6 comments/ 15980 views/ 6 favorites Who's Watching Me By: lilgirlsix Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? I don't mean from across a crowded room. I mean someone watching everything you do. It doesn't matter if you are in a store, or alone in your bedroom, you just get this feeling that you can't describe, you just know, there's someone watching your every move. At first, you throw it off as paranoia. But then, slowly, you begin to realize that it's true. Someone knows who you are, knows your every move, and is always watching. It changes you in ways you can't imagine. Either you watch over your shoulder, only dress in the bathroom, keep your windows and drapes closed at all times or, you can do what I did. Learn to enjoy it. Think about what you're doing all the time, change your habits just to throw him off. And when you feel the urge, drive him crazy by letting him know you know. At first he scared me, I was ready to call the police. But what are they going to do? I can't prove anything. He's smart; he would never let himself get caught. But I know he's there. I finally resigned myself to the fact that he and I belonged to each other. He was going to keep track of me and after a while it even gave me a sense of security, knowing he was always there. But every once in a while, it was my turn to play with him. I loved doing things that would drive him crazy. Like purposely not wearing underwear, going thru my day and knowing he knew. By the end of the day I could imagine his rock hard cock pushing into his crotch, just as my fluids would be dripping down my thighs. And sometimes, I'd even hike up my skirt a little so he might catch a glimpse of my cunt lips, maybe glistening with my cum. It used to make me even laugh a little, knowing that he would be watching, wishing he was there touching me. Today I did something that even surprised me. I spent a lot of time getting ready to go out. I knew he was watching as usual. Nowadays I even keep my drapes open at all times for him. Normally I keep my hair braided but tonight, I decided to do something different. I took my time brushing it in long strokes, making sure it fell over my breasts and as I smoothed my hair down, my hands brushed my nipples. As I looked down I could see them becoming erect and poking out between the strands of hair. I giggled a little thinking what this must be doing to him right now. I felt them tingling a little more than usual, was it the idea of him watching me? I let out a sigh and walked around the room, getting everything together for my night out, black stockings with garters, knee length leather coat, and black high heel shoes, and nothing else. As I walked out the front door and down the sidewalk, I could feel his presence. He was following me, always at a distance, but he was there. The jacket I was wearing had a slit in the back, not all the way up, but far enough so that when I nonchalantly bent down to pick up my keys that I oh so conveniently dropped on the ground, I could feel his eyes glued to my ass. I knew he could see just a hint of flesh, where my thigh met my ass. I could feel has gaze boring into me. I felt the trickle of my fluids starting to drip out of my pussy. I wondered if he could see the smile on my face as I slowly stood up and continued on my walk. I thought about him licking his lips and wondering what I taste like. Is his cock throbbing? Is he stroking himself while he watches? As I continued on, I thought I could hear his footsteps, but every time I stopped, so did he. I thought I caught a glimpse of him as he stepped into the shadows when I turned for just a second. Was that he near the street light? I moved down the sidewalk, feeling him closer than ever before. I started to shiver, not with cold but anticipation. My breathing quickened as the jacket brushed back and forth across my sensitive nipples. I started walking slower as the brush of my thighs seemed to stimulate my clit. What was happening to me? Just from him being so close? I couldn't believe how my body was reacting. My walk around the block was almost over. I could see the lights from my house up ahead but my steps seemed to be slowing, like I didn't want this interlude to end. I could sense him right behind me as I started to cross the last street before reaching my house. I didn't even notice the car careening around the turn. His arm reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me back to the curb as the car sped by, tires squealing. I was about ready to faint, from the fear of almost being killed by a car, and from the power I felt holding me close. I could feel him breathing on the back of my neck. His hands moved under my jacket, skating across my cold skin, leaving goose bumps along their trail. His voice burns into my brain; "you wore this for me didn't you?" I stammer my reply, "y-y-yes." My knees go weak and the only thing keeping me standing is his firm grip. One hand slides down to my cunt, a finger dipping into my streaming pussy. His finger pulls out and he puts it to his mouth and licks it, "mmmm, I knew you'd taste sweet, although I didn't think I'd get a chance to find out so soon. But if I wanted to have you around for a while longer I figured I'd better step in and keep you out of harm's way." What do I do now? Thank him? I can't think of anything to say. I gasp as his fingers tweak my nipples. He laughs and slowly removes his hands. I almost ask him to leave his hands where they are, but before I can say a word he's gone. I turn and see a figure slip into the car that is now parked nearby. As it passes by, I notice it's the same car that almost hit me. My mind is reeling as I walk home. Did he plan the "chance meeting"? Right now I don't care as I walk home in a daze, still feeling his fingers on my tits, in my pussy. As I walk in the door to my house, I realize I never saw his face. The jacket lands on the couch as I make my way into my bedroom. I leave the lights on as I lay back on the bed, fingering my watering pussy and playing with my hard nipples. All I can think about is he. Is he watching? Does he like what he felt? What he sees me doing right now? Will he come back? Will I ever feel his touch again? Who's Watching Who? Sometimes things happen in life that cause you to really stop and question whether or not it was pure chance that you were in the right place at the right time, or whether destiny brought you to that particular situation. Although I have never been a strong believer that every step along life's path has been pre-planned, I have always held the belief that destiny plays some role in many of the trials, tribulations, and triumphs along the way. My latest brush with destiny began about a month ago and would probably have never occurred if it were not for what my ex wife so affectionately referred to as my anal retentiveness. "Neat freak" was the other term she sometimes used. I tend to think she was exaggerating a little, but then again, the reason she is my ex is because we didn't exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things. Although I am not obsessive about it, I do believe in the motto, "A place for everything, and everything in its place." Given that I routinely follow that advice, I was a little surprised to come home from work and discover one of the lounge chairs beside my pool was out of place. OK, maybe I am anal retentive. Three lounge chairs angled along the pool deck on each side of the pool with a small drink table shared between every two chairs. Damn it! I hate it when my ex wife is right. I felt a little bit like Papa Bear in The Three Bears fable. "Somebody's been sleeping in my pool chair." Maybe I was overreacting. I was out at the pool over the weekend, maybe I just didn't get the chairs put back in the right place. Nothing to lose sleep over, that's for certain. Having quickly dismissed the observation as nothing more than sloppy housekeeping on my part, I decided to continue on with what had brought me to the pool in the first place, my nightly after work dip in the tranquility of my secluded back yard oasis. On this particular evening, I had opted to take advantage of the privacy offered by the shrubbery that completely surrounds the pool area and make this my private "clothing optional" beach. Ok, truth be told, I was a little behind on laundry and didn't have a dry swim suit in the drawer. Now that is not the profile of a neat freak, is it? Maybe there is hope for me after all, Dr. Freud. The pool area pretty much covers my whole backyard. As you walk out the patio door of my house, the back yard is enclosed in a seven foot tall iron fence, a requirement of the local zoning commission for pool owners. The previous owners of the house had obviously liked their privacy and had planted some sort of ivy around the fence. I'm not much of a horticulturist, so I have know idea what it is, but it is certainly thick and dense and provides a 100% privacy from everything except satellites and low flying aircraft. Inside the fence is a nicely landscaped pool area, a hot tub large enough for a party of eight, a nice size pool house for changing and storing liquid refreshments, and about thirty feet of grass on each side of the pool. The perfect scene for unwinding alone on a hot summer evening, or hosting a pool party, which I seemed to be doing a lot more of lately. Shedding my towel, I jumped head first into the deep end and started swimming my daily twenty laps. I had swam competitively in high school and college, and although I don't swim competitively any more, I still find it a great way to stay in shape. In high school, twenty laps in the Olympic size pool was nothing. In college, twenty laps twice a day was just a warm up. At the age of thirty-eight, twenty laps in my much smaller forty foot long back yard pool was enough to make me hope and pray my ticker wouldn't give out before I reached the shallow end on my last lap. Climbing out of the pool, I wrapped a towel around my naked body and plopped down in a lounge chair to let the warm evening breeze dry me off. As I sat there drying and just relaxing, I could not get that misplaced lounge chair out of my mind. Could it have simply been my overactive imagination? Maybe the pool guy had come and cleaned the pool, even though he almost always did that on Fridays. The more likely answer to my self created mystery, if it really was anything more than just my imagination, was that some of the neighbor boys had scaled the fence while their parents were at work and decided to take a dip in the pool. Having once been a fifteen year old boy myself, it wasn't much of a stretch to think this could actually happen. I didn't really mind the neighborhood kids swimming in my pool, except for the fact that in this day and age, when kids get hurt in swimming pools, there is usually a lawyer chomping at the bit to sue, even if the kid climbed a fence, hot wired the automatic cover, and blatantly ignored the "do not trespass" signs posted on the fence. The longer I sat there drying off and thinking, the more my mind conjured up worst case scenarios. I've always had a bit of a paranoid streak in me, so the longer I thought about it, the more I was convinced this was a disaster waiting to happen. All because of a slightly misplaced lounge chair. Maybe I should have heeded the divorce Judge's advice when he suggested I might want to consider therapy to take the edge off my neatness compulsion. Convinced someone had broken into my backyard and convinced there was looming danger if I ignored it, I decided to do a little detective work and solve this mystery, or at least determine if there was even a mystery to solve. All I needed was a video camera and a motion detector like the ones used on those motion sensitive flood lights to rig up a surveillance camera. Simple, right? OK, maybe it wasn't so easy. After several failed attempts to figure out how to use the motion detector to actually start the video camera, I gave up and opted for Plan "B". Plan "B" was a cheap black and white webcam connected to my computer and set to start recording at ten o'clock in the morning and turn off at four in the afternoon. The problem with the webcam was that the resolution would be too poor to actually tell who the culprit was, but I could at least confirm whether or not there was anything more to this mystery than just my overactive imagination. The camera was easy to mount in the pool house in a location where it caught most of the pool area within its watchful eye. Excluding climbing the fence, there are only two ways into the pool area. One entrance is via the house itself, the other is via a locked gate along the side of the fence about ten feet away from the house entrance. I was able to angle the camera in a way that I could see both entrances as well as about eighty percent of the pool area. Set to begin recording the following day, all I had to do now was to wait. Patience may be a virtue, but it's not one of mine. The next day seemed like the longest day of my life. I couldn't wait to get home to check the webcam feed to see if I had caught anything on the camera, or more appropriately, caught "anyone" on the camera. I thought five o'clock would never get there, but it eventually did and I raced home and headed for the pool house to see if my ghost intruder had made a repeat performance. One of the beauties of the webcam, in addition to being easy to install, was that I could fast forward through the recording and quickly review several hours of footage. If there was no intruder, the picture from the cam would be constant. If there was someone there, even in fast forward I would be able to easily see the change in image. It took several minutes to load the file. It was almost 30MB of data, but once I got it loaded, the scan went pretty fast. I couldn't believe my eyes. Three hours into the footage, that would have made it about one o'clock in the afternoon, I saw a fast moving object scampering around the pool area. My heart was racing with anticipation as I stopped the media player, backed it up to where the new object entered the scene, and hit the play button to play it in normal speed. The video was pretty lousy from the webcam, but I could see enough to tell that it was one person. The intruder had long straight hair, presumably female but that was about all the resolution of the camera would allow. She, or possible a long haired he, had entered through the locked gate. That was interesting, somebody obviously had a key. As I watched more of the feed, it became clearer that the intruder was definitely female. She seemed to make herself right at home. She had brought a bag with a towel and all of the necessities for a day at the pool. She quickly kicked off what must have been a pair of flip flops, then proceeded to strip out of her tee shirt and shorts. Was she naked or just wearing a neutral colored swim suit? Damn it. Now I was wishing I had tried a little harder to figure out how to install that high resolution video camera. She was naked, I was almost certain. As she walked toward the pool house to open the pool cover, she walked closer to the webcam. The resolution was still too poor to see much detail, but there was no doubt now that my unannounced guest was female, and a pretty well proportioned female at that. I still had no idea who she was. For the next two hours I watched the video feed like a teenage boy watching his first porno flick. I guess I kept hoping the resolution would suddenly improve, but it never did. Two hours later when she packed her stuff back up and headed for the gate, I had no more of a clue who she was than I did after the first two minutes of the video. One thing I did know though was that I had a raging hard on from watching that video, knowing that she was naked and watching with great anticipation in hopes that I would get a clearer shot. Anticipation truly is a great aphrodisiac! I had to find a way to get a better view tomorrow. The webcam had served its purpose of confirming that the moved chair was not just a figment of my imagination, but now I had to know more. I had to figure out a way to rig up the video camera and get a close up picture, but before I could concentrate on that task, I had to relieve myself of the tension in my balls from the last two hours of constant erection. As I walked from the pool house back to the house to take care of the unyielding pressure in my pants, I realized I was still wearing my work clothes. I had rushed straight home and headed out to check the cam feed before I even bothered to change clothes. Now it was time to change clothes, and use the opportunity to release some pent up tension. Jacking off is something I do fairly frequently, and I usually enjoy resisting the urge to cum quickly so that I can prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. I like to convince myself this is good stamina training and I'm doing it for the pleasure of my future sex partners, but the truth is that I just like the feeling of making the pleasure for myself last until I can't hold it back any longer and then exploding in an uncontrolled burst of orgasm. Watching that video for nearly two hours, with my eyes glued to the screen in anticipation of grabbing a better glimpse of my unclothed trespasser had left my balls primed and ready to explode. The pre cum was already oozing from the tip of my rock hard cock when I grabbed hold for the first stroke. It couldn't have been more than twenty strokes later that my balls let go and a blast of cum went hurling into the air. Shit. I hadn't cum that hard or that quickly in a long, long time and the only woman involved was a fuzzy image on a piss poor quality webcam. "Damn," I thought to myself, as I headed for the shower to wash off the cum that was splattered from my chest to my now softening cock. "What if it turns out this chick is fifteen or something? I might have just jacked off to the image of jail bait. Or what if she's seventy and I just jacked off to the indistinguishable image of Grandma Jones -- yikes!" I needed better video and I spent the rest of the evening getting it ready. I never did figure out how to rig up the motion detector, but I had about four hours of recording time on my video recorder, so I figured I could catch at least part of the show if my mystery guest made a repeat performance tomorrow. Instead of putting the camera in the pool house, this time I hid it in the vines of the fence and pointed it directly at the lounge chair she had used the previous two days. I decided this was my best opportunity at getting a close up frontal shot to see if I could recognize the mysterious intruder. The following day was brutal. Not only did I have to wait until after work to rush home to see if I had new spy information recorded on my camera, I had to wait until nearly nine o'clock due to an after work dinner meeting that I had forgotten about. Needless to say, my mind was drifting quite a bit during the dinner conversation in anticipation of getting home to see if the camera had caught any new images. Just like clock work, at a little past one o'clock, the camera had caught my mystery guest settling in for her daily dose of sunshine. The first thing she did was to move the lounge chair to face the sun. Damn, I hadn't anticipated that when I adjusted the position and the zoom of the camera on where I thought her head would be when she settled into the chair. The zoom was set close enough that I only caught pieces of her as she disrobed and applied sun tan lotion. I saw arms coming in and out of the picture, legs coming in and out of the picture and occasionally a teasing breast shot, but not even a glimpse of her face. I got the brilliant idea to take the camcorder in the house and hook it up to the big screen TV. Maybe I could see more details on the Hi-Def big screen TV than on the two inch monitor of the camera. So much for brilliant ideas; the picture was certainly bigger, but the body parts were still the same. I was just about to give up and resolve myself to needing a third attempt tomorrow when I got a lucky break. The sun must have moved enough that she decided to move the chair again. As my mystery lady got up to reposition the chair, I got a great shot of her perfectly toned ass. Damn, this was definitely not the ass of a seventy year old that I feared I might have been jacking off to just twenty-four hours earlier. As she got the chair repositioned, she sat down and started to reapply sun tan lotion. The camera angle was perfect. There it was in fifty-four inch Hi-Def, a perfect head shot that truncated about two inches below an incredible set of 34C tits. Jamie, Judy, Julie, what the hell was her name? Julian. That was her name, Julian. She was the daughter of my next door neighbors. She had been in college since I had moved in about three years ago but I had seen her occasionally on summer break and she had been over a couple of times with her parents for the annual neighborhood cookout/pool party that I held every Memorial Day. From my last conversation with her parents, I recalled that she was finishing up Medical School and was planning to live at home for a few months while doing her residency at the local hospital. I damn near creamed my shorts as I watched her rub lotion on those gorgeous tits. I didn't even realize it but at some point during my viewing I had unconsciously unzipped my pants and started slowly stroking my cock. As she rubbed the suntan lotion into her skin with slow circular motions, my own hand matched her pace as it stroked my increasingly hardening cock. After she finished rubbing lotion onto her left breast, Julian squirted a blob of lotion onto her right breast to repeat her work. The sight of the white lotion drizzling down her breast while she recapped the bottle sent my mind into overdrive as I fantasized about that white lotion being cum instead of suntan lotion. That was more than this old boy could take and my cock spewed with an unexpected eruption of hot lava. Shit! In the voyeuristic trance that had kept my eyes glued to the video, I had lost all sense of the realization that I was still wearing my work clothes. I had just shot three exceptionally large bursts of sperm filled semen onto a pair of $300 dress pants. That should raise some interesting questions at the dry cleaners! Images of Bill Clinton and Monika Lewinski flashed through my head as I tried unsuccessfully to wipe the sticky cum from the fabric. As turned on as I was and as erotic as this all seemed, something just didn't feel right. I'm not a Peeping Tom or a voyeur; at least I didn't think I was. Video taping my neighbor's daughter as she sunbathed naked just didn't feel right, even if it was in my own back yard. Of course I didn't come to this guilty conclusion until I had finished watching the remainder of the video -- twice! "What's next," I thought, as I lay in bed reflecting over the past two days activities. I could film more, but that didn't seem right. I could just ignore the whole thing, after all, I had confirmed that it was not a bunch of high school boys that might hurt themselves resulting in me ending up on the wrong end of a law suit. The only liability here might be if the high school boys found out Julian was sunbathing stark naked in my backyard and they fell out of a tree and broke an arm while they were trying to sneak a peak of this young beauty. If that happened, it would be somebody else's tree and somebody else's liability. Why not simply confront her, I finally decided. I might as well let her know it is fine with me if she wants to use the pool this summer, and also fine with me if she wants to declare it clothing optional. She's probably nervous thinking she will be in trouble if she gets caught, so why not ease her mind and let her know it's OK? Luckily for me, the following day was a light one on my calendar and I was able to clear my schedule after ten o'clock. I didn't want Julian to see my car parked in the driveway or see me pull into the garage out of fear that she might not come over if she thought I was home. I parked down the street a couple of blocks and walked the rest of the way home. My plan was to wait until she showed up for her daily ritual and confront her as soon as she came through the gate. Unfortunately, planning has never been my best strength. At ten past one, my cell phone rang as I was sitting perched beside the window waiting to see if Julian would arrive again today. Shit, it was my boss Larry. This was the one caveat of me leaving early. There was a one o'clock conference call that I was supposed to be on but I really didn't think they should need me. I told Larry they could call my cell phone if they really needed me. Apparently they felt the need to call. There was a particular slide in the presentation that Larry wanted me to comment on. To do that I needed to go to the basement where my office was located and log onto my computer where they had emailed me the presentation. Thirty minutes later, the conference call ended and I ran back upstairs to see if my guest had arrived. Good news, bad news, I thought as I peered out the window and saw Julian relaxing in her usual spot. The good news is she is here, so I can talk to her. The bad news is that she is already stripped down to her birthday suit so this is probably going to be really embarrassing for her. How do you casually walk up to a naked lady sunbathing in your back yard and say, "Hey Julian, how's it going?" I decided the easiest way was to make it appear that I was just going for a swim. I donned a pair of swimming trunks and headed for the pool. That poor planning thing came into play once again as it never occurred to me that I might want to wear a jock strap beneath my trunks just in case the up close and personal confrontation with Julian might illicit an arousing response from a certain part of my anatomy. With only one sheer piece of fabric between me and a potentially embarrassing situation, I headed toward my guest. Who's Watching Who? My bare feet walking across the concrete pool deck offered no warning to Julian as I approached her chair. As I stood beside her, the view was utterly breath taking. Lying there in the chaise lounge chair wearing nothing but a pair of sun glasses, a dainty belly button piercing, and a pair of ear buds attached to the IPOD resting beside her, Julian looked absolutely incredible as she rested with her eyes closed. It was obvious from her well tanned skin and the lack of any visible tan lines that she had been engaged in this nude ritual for quite some time. I could have stood there for a long time just admiring God's fine work, but I really didn't want her to catch me just staring at her like a pervert or something. "Excuse me," I said in a relatively loud voice, making sure she could hear me above the IPOD, even if she was asleep and not simply lying there with her eyes closed. "Oh shit," Julian gasped as she came to her senses and realized she had been caught doing something she had no permission to be doing. "I'm so sorry Mr. Campton, I'm so sorry," Julian apologized repeatedly, as she jumped up to leave. Surprisingly, Julian made no attempt to cover herself. I would have thought her first reaction would have been to grab a towel or throw her arms across her chest in an attempt to conceal her nakedness, but she made no attempt to cover anything. She simply stood up and started collecting her things as if she were getting up from a park bench in a public park. "Don't worry about it Julian," I quickly responded, putting a comforting hand on her bare shoulder. "You are more than welcome to use the pool. I didn't mean to scare you; I just wanted to make sure you knew I was here." "Are you sure, Mr. Campton?" Julian questioned in a much less frantic tone of voice. "Yes, Julian I'm sure. And by the way, it's Brian, not Mr. Campton." "I'm really sorry Brian. I should have asked for permission, but I was afraid you might say no." "Like I said, don't worry about it. It's fine." "Just out of curiosity," I continued, "Why not sunbathe in your own backyard?" Julian's face turned about two shades of red and I could see red splotches of nerves starting to make an appearance on her chest in the brief seconds she was pondering her response. I couldn't see her eyes through the dark glasses, but I was guessing she was avoiding direct eye contact at that particular moment as well. "This is kind of awkward," Julia stammered as she sat back down on the edge of the chair, still making no attempt to cover anything up. "A couple of my girlfriends and I have an all day beach party planed at Lake Cumberland in a couple of weeks for National Nude Day. You know, beach volleyball, jet skis, drinking, partying, that kind of stuff. It's a full day of naked fun in the sun. I didn't want to go without a good tan out of fear that I would get burnt to a crisp." "I could have sunbathed in a bikini at home, but then I would have had white tits and a white ass that would have been beet red by the end of Nude Day," she continued. " Kelly and Tara chose the tanning salon option to solve the problem, but I prefer to stay away from those cancer beds. Not that this is really any safer, but I'd lose a lot of credibility with my patients if they knew I didn't practice what I preach when it comes to health care. It's kind of like having your doctor tell you how bad smoking is for you as he lights up another cigarette of his own." "Oh shit," Julian blurted out, as if something just dawned upon her. "You're not going to tell my parents are you? They'd freak." "If you were fifteen and I caught you skinny dipping with the neighbor boys and playing 'doctor', I might be inclined to tell your parents. But you're not fifteen, and you aren't just playing doctor, you are one! You're what, twenty-four, twenty-five, and.." "Twenty-five," Julian interrupted. "OK, you're twenty five years old, you're six months of residency away from becoming a fully licensed doctor; I think you are old enough and intelligent enough at this point to make your own decisions. Your secret is safe with me." "Thanks Mr. Campton, I mean Brian," Julian sighed in relief as she stood and wrapped her arms around my neck in a friendly hug, pressing her bare chest against mine as she squeezed. I had never met someone so comfortable with being naked in front of others. Granted, she had a great body and nothing to be ashamed of, but still, her nonchalant attitude about her nakedness continued to surprise me. She was worried about trespassing without permission and she was worried about what her parents might think, but she seemed to have no worries whatsoever that she was standing buck naked next to someone she had only met a few times in her life and who she obviously saw as more of a father figure than a friend based on her tendency to address me as "Mr. Campton." "I suppose you're going to want your gate key back," Julian frowned, as she reached toward her bag. "No, you can keep it," I stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder as she bent down. "I'm curious though where you got the key?" I questioned her, as she stood back up causing my hand to slip from her shoulder and lightly brush across her left breast. "Sorry about that," I apologized, at the accidental contact with her perky nipple that appeared to be aroused and standing proud. "These things do tend to get in the way," she laughed, as she placed one hand beneath each breast and pushed them up and outward like two grapefruit on display at the local farmer's market. "When I was in high school I cleaned the pool and kept it up for the Maxwell's who lived here before you moved in. They gave me a key to the gate and I just never got around to giving it back. You sure you don't want it back?" "Nah," I chuckled. "I'd hate to read the headlines in the local paper, 'Dr. dies of broken neck attempting to climb neighbor's fence to skinny dip in backyard pool." We both laughed as the tension and awkwardness of our initial meeting was now clearly in the past and we settled into adjacent lounge chairs to continue a friendly conversation. "I take it your parents aren't aware you're a nudist," I probed, as we chatted further. "Oh God no," Julian laughed and almost choked at the suggestion. "Mom would freak and tell me how disappointed she was in me and Dad would threaten to disown me if word ever got out in their social network that their perfect and precious daughter preferred her birthday suit to a business suit. That's one reason we're going to Cumberland. I figure two hundred miles is far enough away that none of Mom and Dad's 'holier than thou friends' will get wind of this." After reassuring Julian once more that her secret was safe with me, we both settled in for a peaceful and relaxing round of sun worship. "Would you mind putting some lotion on my back?" Julian piped up, after about thirty minutes of baking in the hot sunshine. In hindsight, I probably acted like a kid in a candy store jumping up way too quickly at the mere mention of the opportunity to lay my hands on this fine piece of artwork. Julian gracefully laid the back of the lounge chair into position and sprawled her naked body in front of me. There was that ass again. On my video camera it looked beautiful from twenty feet away, but staring at it now from a mere twenty inches away was indeed a sight to behold. "Is something wrong?" Julian rolled her head up and over her shoulder catching me staring in amazement at her firm and perfect ass instead of rubbing the lotion into her shoulders as requested. "Quit staring and start rubbing, you big perv," she joked, as she twitched her ass in a move obviously intended to further tease me. After covering her shoulders, back and legs with lotion, I quickly rubbed lotion onto her hips and ass cheeks trying hard not to linger too long and give her the impression that there was a sexual undertone to my actions. I would have loved to have lingered much longer on that particular part of her body but I didn't want to scare her off. "Where do you think you're going," Julian ordered, as she rolled over and saw me heading back to my chair. "You're only half done dude. Get those Nike swim trunks back over here." "Oh shit,' I thought to myself as I headed back in her direction. I had managed to distract my thoughts well enough during the back side lube to avoid getting a hard on that would be oh so obvious through my swim trunks, but there was no way I had enough mind control to do the front side without triggering a full staff erection. Julian knew I was a little uncomfortable with the situation. After rubbing lotion into every part except her tits and her inner thighs, she grabbed my hand and put it squarely on her right tit. "See," she laughed, "They don't bite. They might burn if you don't do a good job, but I assure you they don't bite." That was it; full staff, hard as a rock, and sticking out like a tent from my trunks. There was no avoiding it now and no hiding it either. As I massaged the sun tan lotion into her boobs and all around her glistening pussy, I once again marveled at the sight. The good Lord should be very, very proud of this particular creation. From the perfectly shaped nipples protruding from her grapefruit sized breasts to the narrow strip of expertly trimmed blond pubes pointing the direction to her womanhood, this was indeed a prize winning specimen. "Very nice," Julian commented, as I stood to leave and her eyes fixated on the undeniable bulge straining against my tented trunks. I wasn't sure if her "very nice" comment was referring to the massage, or if it pertained to the clearly visible state of my arousal that had captured her attention. I wasn't about to ask. By four o'clock Julian had to pack up and leave, departing with my blessing that she could come back the rest of the week and use the pool whenever she wanted. I told her I wouldn't be free again until Saturday, but she was welcome to come over whenever she wanted. When Saturday arrived, I was up bright and early hoping to get my weekend chores done efficiently so I could lounge around the pool in the afternoon, preferably with the company of my new nudist friend. At six thirty I walked out to get the paper and Julian was just coming in from her midnight shift, still dressed in her scrubs. She had told me she was forced to work nights as a resident since she had no seniority and the staff doctors liked to give the residents the really crappy shifts since they couldn't argue about it. Just as I was moping at the disappointment that this probably meant I would be spending my pool time alone today, Julian yelled across the driveway and asked if I was going to be home later. Both my spirits and my cock perked up immediately. "You should join us at the lake on Nude Day," Julian invited, as we continued our conversation poolside later that same afternoon. "I don't know," I cautiously replied. "I'm not so sure I want to parade around naked with a bunch of people staring at me all day." "It's not like that at all," Julian scolded me a little. "There's a stereotype that all nudists are just perverts lurking around the bushes trying to sneak a peak at naked women. That stereotype is so far from the truth. We're just like everyone else, except we like to have fun with no clothes on. It's not a big free for all orgy or anything like that, it's just normal people having fun at the lake doing what anybody else would do, playing volleyball, riding jet skis, having a picnic lunch on the beach, nothing more. I've been doing this for four years now and I have yet to see a single occurrence of public sex." "Somehow I know I'm going to regret this," I shuddered, shaking my head from side to side as I grinned and spoke. "To be honest though, it sounds like fun. I'm not sure I can be as self confident as you are with no clothes on, but I guess other than a little pride, I have nothing to lose. Count me in." "Super!" Julian squealed as she gave me a quick wink and a grin, "another convert." "By the way," she added, grabbing my semi-hard cock through my trunks before I could anticipate her actions and protect myself. "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!" Boing! Semi-hard to full staff in zero point two seconds, a new world record! Julian and I met off and on for the next two weeks in preparation for our day at the lake. There was a lot of playful flirting between the two of us, but nothing more. Despite the playful teasing and sexual innuendos, I had resolved myself to the realization that this free spirited twenty-five year old goddess was not interested in pursuing anything more intimate with a gent who was thirteen years her senior. I was having too much fun enjoying her company to risk jeopardizing it by pushing the issue further. Nude Day at the lake was as a blast. Julian was right. My mental perception of nudists was way off base. There were all shapes, sizes and backgrounds of people at the lake, but I didn't see a single person that appeared to be in the "pervert" category. The most surprising part for me was the average age of the group. My preconceived mental image envisioned a bunch of twenty something single girls running around naked with a bunch of pot bellied dirty old men gawking over them, when in fact the majority of people at the lake were middle aged couples who were bankers, lawyers, engineers -- just normal people! My biggest fear leading up to the day was that I would be walking around all day with a hard on and people would be staring at me as if I had a huge "Pervert" sign hanging around my neck. That fear never played out. When we first arrived, we signed in, headed for the locker room, and then headed straight for the beach. There was a twitch of the start of an erection when Julian grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the beach, but as soon as the cold water hit my flesh, that hint of an erection was gone and it didn't return all day. It all seemed perfectly natural. If I were at a beach back home and there were bikini clad women playing volleyball, I would have been watching intently, hoping to catch a tit flop out of a bouncing string bikini, but here the boobs were bouncing freely and I never once felt the urge to stare. "That was fun," Julian exclaimed as we climbed into my SUV to head home from our fun in the sun, leaning over and placing her hand on my thigh and giving me a lingering peck on the cheek. "I think we're going to need a relaxing day at your pool tomorrow to recover from this one." There went my day without an erection. I'm not sure if it was the warm hand on the thigh, the silky kiss on the cheek, or the erotic thoughts rushing through my head of what I was hoping would happen tomorrow, but whatever it was, it was jet fuel to the rocket straining to take off inside of my shorts. I must have driven thirty minutes without another sexual hint from Julian before the pressure in my pants finally subsided signaling the deflation of my raging hard on. While my mind drifted between the events of today and the anticipation of tomorrow, Julian snoozed away, completely exhausted from her annual excursion. I must have been more exhausted than I thought when I finally crashed for the night. Sunday morning found me crawling out of bed at ten o'clock, a good two hours later than my normal start to the day. As I stood in the kitchen brewing a desperately needed cup of java, I looked out at the pool and was surprised to see Julian already lounging poolside. Clad only in my terrycloth bathrobe, I poured an extra cup of coffee and headed toward the pool. "Oh God you're a saint," Julian gasped, as I offered her a steaming cup of wake up potion. "I need that so bad," she continued, as she sat in the chair with her knees pulled up to her chest and a terrycloth cover up stretched over her knees to insulate her from the cool morning air. "No more skinny dipping?" I pouted, as I gestured toward her covered body. "Despite all of the pre-Nude Day tanning," Julian sighed, "I got pretty burnt yesterday. I'm thinking I need to go easy on the ultra-violet rays for a few days." "I hear you," I nodded my head in agreement. "I didn't realize how cooked I got either until I jumped in the shower this morning and felt the sting of the water on my sunburn. I've got some Aloe Vera lotion in the house if you need some." "I'm not hurting that bad," Julian blushed, "But the sound of a nice Aloe rub down sounds too good to turn down. You sure you're up for it?" Before I could answer that simple question, her seductive blue eyes descended southward, breaking away from our eye to eye contact and landing squarely on my mid section. "Don't bother answering that question," she quickly continued as her eyes remained glued to my cock that was now as hard as a rock and sticking straight out through the opening in my robe. Julian headed straight for the bedroom. She must have remembered the house layout from the previous owners because she made a beeline for the master bedroom and plopped down on the bed, naked and spread eagled. "Hurry with the Aloe," she yelled, as I fumbled through the linen closet looking for the bottle. I thought my cock was as hard as it could possibly get, but when I entered the bedroom and saw her lying there on her back with arms and legs spread and a grin on that beautiful face that stretched from ear to ear, I could damn near hear the crackling in my shaft as it ratcheted up yet another notch on the Rockwell hardness scale. "Hope you don't mind if I shed this," I stammered, as I climbed on top of her and straddled her hips with my knees in preparation for her Aloe rub down. "I wouldn't want this scratchy fabric to irritate your sun burn," I winked, as the robe fell from my hand onto the floor and my cock pointed straight out over her belly button, parallel with her well toned abs. "Glad to know it's only my comfort you're thinking about," Julian laughed, as she reached out and gave my throbbing cock a gentle tug. Julian's skin turned from flawless silk to prickly goose bumps almost instantly as the cooling sensation of the Aloe flashed across her flesh. Starting with her shoulders and working my way down toward her breasts, I could see her nipples already straining with anticipation before my hands made it anywhere near her most sensitive spots. With her eyes closed in total relaxation, a soft moan escaped her lips when my hands finally made their way down to her tits and began to massage the soothing medication into her youthful mounds. Her body twitched with excitement and anticipation as I continued rubbing the cooling ointment into her abdomen, thighs, and calves. With the last millimeter of her front side medicated, Julian rolled over onto her stomach, uttering not a single word but also leaving not a shred of doubt in my mind what she wanted. On her front side I had started with the safe parts, the shoulders and arms, and worked my way down to the heat of her passion. On her back side, I went strait for those beautiful buns, spending about five times the amount of time necessary to effectively rub the lotion into her soft flesh before moving on to her back and shoulders. "Your turn," Julian responded, jumping up just seconds after the last inch of her ankle had been medicated. "Your lips look a little burnt and chapped," Julian grinned. "Aloe isn't safe for that," she followed with a dirty smirk. "Have no fear she winked, I'm a doctor. I have some special ointment for that," she smiled as she dipped two fingers into her soaked pussy and then brought the healing nectar to my lips and proceeded to spread it over them like lip ointment. "This looks a little red too and in need of some immediate attention," she grinned, as she grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled it within inches of her face for a closer look. "I've been craving to suck this cock since the first day I saw it straining to get out of those swim trunks." Who's Watching Who? By now I had come to the conclusion that tending to my sun burn was not what she had in mind when she jumped up and stated, "Your turn". With one hand wrapped around my rigid cock and the other cupping my aching balls, Julian hungrily licked her lips and proceeded to engulf my cock in her warm and succulent mouth. God it felt wonderful to feel her massaging my balls with her hand while her tongue and mouth attacked my cock from the tip of its head to the base of its shaft. Pulling my rod from her mouth and replacing her teasing tongue with a firm stroking from her free hand, Julian looked me right in the eye and said, "I have wanted you so fucking bad since the day I first saw you at the pool." As the lust in her eyes intensified, the speed of her strokes increased in unison. I didn't want to cum yet and I was fighting like hell to hold it off, but it was a battle I was destined to lose. "I hope you know that I've fingered myself to orgasm at least a dozen times since the night I watched you jacking off to the video of me on your big screen TV. God I wanted that to be me you were coming all over instead of those nice dress pants," she grinned, as her stroking reached a fever pace. That was it, there was no holding back now. The mental image of Julian peeping through my window watching me jack off while she sat there fingering herself to her own orgasm was an image too erotic for me to maintain control. My cock lurched like an erupting volcano and shot a streaming blast of cum squarely onto Julian's tits. Before the second spurt of cum could get from my balls to the tip of my cock, she somehow managed to get her mouth back over my erupting shaft in perfect time to catch the second, third, and fourth pulse of cum in her hungering mouth. Without missing another drop, she sucked me dry and licked me clean, smacking her lips and making a "mmmmmmm" sound as she finally released my spent rod from her lips. "How did you know I was spying on you?" I asked, in an inquisitive voice, crackling slightly from the nervousness of knowing that I had been busted. "Duh Genius," she rolled her eyes with one of those "you did something really stupid kind of looks". "Next time you decide to video tape someone without their knowledge, Agent 007, you might want to consider disabling or covering up that blinking red recording light on your camcorder!" I gently shook my head and lowered it in disbelief. I can't believe I did that. "You son-of-a bitch," I laughed, in an obvious flirty tone, raising my head back up to look her in the eye. "You've been teasing me all this time, knowing that I wanted to screw your brains out even before we actually met that day at my pool." "Guilty as charged, your Honor," she giggled, as she raised her right hand as if she were being sworn in for a court room testimony. "I didn't want you to think I was just some college nymph ready to pounce on the first thing that moved. A lady has to be patient to get what she wants you know." "Oh really," I replied. "And what may I ask is it that this particular lady has been so patiently waiting for?" "I needed to make sure you wanted me bad enough to do something as brave as Nude Day," she smiled, with a less lustful and more intimate look in her eyes. "You passed that test with flying colors," she added, "So now this lady wants to be ravished like an animal until both of us are sapped out of every last drop of cum and energy our bodies can produce." "It looks to me like I might have missed rubbing in a little bit of that Aloe," I said, pointing to the wet spot now visibly glistening between her thighs. "Let me take care of that for you." Julian closed her eyes and reclined back onto the bed, letting her legs part ever so slowly and sexily as her head relaxed on the pillow and her arms fell limp beside her. An approving moan vibrated from deep within her chest as my fingers made their first contact with her flaming desire. The dampness oozing from her love box provided the perfect lubricant to enhance the feeling of my strong fingers circling her clit and pressing against her pubic bone. Her moans became louder, more guttural, and more frequent as the circular massaging of her clit became more aggressive. Spreading her clit between my fingers to expose her tender bud, my tongue now took over the exploitation of her senses and the control of her emotions. Each flick of my darting tongue brought a new moan and a quiver from her hungering body. Her breathing became sharper and the moans turned to audible gasps for air as my relentless teasing continued. "Oh fuck," Julian cried out, in a blissful voice clearly signaling her approval of the torment my tongue was inflicting on the ten thousand nerve endings clustered at the surface of her swollen clit. "That feels so fucking great." Julian's hands grabbed my head and pushed me harder against her now extremely sensitive clit. I could feel her arms trembling and hear her moans soften to whimpers as her entire body quivered from the pending orgasm. It was like the orgasm was right there ready to explode but she somehow fought it off, savoring the intensity at the height of euphoria in those brief seconds just before the incredible release. "Oh my GGGGGod," Julian stuttered, as she raised her hips off the bed and ground her steaming pussy into my face. Just as my tongue reached as far as it could possible probe into her dampness, her body stiffened and every muscle in that gorgeous frame tensed as the flood of orgasm ripped through her entire being. I swear to God I thought she stopped breathing for at least ten seconds as her body remained tense and motionless on the outside as wave after wave of pure pleasure rippled inside of her. When the grip of the intense orgasm finally released its hold on her body, Julian crashed back onto the bed with a life saving gasp for air. As she lay there catching her breath, I lowered my lips to her breasts and began kissing them with soft, gentle kisses. Despite the fact that she had climaxed just seconds earlier, her nipples quickly responded and hardened at the touch of my lips. My hands quickly replaced my lips, allowing me to passionately kiss this angel for the first time since we had met. No more pecks on the cheek. Our lips locked, our tongues battled, and our collective breathing quickened as we passionately locked in a heated kiss. "Please fuck me Brian," she begged, as she pulled herself away for a needed breath and stared deep into my eyes. Her voice was soft and begging, not at all demanding. The glazed look in her eyes told it all. No longer did she have the playful, flirting look in her eyes. Now it was pure wanton need, almost desperation. "I need to feel you inside of me. I want to feel that hard cock inside of me baby. Please fuck me baby," her commands now beginning to take on a more desperate and more frantic tone. "Let me get a condom," I blurted in a rushed reply, as I leaned toward the bedside night stand and prayed that my emergency stash of ultra-sensitive "buddies" had not been depleted. "Forget the condom," Julian pleaded. "I want to feel the heat of your lust when you explode inside of me," her voice ratcheting up its desperation with every word. "Are you sure about this?" I questioned one last time, trying to be a gentleman but at the same time hoping like hell this hot filly would actually let me ride her bareback. "I'm a fucking doctor, you idiot!" Julian screamed, and then calmed her voice and grabbed my head to stare straight into my eyes. "I know exactly what I'm doing and what I want, and what I want right now is for you to fuck me like you've never fucked anybody before in your life." No more arguments from me. Two seconds later my raging hard on was gradually and teasingly pushing its way into her tightness, relishing in the incredible feeling of her tight and cum soaked pussy massaging my entire cock as it penetrated her pleasure palace. Julian slowly closed her eyes and let out a soft, muffled moan as the head of my cock reached its full penetration. It was a good thing for me that Julian had already drained my balls once, otherwise, the incredible fuck she was begging for might have turned out to be the considerably abbreviated Reader's Digest version. After a few slow and full strokes, I rapidly began to accelerate the pace. I've never seen anybody tremble, quiver, and involuntarily tense as much as Julian did as I tried to fulfill her request. The muscles in her arms, legs, and abdomen were visibly constricted as her sweating body tensed beneath my own. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, I relentlessly pounded my throbbing cock into her gripping box. The sweat that nature intended to cool my hard working body now dribbled onto Julian's glistening flesh and my breathing quickened as the inevitable orgasm began to build in my balls. "Oh fuck, Brian!" Julian cried out. Her ocean blue eyes were pointed in the direction of my own, but with a distant, unfocused look in them as if her mind was a thousand miles away, totally succumbed to the intense pleasure her quivering body was experiencing.. She gasped a lung full of desperately needed oxygen and dug her fingers into my shoulders like an eagle gripping its prey in its powerful claws. I could feel her muscles contracting on my cock as another crushing orgasm racked her trembling body. The feeling of her pussy clenching my cock, combined with the sights and sounds of the uncontrollable pleasure overflowing every emotion in her body, was more than I could stand and my cock erupted with a forceful blast of cum deep inside of her womb. The feeling of my bucking cock pulsing within her tight confines combined with the warm flash of my hot cum spraying her interior triggered one last orgasm as she gasped a loud moan and her sweat soaked body tensed in total release. We both collapsed on the bed in pure exhaustion. After a short nap we retired to the hot tub for a brief rejuvenating experience before we returned to the bedroom in preparation for round number two. Finally, about nine o'clock Sunday night, Julian's craving for endless hours of passionate sex had been satisfied. I had licked her wonderful pussy and clit to at least a dozen orgasms and drained my balls into her tight and welcoming pussy at least half that many times as we kissed, sucked and fucked the entire day. With a final hug and kiss, Julian gathered her clothes and headed home, leaving me with more fatigued muscles than I could ever have imagined and more incredible memories than I could ever have dreamed, all because of a little know holiday called Nude Day.