4 comments/ 48095 views/ 30 favorites The Fortuitous Exposure of Samantha By: AquaHolic0120 She was a 25 year old, stunning 5'10" brunette, who had moved into the neighborhood over the winter. I hadn't paid much attention to her until I was out in my yard this past spring, getting my lawn ready to withstand and thrive during the upcoming summer. I was going about my business when I heard grunts and groans coming from the next yard. It sounded like someone was struggling with something, or a person that was experiencing pain from an injury they had just sustained. I stopped what I was doing and walked over to the fence. I saw a person lying on her back with one leg stretched across the other, with slight pain in her sweat covered face. She wasn't moving much, with the exception of her hips slightly twisting in the direction of the leg that was going in a 90 degree direction from the rest of her body. My first thought was that she was trying to get that leg back in line with the other and was having a hard time. I excused myself and asked her if she was alright, or if she needed help with anything. Her movement stopped and her face conformed back to normalcy. She turned her face in my direction and said, "Excuse me?" A few seconds later, she said, "Oh ... no, I'm fine, just trying to stretch the winter from my muscles. Sorry I disturbed you, but thanks for asking." "Glad to hear that you're okay. I'm sorry I bothered you." I then gave a short wave as I started to turn back to my own work. My thoughts were already directed to her long legs and her three quarter length spandex Capri joggers that contoured her firm, round, young bottom. But those thoughts left my mind as quickly as they entered it. She suddenly responded, and said, "You didn't bother me at all. It's comforting to know that there's a neighbor who cares about others. I don't know very many people in this town, so it's reassuring and nice to meet someone close by." She got up and walked in my direction. When she got to the fence she extended her hand, and said, "I'm Samantha, but everybody calls me Sam." "You don't look like a Sam to me ... pleased to meet you, Sam. I'd prefer calling you Samantha, if you don't mind. I'm Tucker, but everybody calls me Tuck." I gave a little laugh hoping she'd pick up on me copying her introduction. She laughed also, and countered, "Pleased to meet you as well, Tuck. I'd prefer calling you Tucker, if you don't mind," then displayed the prettiest smile I've ever seen. "A pretty, witty, quick thinking young lady ... very refreshing," I thought to myself. "Well, Tucker, you've got to get back to your yard and I've got to get back to my stretching exercises. It's been a long winter for both of us. It was a pleasure meeting you." "Yeah, it still gets dark early this time of year. The pleasure was all mine, Samantha. Have a great afternoon." "You too ... See ya!" It was nice to see some youth moving into the neighborhood. And a nice young girl at that! I went back to my yard work, trying to beat the sunset. A few weeks had gone by with little communication between me and my new neighbor, other than the customary wave and hello as our paths crossed. I don't know why, but I began looking forward to seeing her in passing. The weather had warmed up, and my flowers were just beginning to bud. I was checking out the new growth, when I was distracted. "Good morning, Tucker! Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day." "Good morning, Samantha. Yeah, I love this time of year. Off to work?" I felt a burst of pleasure seeing her this early in the morning. She just brightened up my day, for reasons I didn't quite understand and didn't question. It wasn't a sexual thing; those thoughts never entered my mind. Her youthful energy, along with her genuine pleasant personality, was just so refreshing and invigorating. I did admire her statuesque figure and stunning beauty, however. "Yep, off to work. I'm glad it's Friday. I'm looking forward to the weekend." I knew she didn't have time for conversation, but I asked her anyway. "Have you got big plans for the weekend?" thinking that might be the reason she mentioned she was looking forward to it. "No, no big plans. It's just that this week has been uncharacteristically hectic ... Hey, if you don't have any plans for tomorrow, why don't we have lunch on my patio? I make an awesome shrimp salad! It might be nice just sitting together and getting to know a little more about each other, other than our names. Think about it ... let me know tonight when I get home," she bubbly replied. "I don't have to think about it. I'd love having lunch with you tomorrow, Samantha. Do you want me to pick up anything while you're at work?" "No, but thanks just the same. I'll stop to pick up what I don't already have on my way home. Okay, I've got to get going. See you when I get back. Have a wonderful day, Tucker." "You too. Don't work too hard." I stood there and watched her walk to her car, admiring her grace and poise as she entered her car and backed out of her driveway. I wondered if she'd be so friendly if I weren't old enough to be her grandfather, as I walked back to my house. I must admit, I felt some excitement at the thought of having lunch together and felt myself getting a little flush. When Samantha got home, we agreed to have lunch around 1 P.M. the next afternoon. She told me that the time we set was not written in stone and that I could just come over a little earlier, if I chose. My thoughts seemed to keep going back to how pleasantly friendly, and gracious she was for such a young woman. She obviously came from a fine family who had taught her well. Saturday came with a glorious blue sky and a bright sun. I was ready by eleven, but like most from my generation, we rarely overstepped our bounds, or took advantage of openings, so I sat and began reading the morning newspaper. About an hour later, my front doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Samantha began rattling on about how she had to run to the store to buy mayonnaise, she had just run out. I was listening to her, but my eyes were admiring her. She was wearing a light T-shirt that only went down to just above her naval, exposing her well defined, flat stomach, along with her pert nipples, which looked like they were about to tear through the fabric of her thin shirt. She looked stunning, and sexy. Once my eyes left that lovely sight and moved down below her tits and bare belly, I saw that she was wearing a pair of very loose, lightweight shorts that flowed with the slightest movement, giving the appearance it was a fine, expensive fabric. This observation took but a few seconds, and my thoughts went back to the current conversation. I stuttered while telling her that I had an unopened jar in the cupboard that she could have, and invited her in. When I brought her the mayonnaise, I smiled and simply told her to take it to save herself a trip. Samantha took the jar, gave me one of her gorgeous smiles, and said, "Same brand I use, perfect! Thank you very much, this'll save me some time. Give me about a half hour, then you can come over anytime you're ready." She then gingerly turned and walked to the sidewalk. I remained standing there, admiring her beauty and natural poise, once again. Her shorts flowed much like a skirt, but didn't hide her lovely ass and its movements as she walked. In my mind, she would've made a great model. I felt a slight sensation in my cock and balls that I'd not felt in years. I reminded myself that I had to consider Samantha as a neighbor, nothing more, and leave it at that. I was also very much aware of our age difference. I went back to my newspaper, trying to channel my thoughts in a different direction. I couldn't wait to spend the afternoon with her, but didn't want to appear too anxious and possibly give her any wrong impression of me. I didn't start making my way to her yard until 12:45 and knocked on her sliding doors on the patio. She walked up to the doors with a big welcoming smile and her firm, young tits jiggling with every step, still in the same clothing as earlier. I held up a bottle of Russiz Superiore, a refreshing, citrusy Pinot Grigio that really compliments any shellfish, along with two stemmed, wine goblets. I then told her that I'd wait outside and if she needed any help with anything, to just sing out. Samantha looked at the wine, and said, "Outstanding! That's something else I forgot to pick up. I'll be just a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable and pour us each a glass." I opened the bottle of wine and poured each glass about half full. A few minutes later I heard a tapping on the glass slider. Samantha was standing there, carrying a large tray with the salad and larger than normal, hot dog buns, looking down at the door latch. I got up and opened the door for her and she stepped out, said thanks, and placed the tray on the table. She said, "There's plates and utensils, if you don't like sandwiches." She then picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. "What a wonderful tasting wine,. Great choice, Tucker!" She put the glass to her nose and smelled slowly. "What a nice aroma ... or should I say bouquet?" She then gave a soft, two syllable giggle-like laugh. I told her she could've just said that it smelled nice, and that would've been fine with me. "I'm not big on formalities ... I'm just a regular guy that likes the simple life." "That's great, it makes me feel like home, where a person can express their opinion without worrying about offending anyone. You can be who and what you are, back home. I knew there was a reason I liked you right from the start." We spent the whole afternoon enjoying each other's company, and getting to know about one another. It was one of the most pleasurable afternoons I'd had in quite some time. She was right, her shrimp salad rivaled the best I've ever tasted. I'm a bit embarrassed to say, but my eyes took advantage of every opportunity to get quick, and sometimes not so quick, looks at her. That beautiful young face, and especially, her firm tits and nipples, not to mention, her lovely, inviting ass, each time she got up. I also savored whatever peek I could get of her pussy area. I had constant tingling sensations in my stomach and balls all day. I felt like a lecher, and hoped I wasn't too obvious or offensive. She showed no indication that either was the case. Over the course of the afternoon, I learned that Samantha was from a very small, Mid-Western town, and went to an equally small, little known, local college, where she acquired her Master's Degree in Marketing. It took her seven and a half years, as she explained that after getting her Bachelor's degree, she had to work full time to save enough money to go back for her Master's. She said that her family was in no position to help financially. She went on to say that she had interviewed for her job in June of last year, right after graduation, and was hired with the understanding that she could not start before the beginning of this year. She wanted out of the small town environment, and knew that the only way she could "make her mark" in her field was to work for a large company in a big city. So, she accepted the position and the wait. It gave her time to find a suitable place to live without rushing into something, she reasoned. I headed home close to 6 P.M. extremely impressed with this very mature young lady, who was not full of herself, but confident and non-apologetic about the person she is, and yet, still genuinely pleasant, and down to earth. She carried herself well in every visible way. It was also obvious, by the butterflies I was feeling in my stomach, that I was equally impressed with her loveliness, and the slight, but very arousing views I got of her perfect body. At around 10 P.M. I decided to take a shower, unable to erase the vision of Samantha; her pert nipples showing through her T-shirt, her lovely ass, and how I came close to seeing her pussy when she moved a certain way. I was feeling the butterflies of arousal, and thought a shower might alleviate the feeling that had been all too foreign for a very long time. I got out of the shower and walked to my bedroom completely naked. I was about to put my light on when I noticed Samantha's bedroom light on, and her curtains wide open. I couldn't see her, and didn't know if she was in the room or not, so I walked up to my window in complete darkness to pull down my shade. Before I could put the shade down, Samantha came into view with just a huge towel wrapped around her. I knew I should just pull down the shade and walk away, but I couldn't. Instead, I backed up a few feet into the darkness, and continued watching her. My mind was racing, and I thought my heart was going to beat so hard it would burst. Samantha's mirrored dresser was opposite her window and afforded me a perfect, unobstructed view of her backside, along with her complete front, reflecting in the mirror as she stood in front of it. She began brushing and drying her hair. Her reaching and movement above her head caused the towel to loosen and fall to the floor, leaving her standing there with all her naked beauty for me to see. I gasped in awe and felt weak in the knees, as the tingles of a strong and powerful arousal began to take me over. Her ass was so firm and perfectly shaped. Her tits, although not large, were proportioned nicely to her body, and stood firm and proud. Her areolae were a very light pink and about silver dollar sized, with perfect size nipples, looking right back at her through the mirror. She was majestically elegant, and I found myself slowly stroking my still semi-erect cock. Samantha, evidently dropped something, or reached down to pick up something without bending her knees, giving me a clear look at her lovely shaved, 25 year-old pussy. My cock almost immediately sprung to a full erection and I began jerking it faster, with purpose now. I began imagining my cock sliding into her tight pussy and I began fantasizing that she knew I was watching her, and that she was putting on this show just for me, and I was in her bedroom with her. I began talking to her, as my voice began to shudder from breathing heavy, coupled with the speed of my hand moving up and down the shaft of my cock. My eyes were riveted on her lovely ass as I imagined my old cock between those young cheeks. She then reached up and cupped each of her breasts. She looked up to herself, and smiled, approvingly, and softly. I imagined she was looking and smiling at me. I began to grunt and moan, as I could feel my orgasm leaving my balls and shooting up the shaft of my cock. I gave out a few "OH's" and a few "AH's", and came so strong that my first stream of semen nearly hit the wall in front of me, and then heavily hit the hardwood floor, making a loud smacking sound. My cock kept throbbing as more semen shot out of it. I had not cum that much in many years. The whole experience was glorious, and I privately thanked Samantha. As I was about to reach for the shade, Samantha turned around, walked to her window, and reached for both curtains. As she was slowly closing them, I swore I saw a naughty, knowing smile appear on her face. I immediately drew down my shade and backed up a few steps. "Did she know I was watching her? Did she see me jerking off?" A thousand fucking questions raced through my mind. A cloud of shame and embarrassment immediately hung over my head. I wondered how I could ever face her again. I had already convinced myself that she was watching me, like I was watching her. I plopped on my bed, but couldn't fall asleep, fraught with guilt and concern. Sunday morning I was awakened by my doorbell. I threw on my robe and went to the door. It was Samantha, with a big smile on her face and a covered Cool Whip container in her hand. Seeing that I was still wearing my robe, and my white hair was messy and pillow combed, she got serious. "I'm sorry, did I wake you? I was just going for a run, and saw your car still in the driveway. You seemed to really enjoy my shrimp salad yesterday, so I put some in one of my very expensive plastic containers," she mockingly said, and without pausing, continued, "And brought a package of extra hot dog buns for you. I wasn't sure you'd still be home when I got back, so I thought I'd bring them to you now. Sorry Tucker." "Oh, thanks. Yeah, I over slept this morning. I had a difficult time falling asleep last night, for some reason. I appreciate it. This is the best shrimp salad I've ever eaten; the chopped hard boiled eggs and shredded carrots really made it special. Thanks, I'll have this for lunch. Oh, and don't worry about waking me. I needed to get up anyway." She smiled, and said, "I'm so glad you really liked it. Gotta run before the sun gets too hot. See you later, Tucker." She then turned and jogged down my walkway and out of sight. "What a great gal." I convinced myself, in a matter of minutes, that she had no idea I saw her last night. I didn't detect any change in her demeanor or voice inflection from yesterday. She's just a good person, a little naïve possibly, but it only magnifies her thoughtful and genuine kindness. The idea of her seeing me last night was just another figment of my imagination and fantasy. The summer went on and Samantha and I went about our own business, with the exception of an occasional relaxing evening of conversation maybe once every two weeks or so. And yes, once every so often, I'd see her in her bedroom after a shower, and I never ceased to take advantage of the situation to jerk off and cum, admiring and fantasizing. I always enjoyed and looked forward to those times. One evening on her patio, after we had become very comfortable with each other, I asked her why such a beautiful woman, inside and out like her, didn't have boys constantly at her door, or driving around the block, just to get a smile or wave from her. Being the open and honest person she is, she explained to me why. "Tucker, as you already know, I was born and brought up in a very tiny town out West where everyone knew and respected each other. There were boys in town, and we went through our little school crushes, but nothing ever got very serious; a kiss on the cheek was very bold and a big thing. I see now that the people in our town were still living in a past time. I'm not sorry about that. I'm kind of glad that I was fortunate enough to be exposed to that and learn how to respect and appreciate people, as they are." "I then attended an equally small and little known college. My social skills were not lacking; I just wasn't prepared to blend in with what the accepted mores and attitudes were, even though they would still seem backwards and mild by other kids in larger colleges who grew up in larger cities. I eventually met a boy, and we dated for a long time. I thought I was in love with him, and he always showed me the highest amount of respect. Inevitably, I gave in to my emotions, and his heated advances, and we had sex. It's funny looking back, but at that time, I felt like I had finally arrived," she gave a little chuckle. Samantha continued. "After a few months, and several sexual encounters with him, things began to change. His respect for me began to wane, not drastically at first, but enough to be felt and noticed by me. It progressively worsened, to the point that I had to make a very difficult and emotional decision. To fill the void of not having someone special in my life, I turned to running long distance. I think that my cautiousness, and possibly fear of getting hurt again like that, has caused me to be a bit stand-offish. Not being afraid to say no, seems to be baffling and unacceptable to men, and women alike, my age. Word like that travels very quickly, which I'm okay with. I'm still, and always will be, the naïve, small town girl to most, and I personally am kind of proud of that fact. I refuse to settle for less, just to conform and fit in." The Fortuitous Exposure of Samantha I walked away that night thinking how freaking refreshing it was to find someone who still thinks like that, but it didn't stop me from jerking off every time I saw her naked in her room. She had more character and higher standards than most people my age, let alone her own. We became very close neighbors in less than a year. There was nothing mutually sexual going on between us, not that I wouldn't mind, we just were very close friends. It was exhilarating being around her, and I was someone she felt she could trust, and depend on if needed. I sometimes wondered if I deserved her trust, because of my voyeuristic tendencies. Our evenings of me being the voyeur, and her being the unwitting exhibitionist continued, and I was cumming more than I had in over a decade. I had developed so many fantasies while watching Samantha expose her gorgeous body for me, while I masturbated and shot a load for her. And that was one of my fantasies: her purposely exposing herself, just for my pleasure. I enjoyed each and every one of them more than the previous one. During one of our conversations I'd found out when her birthday was, and there was a museum tour that she had mentioned a few times. It was obvious that she wanted to go on it, so I ended up deciding to buy her tickets for the tour as a birthday gift. Her birthday came and I had bought a cake for her. Her birthday fell on a Wednesday, so we celebrated it a few days early, the Saturday afternoon before, on my patio. We were sitting there, just enjoying conversation and a glass of wine, when I excused myself and went into the house. I came back out with a cake and a few lighted candles. She was surprised and elated that I had remembered, and loved the fact that she was not going to have to celebrate her birthday alone. She blew out the candles and we toasted her special day with a nice glass of wine. After each having a piece of her cake, she thanked me and gave me a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. That alone sent shivers up and down my spine, and even curled my toes, I think. I then told her there was something else, and handed her an envelope with a birthday card. Inside the card was a gift certificate for the tour for two people. When she opened the card, she was once again in shock, but this time, the shock was multiplied by ten. She looked up at me with the most innocent look of surprise and delight, and lurched at me and gave me a long and heartfelt hug saying, "Oh, thank you so much Tucker. This is more than I could ever have expected, and you never forgot about the tour. You're so wonderful." She then looked up at me and gave me a long kiss on the lips, and I could finally feel her body pressing against mine, just as I had imagined and fantasized about so many times. Her lips left mine, and still in each other's arms, she looked at me as tears ran down her cheeks. We parted and sat down. I told her that I didn't mean to make her cry, teasingly. She said that they were tears of joy, and called me a wonderfully thoughtful, sweet old man, and her best friend. She didn't know how much hearing her say that to me meant. She then looked at the gift certificate and said, "This is for two people." I said, that a tour is always more fun with someone to share it with, and that there must be someone she's friendly enough with at work, to join her. "Why don't you come with me? I can't think of anyone I'd rather go with. Come on, that would make me so happy," she cooed. I again, teasingly, said I could never turn down such a request from such a lovely face, but I have such a busy schedule, you'll have to give me two weeks advanced notice. She looked at me with a puzzled look, and then I smiled. We both broke out in laughter. "Great, it's settled then. How does two weeks from today sound to you? Can you squeeze that into your busy schedule?" I cradled my chin between my thumb and forefinger, as if in deep thought, making the "Hmm" sound. We both had another laugh. Knowing there was no answer coming, she said, "Okay, two weeks from today. Now, let's have another glass of wine." After a few more glasses of wine, Samantha decided to head on home. I carried her cake for her. As I put the cake in the kitchen, she stood in front of me and thanked me for a wonderful birthday. She then put her arms around my neck and drew in close and kissed me, longer than the casual kiss. My cock was against her stomach and her tits were pressing against my chest. The touch of her body against mine sent pins and needles throughout my entire body. I could feel my cock responding as she pulled away. She said that it was getting late and she still needed to shower. I wished her a good night, a happy birthday, once again, and turned and left. I couldn't wait to get home. Between the kissing and feeling her body against mine, I was hornier than a teenage boy looking at his first Playboy magazine. I was unbuttoning my shirt before I hit my back door. I was in my bedroom, with the lights off, stripping, when I saw Samantha's bedroom light go on. Her curtain was wide open and I took my normal position, completely naked. She came to her dresser and began removing her clothes. This was a new adventure for me, seeing her taking off her clothes. I could feel the excitement building within, when she pulled her top over her head, and shook it to get her hair back in place. Her tits were swaying from side to side, which gave my cock a reason to pulse. She then placed her fingers inside the elastic waistband of her shorts, and slowly began pulling them down. As they moved down, and the top of the crack of her ass came into view, she began swaying her hips, to assist in the removal of her shorts. Watching her ass sway, and her shorts fall to the floor, was so intense, my dick was already standing tall. She performed the same procedure while removing her panties. I was stroking my rigid old cock slowly. My eyes, transfixed on her lovely round, young ass, as I imagined my cock imbedded in her crease, slowly sliding up and down its length. Samantha then cupped both tits, and this time began massaging them in a sexual way. I was, once again, in fantasy heaven, with this lovely creature stimulating herself, or so it seemed to me. One hand slid down to her belly, and continued down to her vagina. For whatever reason, I stopped jerking and just enjoyed watching her sexually exploring herself. Her hand slid further down, completely covering her labia, and she began to rub slowly. I started stoking my cock again, as her hand sped up. She was masturbating also. The thought of us both masturbating together was overpowering, and I began talking to her, even though she couldn't hear me. That didn't matter to me. In my mind, I had my cock between the cheeks of her ass, probing, while she was rubbing her clit. My own tempo sped up along with hers. Her hand on her pussy moved deeper between her legs. I had a perfect view of all of this through the relaxation in the mirror. Samantha then slowly inserted one of her fingers into her pussy, as her eyes closed and her mouth opened, like she was saying, "Oh". She began finger fucking herself slowly, then inserted a second finger. She was now, completely consumed, and in the moment. "I have something much better than your fingers, for that sweet pussy of yours, my dear," I said aloud. "Let me make you cum ... cum with me Samantha," I continued, as if I were in her bedroom, with her. Her finger action sped up, as her hips thrust forward and downward to meet them. I was now jerking my cock as hard as I could. I saw her face contort and her body slightly convulse, like she was in the throes of agony. I knew better. I knew she was in the midst of an intense, powerful orgasm. I could feel myself rapidly approaching the very same pinnacle. We were experiencing and enjoying this together, as one. "Yes, my precious gem, cum for, and with me," I once again spoke to deaf ears. Just then, my sperm began rapidly traveling up the shaft of my cock. Samantha jerked her head back violently, and her knees buckled. We came at exactly the same time, my powerful stream of cum shooting forward in multiple spurts, as her juices flowed out of her pussy and onto her fingers. This was the best one yet, as I leaned forward, placing my hand against the wall for support, and she, supporting herself with the hand that was massaging her tit, now pressing on top of the dresser. We had done this together, as one, I convinced myself, and it was fucking outstanding. I slept well that night, as I'm sure she did. The Friday before our trip to the city, we got together and formulated a plan. I told her that I thought we should leave early and take the train in. The pro baseball team was playing at home that afternoon, and there surely would be heavy traffic. I suggested a great breakfast restaurant about mid-way from the train station and the location where we were to catch the tour bus, where we could enjoy a nice brunch. Everything was within walking distance. We could enjoy the walk, have a substantial meal, and grab a late afternoon snack while on the tour, then catch the 6 o'clock train back home. She thought that was a perfect plan, and agreed. Saturday morning greeted us with a bright sun and clear skies. It was going to be hot in the city that day, I figured. I was dressed and having a cup of coffee when Samantha arrived. She looked radiant and extremely desirous, as usual. Wearing a light blue pair of loosely fitted short-shorts, looking more like a short skirt, the style she preferred, it seemed. She had on a pastel yellow tube top, with no bra and an ample amount of cleavage on display. Her solid white tennis sneakers, were very conservative and in excellent taste. Her light brown, shoulder length hair was in a pony-tail, and sticking out the back of a visor type cap. She was wearing an attractive pair of horn-rimmed sunglasses, not oversized, but fit her face perfectly. She had also heard the same weather forecast and dressed accordingly. She was absolutely stunning, and would certainly turn heads. As we walked to my car, I noticed that her thin material, lightweight shorts emphasized her ass very nicely, but yet, wasn't restrictive. They weren't tight fitting, but the fabric conformed to, and gave a splendid, and subtle indication of her magnificent ass. The material allowed the cheeks of her ass natural movement at each step. I also thought that her tits were going to pop out of her top, due to the natural movement, as she walked. She would draw a great deal of attention in the city, and I would have to be on my toes. She was the epitome of sex, but in a very casual and classy way. I always thought simplicity was the greatest form of attractiveness. I too, was dressed for the weather, wearing a very light pair of white casual summer pants, with an elastic waistband, a very light weight, salmon colored polo shirt, worn outside of my pants, and a pair of soft loafer type shoes. We arrived at the train station where the ticket salesperson informed us that it was a good thing we were taking the early train, because the noon train was already at its capacity. The train ride was about 40 minutes, which would give us plenty of time to enjoy the walk to the restaurant, have a relaxing meal, and a nice walk to the tour center. The tour was long, but very nice. It included four different museums, the last being the largest and took much longer. It was worth every penny, just to see the look on Samantha's face at every exhibit, along with the interest and pleasure she was deriving from the whole visual, and informational happening. She was turning heads everywhere we went, and was totally oblivious to it all. She was definitely not a person who sought or thrived on attention. She just enjoyed being where she was and what she was doing. We got back to the train station around 5:30, and it was extremely crowded. I figured it must be the overflow from the baseball game. No one drove into a game to pay the exorbitant parking prices. The train pulled in on time, and a ton of people were already on the platform waiting to board. By the time we boarded, all that was left was standing, and that was also crowded. All we could find was one overhanging hand strap, which Samantha grabbed hold of, with me directly behind her. I placed one hand on her waist for stability. By the time the train left the station, we were packed in like sardines, with very little wiggle room. I was pressed lightly against Samantha, and she likewise to the person in front of her. There were people standing on either side of us as well. There was literally nowhere to move. The jerking of the train as it started to move caused Samantha to jerk backwards, pressing her ass against my cock. With both of us wearing thin, light clothing, I could feel my cockhead between the cheeks of her ass. Our bodies quickly separated, as the train gained momentum. My cock seemed to be constantly brushing against her ass, and it didn't take long for it to know exactly where it was, and begin to react. 'Not now', I remember thinking to myself. I tried to gain distance between my cock and the r beautiful crevice separating those firm, young, round orbs, but to no avail. Although I was able to briefly create some distance, my cock continued to grow and harden, and the train continued to rock sideways, along with front and back. It was a frightening, and embarrassing situation developing for me. I don't have, what most would consider a larger than average cock. With it now, at almost full erection, the resistance from my loose fitting slacks and boxer shorts, my cock was now sticking straight forward. Because of both our thin and loose fitting clothes, my cockhead was deeply embedded in the crack of her ass, with no place to go. There was no denying that Samantha was feeling it. I mean, how can someone not feel a hard cock stuck between the cheeks of their ass? No matter what I did to take my mind off of what was happening, my cock would have none of it. 'How was I going to explain my hard-on in the crack of her ass? Should I even try to? How could I ever face her again?' A thousand questions were filling my head, compounding the building anxiety I was experiencing. Neither the questions, nor the anxiety, quelled the arousal my cock was responding to. By now, I could feel that my face was very flush from a combination of embarrassment, anxiety, and downright fear. This was going to be the longest train ride ever. There was no reaction to this indecent assault by Samantha, either positively or negatively. The composure and compassion from this classy, and gracious young lady, was magnified on the train that day to me. It was like she knew our restricted space, and not me, had unintentionally put us both in this awkward situation, and she handled it with the greatest of poise. She was as cool as a cucumber, while I was sweating like a stuffed pig. The long and arduous train ride finally ended, and while getting off the train, I seized upon a brief opportunity to adjust my cock and conceal my embarrassing condition under my untucked shirt. The ride home was somewhat quiet and a bit tense, with the exception of Samantha telling me how much she enjoyed the day, and how this day would be always thought of as one of her best birthday presents ever. She was very appreciative and pleasant, but I could sense an uneasiness in her voice. I felt terrible and like some dirty old lout. I couldn't get out of the car and in the comfort of my own home quick enough. In the safe confines of my own home, I immediately poured myself a double shot of straight bourbon. After about an hour of feeling both lousy and sorry for myself, the doorbell rang. I didn't feel like having any company, but still answered the door. It was Samantha. She said, in a compassionate tone, "Tucker, we need to talk. May I come in?" "Yeah, come in." 'Better to get this over and done with now,' I nervously thought to myself, as I held the door open for her. Samantha sat on the couch beside me, put her hand on one of my knee, and said, "Tucker, I know right now you feel like a piece of shit, and feel bad about what happened. It's important that you know what I'm about to say is truly how I feel, and how I see it. I know that what happened on the train ride home was not intentional or planned. I take this train into the city every day, and it's never been as crowded. You're still a healthy man, and what took place could not be avoided, and certainly not your fault. I'm not insulted and I don't feel you disrespected, or that you took advantage of the situation, or me. I hope we can move on and remain the friends that we've become, and even laugh at this one day. I've grown very fond of you, and have a great deal of respect and admiration for you, and know the feeling is mutual. I value that." I didn't know what to say. I was glad she felt that way, but I still felt guilt and embarrassment. I think she could sense that, and just kissed my forehead and said goodnight. I just said, "Thank you." As I headed back from walking her out the door, I felt a sense of relief come over me. A few days had gone by, and I was keeping my distance, giving her space, but at the same time, not sure how I'd act in front of her. I was in the yard one afternoon when Samantha leaned over the fence and asked, "Have you been avoiding me, Tucker?" I looked up, and she had a big smile on her face. I looked at her and said, "I guess I have been ... to a degree". She said that she didn't like being ignored, and then said, "For your information Tucker, if it makes you feel better, I enjoyed the train ride home as much as you did, and in the same way ... chew on that awhile," then turned and went to lay out in the sun in the skimpiest bikini I'd ever seen her wear. I found myself wondering why she told me that ... 'Was she just trying to make me feel good, or did she really enjoy knowing she was making me aroused? Did she like the feeling of my erect cock between the cheeks of her ass? Was she telling me that she was aroused as well?' Those thoughts gave me an immediate erection imagining that I possibly made this young goddess aroused sexually. I turned and looked over the four foot fence at Samantha laying on her back, her legs bent at the knees and spread apart. Her pussy was looking right at me. Her bathing suit was tucked in between the lips of her labia. I found myself taking my cock out and I began jerking off. In my frame of mind, I had momentarily convinced myself that she wanted me to fuck her. I stared at her covered young pussy and imagined burying my cock in it, and her begging me to fuck her. I came all over my Azaleas. Once I composed myself, I grabbed the hose and was rinsing them down when Samantha came over to the fence and said, "Friday night I'm making dinner, and you're invited. My way of showing that everything is alright between us. Is 6:30 okay with you?" I accepted without hesitation. She smiled and went into her house. Friday night came and I was promptly at Samantha's door with a hand full of mixed flowers from my garden. She loved the flowers and told me to pour a couple of glasses of wine while she put the flowers in a vase. We had a lovely roast, with potatoes and carrots, which she cooked in her crock pot all day. While still at the table, she got up and told me to slide my chair away from the table. I slid it at an angle, semi-facing her. She sat on one of my legs with hers between mine. She put an arm around my neck and gave me a kiss, longer than your regular casual kiss. She looked at me and asked if I was feeling better. I nodded and found myself looking at her bra-less tits, mere inches from my face. Samantha looked at me with a naughty smile on her face and said, "I know you want to feel them. You can ... it's alright, go ahead." I nervously reached up and placed my hand on one of the loveliest tits I'd ever felt, and instinctively began to massage it. It was a dream come true. I instantly began getting hard, as I began rolling one of her nipples between my fingers. I heard a soft moan come from Samantha as I saw her eyes close lightly. My hand reached under her blouse and felt the heat of her tit as my hand embraced it and teased her nipple. She unbuttoned her blouse and said, "You can kiss them, if you'd like." I needed no further prompting and began kissing and sucking her young, firm tits and nipples. The Fortuitous Exposure of Samantha She reached down and tenderly grabbed my rigid cock and began seductively fondling it. She clumsily unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. My cock was so stiff that I helped her take it out. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began stroking my cock slowly, as I suckled her tits. My free hand reached down and began rubbing her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as my fingers made love to her labia and clit, still covered by her shorts. I tried lowering her shorts and she stopped me, saying only, "Not here." She then stood up and grabbed my wrist and led me upstairs to her bedroom. Samantha removed her clothes and lay on her bed with her head on the pillow, and said, "Take off your clothes, Tucker. You're not going to have to jerk off tonight." "She knows! Oh, fuck," I thought. I took off my clothes and climbed beside her on the bed. My head was alongside her tits, while my feet were hanging off the side of the bed. I began sucking her tits and nibbling on her nipples. She had a hand on my head and then began rubbing my shoulders with her fingertips. I got on my knees and continued sucking and teasing her nipples. 'God, she was beautiful,' I kept thinking. While kissing her tits, I moved my head downward, kissing and licking, as I moved closer to her pussy. My nose was now at her labia and it smelled so sweet. I began licking her clit and sucking it. She began to moan loudly and I laid on my side, with my feet resting on the other pillow. I then began running my tongue down her wet lips and could taste her sweet, young juices. She opened her legs and moved her head closer to me. Then I felt her hand on my cock, stroking it slowly as she placed her lips around the head of my cock. I felt a tingling run through my body, as she began sucking my cock slowly. I shoved my face deep into her pussy and stuck my tongue into her vaginal entrance. She moaned again, while still sucking my cock, and I could feel the vibration on my shaft. We continued sucking each other, then she removed my cock from her mouth, and said, "I want you to fuck me, Tucker." I lifted my head, and moved around, positioning myself between her legs. I grabbed my hard, saliva coated cock and teasingly ran the head of my cock up and down her labia. Samantha hissed, and said, "Oh, yes. Bury your cock deep inside me, Tucker. Fuck me!" The head of my cock found her entrance and I pushed forward a little, and felt the head of my cock slide into her young pussy. She lifted and bent her knees as I slid more of my cock into her. She was so tight, yet accepted my fat old cock with relative ease. I began pumping slowly until my engorged cock was deep inside her completely. I started fucking her faster, as she moved meeting my thrusts. Samantha said, "You're cock is so thick, I love it. You're going to make me cum soon, it feels so good. You can cum in me, Tucker. I want to feel you shooting your cum deep inside me." Samantha was moaning and groaning as she wrapped her legs around my thighs and began to convulse. She grabbed my ass and moved her hips rapidly, saying, "Oh, yes, fuck me Tucker! I'm going to cum!" I couldn't believe this was happening to me, and was loving every second of it. I sped up my thrusts as I felt her body stiffen and jerk uncontrollably. She screamed loudly and I could feel her vaginal walls constricting and massaging my cock as she had a violent orgasm. I fucked her through her orgasm and then felt my own climax rapidly building. She evidently could feel my pending orgasm, and said, "Yes, Tucker, let it go. Cum inside me! Show me how much you've wanted to fuck me. I want to feel you shooting in me and filling me with your cum. Give it all to me!" I felt my cock harden and swell even more, as my semen began its journey from my balls to plant its seed deep inside her pussy and womb. I made two strong thrusts, held my cock deep inside her, and began pumping my old cum strongly. I moaned as my cock throbbed and I shot a huge load into Samantha. She gave out a long "Mm" of pleasure as she felt my cum filling her. She softly raked her fingernails over the cheeks of my ass and up my back. My cock continued to throb inside her as I collapsed on top of her. We remained like that for a little while, catching our collective breaths, as my cock softened and plopped out of her satiated pussy, with a loud popping sound. I rolled off of her, as both our bodies were soaked with sweat. With my head on a pillow, I just looked up at her ceiling and told her that it was wonderful, and thanked her. She got up on one elbow, placed her lips on mine, and gave me the most wonderful kiss I'd ever received. Our lips parted, and she said, "No, thank you. It was just as good for me." She then laid back on the other pillow, as we both just looked up at the ceiling. I asked her what she meant, when she said that I wouldn't have to jerk off tonight. She giggled, and said, "You know exactly what I meant." All I could say was. "Oh, Jesus". She smiled and said, "Tucker, we just fucked, and it was great for both of us. Don't you think we can be a little more open and casual now?" My only response was, "I guess so ... yeah". I then meekly asked her, "How long have you known?" Samantha said, "The night of my birthday party, you made me so happy and I was so appreciative. When we kissed in my kitchen and I felt your cock responding, it sent exciting shivers and tingles to my vulva. I began getting wet, and wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. My emotions were all over the place ... I felt so good about you and how thoughtful you had been, and had a great deal of respect for you. Feeling your cock against my pussy, and it swelling a little, made me tremendously horny. I was mixed up, and I think I told you that it was getting late and you should go." She continued, "I went up to my bedroom, and I'm not sure you remember, but that night was very clear, and the moon was full. As I was taking off my top, I looked in the mirror and could see a little into your bedroom, and saw you standing there naked, and watching me. As I said, I was already horny, and although I couldn't see much detail, I could tell you were naked. I wanted to be pleased, and wanted to please you at the same time. When I took my shorts off, the moonlight illuminated enough that I could see your arm moving and I knew you were jerking off. I began masturbating while I watched you, while you were doing the same thing. In some strange way, it was naughty, but yet very exciting. You got closer to the window and the illumination allowed me to see your cock and you jerking it off. I put a few fingers into myself and imagined they were your cock, and I had a very strong orgasm. That was when I knew. Now, I think we should both get dressed, so I can walk you to the door. We don't want any nosey neighbors getting the wrong idea and thinking there's something romantic going on between us ... now do we?" She giggled, like a little girl who had just gotten away with something. She got off the bed and began dressing. I got dressed and she walked me to the door. Before she opened it, she said, "I hope this doesn't change anything between us." I told her that I would never take advantage of what happened tonight, I'd just enjoy feeling that I'd just become the luckiest man in the world. She kissed me, and said, "You can take advantage of me once in a while," she gave out a naughty giggle, said goodnight, then opened the door. I went home after saying goodnight. I fell asleep feeling like a child that just had his greatest dream come true. It all began with that first fortuitous exposure through her bedroom window, leading to discovering the paradoxical personalities, from the naive and innocent Sam, everyone knew, to the sexually immodest and promiscuous Samantha ... the beautiful young girl who moved next door, that I had the fortune of getting to know. Samantha made that one of the most surprising, exciting, and gratifying summers I'd ever experienced.