist with one arm, my other moving up to cover her mouth with my hand as my mouth got close to her ear, "Don't scream...I'm not gonna hurt you...I've watched you for so long...and I know you've watched me...so just enjoy this...I know I will." I took a nip at her ear with my lips, tugging on the soft lobe, as my hand around her waist dropped under her skirt, grazing against her sex, feeling a drip of moisture and the heat of her flesh rising as my fingers explored her. I felt a little twinge of pain, my cock was painfully erect, nestled between her ass cheeks, doing a soft grind as my hand worked on her pussy, "Damn she's getting wet," my mind echoed...this is gonna be more fun than I thought. Moving my hand from her mouth, she took a playful nip at my fingers, to which I pressed up against her harder. Pulling my hand from her skirt, I brought it up to my mouth, sucking off her juices, she was tangy, and I wanted more...but that would come later. I reached down, unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants, I had decided it would be easier without underwear today, so my rigid prick sprung up, slapping my stomach. I bent down a little, pulling up her skirt, her two beautiful white ass cheeks greeted me, I couldn't resist...I just had to feel them, knead them, spank them....So I did! Two loud slaps resounded through out the library as my hand hit the supple flesh, quickly turning them red. But I wasn't here for that...well...I was...but I had something I needed to do. She fell forward as my arm pushed against her back, the other grasping my turgid cock, pressing against her dripping snatch, pushing in slowly, savouring the feel of her muscles as they rippled against my shaft, inch by inch I sunk into her, till I bottomed out, my balls nestled up against her rigid clit. But that exquisite position lasted mere moments, my body demanded more, hips pulled back, slowly, until only the very tip remained inside her, I grasped firmly at her shoulders, thrusting forward hard, burying my length into her, to which she screamed out loud, everyone there must have heard her, but I couldn't care less, instead focusing on our movement, the rhythmic thrusting sending shivers up and down her spine, feeling her body shudder, hearing her breath become ragged. My hand found its way into her hair, pulling on it as we fucked, I could feel her walls squeeze in tighter on me and I knew her orgasm was coming...as was mine. Pulling her up close to me, I thrust one last time, hard and into, crashing against her cervix, feeling a gush of her liquids spill down my shaft, my own cum spurting out, coating her quivering walls, seeping out down her legs. As I pulled out, I left the head of my cock run between her ass cheeks, a little bead of my cum spreading on her flesh, "That will be for next week," I whispered as bit her ear one last time. I cleaned myself up quickly, leaving her on the ladder, panting with a thick stream of our cum running down her leg, smiling as I walked away with my book. * * * That was my first attempt at writing any sort of story...any comments or criticism are welcome. The Stacks First attempt at this... first submission, too. I might write more if the response isn't too harsh! Thanks! _____________________ Never before, in his thirty-five years, has mail posed such a problem. Yet, here he was, at the end of his drive-way and staring down at what was most likely a bill. The week before he had did a number on his back at the gym. He knew better than to take a racket ball challenge from Steve, they were always too competitive. "Dan, how are you doing?" a deep male voice brought him out of his mail-time thoughts and lifted a hazel colored gaze to the man coming toward him. "Hey there, Frank, could be better, yourself?" Managing a smile as Dan stood at the end of his drive in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Frank grinned back as he reached his mailbox. The man was about ten years older, dark hair and brown eyes, a trim mustache and dressed similarly to the way he was. "Can't complain, dropped some mail there," Frank would point and Dan would sigh. "I did, but I threw my back out so it's going to stay there, just like everything I've dropped in my house and the grass clippings in the pool." Light eyes gave the mail a death glare before Frank chuckled and came over to his neighbor. "A real mess, huh? Tell you what, I'll send Rose over in awhile to see if she can help," Frank would say as he bent to get the bill for him and handed it over. "You don't have to do that, I doubt she'd want to waste her time," this made Dan pause a moment as he took the mail. "Though, I'd be willing to pay her. What seventeen year old wouldn't want some money for the mall?" It was Frank's turn to laugh again, Dan smiled. "Good point, if I let her up there as often as she wanted. I'll send her over in a bit. Feel better, Dan." "Thanks, Frank," the men parted and would head up their respective driveways to their homes. --- Rose was ready for her father to go to work. She was home schooled - except for gym and science - and he was like a hawk during those hours. She was seventeen and wanted to slack off like teenagers do, take some times to daydream instead of working on algebra or whatever alphabet and numerical soup that was in the book before her. He had gone out to get the mail and in that short time, she'd let her forehead hit the page and groan, soft ginger locks falling over the book. It was almost summer break for the regular kids, though her school went year round. It was a pain in the butt! Her father was so strict, not that she knew anything else. Her mother ran off when she was four and he had been wildly over protective since then. She couldn't totally blame him, she might do the same thing in his shoes, but boy, was she tired of it. The door opened and her head snapped up and she tried to clear the glazed over look in soft blue eyes. "Rose, I think we're finished for today. I have to head into the office, but Dan next door threw his back out pretty bad and I said you'd give him a hand," Frank smiled at his daughter as she looked half put out, the other half she wasn't sure about. "He said he'd give you some money for helping," and there was the smile on her pink lips. "Alright," she'd say, closing the book and all but running past him to the door to get away from her math work. She had been over to Dan's house many times, he let them use her pool and during neighborhood gatherings she would help bring food and drinks in and out of his house to the deck in the back. He was a nice man, cute, too, but she had always had that school girl crush on him. Coming up to his front door, she'd absently straighten the white tank top and blue jean shorts she wore. Knocking, out of the corner of her eye she could see her dad's black SUV back out of the drive way and off down the road. At least she was out of the house, Rose thought as the door opened and a smiling Dan appeared. -- It wasn't until the last year that Dan noticed how much Rose had grown up. From an awkward girl to soft curves and rounds and sweet smiles. It always struck him upon first glance, whether it be her on the side of his pool sunbathing or just going to get the mail, like now when he opened the door to his current wreck of a home. She'd smile back at him and her back even felt a little better. And then he felt like a cad, because she was young and to her, he must be a very old lecherous man. "Hey Rose, thanks for coming over. Your dad told you I'd pay, right?" Making sure she knew he wasn't going take advantage of her kindness. She'd smile wider at him, white teeth flashing between pink lips. He'd step slowly aside and her smile would fade a little. "Yep! Really did a number on your back, Dan?" She'd tilt her red head as she watched him move and she'd walk into his house. It wasn't as bad as she imagined it would be, but there were obvious things out of place. A few books or magazines on the floor, cups and plates on the coffee table. He'd ruefully smile as he nodded a little and closed the door. "Yeah, no fun getting old," he'd joke and she'd laugh. It made her cheeks turn a bit pink and he couldn't help but smile more at it. He was such a dork, Dan thought. "You aren't old, Dan," Rose would quip back before she'd look back at him, "Let me get started. I'll pick up stuff and then you can tell me where to go with it and where you cleaning stuff is." She loved it when he smiled at her, it made her feel tingly all over, a new sensation, but pleasant all the same. He'd agree and off to work she'd go as he went over to the couch to sit down. His home was an open layout, the living room connected to a hall that lead to a set of bedrooms, a half bath, and then a large bathroom attached to the master bedroom. The other part of the living room was attached to a small dinning area that bled into the kitchen. From there the deck just beyond a sliding glass door and his nice backyard with pool. The washer and dryer were in the basement where the game room was and another family room like area. "I guess the dishes go in the kitchen and you can just pile the books and mags on the coffee table next to the laptop. The normal places, if you don't mind. The dishwasher is clean, the bottom drawer, I couldn't unload it." "Not a problem," Rose replied, "Its a lot less worse than I thought it would be," she'd laugh as she said it, reaching into her pocket to pull out a hair tie and she'd absently twist her locks away from her face. It was now that she started getting things together and Dan was absorbed by her. Watching her bend and twist to pick things up. She had grown, he thought again, that heart shaped ass in the air and he felt like a man in the desert dying for water. Another downfall to having screwed up his back so badly - he hadn't felt like calling his semi-regular friend with benefits. He felt like an old man and wallowed in his pity, but then he was left here lusting after the ripe peach that was his neighbor. Granted, he would be doing that regardless. It didn't take her too long to pick up the living room and kitchen, she was helping him back up from the couch to go to the other part of the house. "You don't have to worry about the basement, I can't get down there," he'd smile at her as he lead her down the hall. "Or that bathroom." "Okay, what about this room?" She'd go to the second bedroom and look in. A weight set and bench press were in there, some instructions tacked to to a cork board, mirrors lining one wall and then a strange black half barrel item on a mat was in front of the mirrors. It had a flesh pink stripe of plastic - or it looked like plastic to her - on top of it with little groves and bumps. "You have work out room!" "Uh, yeah," Dan started as he followed her, having forgotten his ex-girlfriend's sybian machine was in there. When he saw it though, he flushed red and started to fumble how to get her out of the room. "Nothing needing picking up in here," he'd start. "What's this? I recognize the rest from gym," she'd point to the one in the corner by the mirror before looking back at the man. She was petite, but he wasn't all that tall for a man. He was red-faced and she'd move forward concern masking her pretty features, "Are you alright?" "Uh, its for.. ah, meditation, my ex left it here," he started and when she turned on him, he felt a little more faint, as if he was caught in a lie. Which he would be, but instead those sweet features looked concerned and he'd shake his head some. "I need to sit down, here, I'll show you the bedroom," which sounded just as sleazy as telling a teenager that a masturbation device was for meditation. Leading her to his bedroom, he'd sit on the unmade bed. It was more books and cups, papers and the like spread around the room, the bathroom had the usual usage cleaning needs. "Do you need anything?" She'd ask and his head shook, the flush going away and his hand lifted to push back a flop of dark brown hair from his brow. "I'm fine now, thanks," he'd smile weakly at her as he moved some pillows and sat back and brought his legs up onto the bed. "Dad's letting me take a yoga class," she'd start and the red was immediately back on Dan's face. "They encourage meditation on our own, too, do you think I could try using that? I haven't quiet gotten the hang of it, I always start thinking about things to do or I want to do." She'd smile at him as she bent to pick up a pillow that fell off the bed, the neckline of her tank fell open a little to reveal a white cotton bra. This day just went weird and Dan wasn't entirely opposed to it, though he was sure it was just him that noticed. "Yeah, sure," he'd say. He had to fight the images of this sweet young redhead writhing about on that machine, dropping his gaze from her. "I'll clean the bathroom and let you get some rest. I can come back tomorrow to do some laundry if you want," Rose smiled at Dan again as she set the stack of books on his nightstand. "Sound alright?" "Oh, yeah, sounds great. That might take awhile though," he'd clear his throat, his own light colored eyes watching her. "Bring your swimsuit, you can use the pool between loads if you want. I have to find my checkbook, but I can pay you tomorrow, if that's alright?" The ginger head bobbed before she'd go to the bathroom, humming as she worked. About a half hour later, he was alone again with a fierce hard-on and thoughts of the girl next door's ass. --- The following day, just as Rose said she would, she came over after her father left for work. She put up her shoulder blade length waves into a ponytail and decided she'd wear her new bikini. If her dad was home, it would have been a one piece, but she'd cover it up before going over to Dan's house. If she was honest with herself, she would have said it was because she liked the way Dan looked at her when he thought she couldn't see him. As it was, she just didn't want so many tan lines. Or so she told herself. The little blue bikini was tied at the hips, the top at the back of her neck and under her shoulders blades. Pulling up some running pink running shorts and another white tank, she'd push her feet into flip flops and off she went. It was a treat to spend sometime at the pool without a load of other people around, and she was getting paid for it! Not at all a bad deal. The day before she gathered up the laundry, she just needed the sheets off his bed and she'd be ready to start the wash. Knocking on the door, she heard a "Come in!" and walked in to find Dan getting up from the couch, bare chested, and in a pair of black cotton shorts. He wasn't muscular, to say, but he wasn't fat either. A lean average, a lightly haired chest, and broad shoulders. Just like she remembered from the last pool party. He was smiling at her and she'd shut the door behind her. "Hi, you don't need to get up for me. I'll get the wash started," she'd smile back, pink pout parting to show her teeth. "Sure, brought your suit?" He'd ask as he bent slowly to pick up his glass of iced tea from the coffee table. He had taken a few pain-killers about an hour before and he was feeling alright at the moment, still stiff and sore, but the pain was lessened. "I'll meet you out by the pool?" "Works for me," she'd get to work then, pausing in the kitchen with her arms full of bedsheets to see a check on the table. A decent amount for not that much work, she was over the moon. With the first load started, she'd run up the stairs and out to the backyard. The day was warm and beautiful. Without much thought, she'd hop down to the pool, Dan on a lounger, and she'd strip out of her clothes. Dan had put sunglasses on, in hopes to not be so obvious in his leering, though he was sure he wasn't completely concealed. He knew he should have worn jeans or something, something that wouldn't give in case he pitched a tent, which he was threatening to do now. Did Rose know how hot she was? She didn't act like that, which was probably a lot of the blue eyed red head's appeal. That and her soft body. He'd never seen her in a two piece and she filled it out nicely. Breasts were pert and high, a teenagers bounce, her ass was a matching good handful like the top of her. Shapely thighs, elegantly shaped back and stomach, she was losing her baby fat and probably had that yoga class to thank for it. All peaches and cream skin, not the usual mottled freckled skin you'd associate with gingers. Dan shifted in the lounger a little, reaching for the magazine he brought with him and absently, or tried to look absent, set it over his lap as his cock began to stir. She'd shoot him a smile and into the water she went. Coming up shortly after the dive, she'd gasp and giggle, "Ooh! Not as warm as I thought it would be!" "Yeah, sorry about that!" She'd swim across the pool a few times before getting out and coming toward him. The suit clung to her and her nipples were hard through the wet blue fabric, she was so hot, Dan thought for the tenth time since she arrived. And so young. He was disgusting but wasn't about to stop. She'd climb onto the lounger next to him, in the sun. "Done with swimming?" "For now! I want some sun, I feel like I've been inside for years," she grinned before closing her eyes and settling back into the seat. He wanted to reach over and touch her, a slender arm, her bare stomach, definitely those tits. They laid like this for awhile in companionable silence, she'd roll over eventually and he'd take in the backside of her from behind his glasses. Eventually, she'd get up to go change the laundry. He'd get up as well, slowly making his way back to the kitchen with his empty cup to refill. It was there he met up with Rose again. "I was going to look up that exercise thing you have, but I couldn't remember what it was called. Do you think I could try it out?" Rose asked. Dan was in mid drink before he started choking and sputtering. Fuck! He didn't think she'd really want to.. or cared about it, what teenagers cared about 'meditation'? Apparently, this one did. It shouldn't have surprised him, she was a bright girl and seemed to try her best at everything. If she was having trouble with her meditation for yoga, she'd want to figure out a way to excel, even if it was a lie. And then he though... why not? "Well, I could.. but," he'd start and took off his glasses. Her soft blue eyes were on him and he thought his chest couldn't tighten with want anymore. "You can't tell anyone. They are expensive and then the whole street will want to try it. My ex really loved it, but she went out of the country and couldn't take it with her." "Oh, do you use it often?" Rose said as she leaned into the kitchen counter. "Ah, no, I'm not really one to use it. You need two people for it, one to turn it on and use the controls, the other uses it to meditate.. or something like that. She never really explained it all to me." He said slowly as he tried to think on his feet about this lie. "I won't tell!" She'd grin at him and he thought he might faint on the spot. "If you're sure," he'd breathe. "Yeah, let's go, do I need to change?" "No, stay like you are, its perfect, you look really cute in it," and he blushed as she smiled all the brighter at her. They would go down the hall, Dan almost hyperventilating at what was about to happen. Either she'd keep going with it and like it, or she'd wheel about and have him arrested. "Now, this thing will shake and stuff, but its suppose to help you.. ah, find your center. You can tell me to turn it up or down, but we'll start on the easy stuff, alright?" "Ok, how do I use it?" She'd ask as he sat on the weight bench. "Hand me that controller, and then you straddle the pink part there and press down into it, make yourself comfortable. When you are, let me know and we'll give it a whirl," his heart was beating a mile a minute as she bent over. Good God, that ass! And then handed back the controller which had a thick black cord that lead to the sybian. Rose would nod some, looking at the machine before she would step over it and then knelt. If she was allowed to take the sex ed part of science, this might have been making her uncomfortable. As it stood, she wasn't even allowed to watch rated R films, her father was that over protective. The Internet was parent controlled and other things like that. She'd wiggle some on the machine as she got comfortable and then bobbed her head again. Her ponytail was drying into wild waves and she smile into the mirror back at Dan. "Ok, let's go!" "Close your eyes and breathe like your yoga instructor tells you to do," he'd turn it on and the machine started to hum a little. Slowly, the knobs were turned to the first setting and Rose would jerk straight in the seat. It made him chuckle, but he was getting hard at the same time. "Tell me if its too much!" He watched her shifting again and then trying to breathe, her suit was dry by now which was a shame. He liked the way it clung to her backside. Rose on the other hand was surprised by the vibrations between her thighs. At first it felt odd, but as she shifted her hips forward, it felt surprisingly good. Different, that was for sure, her breath was coming a little quicker, her heart beating faster, too. She was feeling hot and wanting to squirm. "You can move some, if you want, but don't get up," Dan would tell her, his own voice sounding thick as she breathed out again. "You don't have to be quiet, the ex never was," Dan encouraged as he had a full on hard-on as this girl was being masturbated - apparently without knowing it. He felt guilty, so very guilty at this, but he was too turned on to care at the moment. He wanted to touch himself, but that would have stopped the whole exercise if her eyes opened. Slowly, he'd turn it up to just a bit higher setting, not wanting to startle her. "Uh!" She'd grunt out as her hands slid forward to hold the front of the machine. Her rounded hips were rocking a little, that fair frame flushed from scalp to soles. "Oh, wow," she'd say, "You.. you can turn, oh..it up?" Dan about shot off in his dark shorts, watching this nymph ask for more. He'd do as asked though and her body was suddenly shaking as she moaned louder, breathing hard. Her nipples were hard through the swimsuit and Dan tried to strangle a groan as he watched. And like that, Rose felt a swooping rush through her body, starting at her core and moving out, making her back arch and her body rub into the machine as it vibrated. Coming hard, she had no idea which way was up, but after it passed she panted and fell off to the side, trembling and holding her hands over her crotch. Dan turned the machine off and would have gone to the beauty's side if it wasn't for his back. "Oh God, wow!" She'd repeat a few times, rolling onto her back, her knees bent and parted, the mirrors showing a dark wet spot on the crotch of her swimsuit. "Oh wow," she'd breathe again as she opened her eyes. Dan put the heavy controller and his arms in front of his hard on, hoping that the dark fabric and that would mask his arousal. "Can I try that again? Not now but.. some other time?" She was positively glowing as she looked up at him from the floor. The Stacks "Sure, when ever you want, but its our secret, remember?" She'd nod some and close her eyes, coming down from her high. Dan excused himself after that and went to his bathroom to furiously jack himself off. He didn't think he could get any harder, but when she asked to try it again, that was all he could do from touching himself. What he really wanted to do was to take her, but he knew that was out of the question. From the way she reacted, the looks that passed her face in the mirror, that had to be her first time enjoying herself in such a way. Damn! He felt like a creep but he wanted to watch it again.