Weakly, she blinked the pleasure-fog out of her eyes, and looked at the peephole. It was black for a moment, then changed to a lighter shade. Her watcher had abandoned his post, in spite of the fact that she was still as wantonly exposed as ever!
After a few moments, when there wasn't any sign that whoever had been spying on her was returning to the peep hole, she felt a twinge of anger. What could be more important than admiring her naked beauty?
Quietly, she got up and eased over toward the opening. She felt the hot summer breeze stir the air, dry the sweat on ha naked flesh. Very cautiously, wary of the watcher returning unexpectedly, she put her eye to the peep hole.
For a moment there was only a confusion of lines and angles. Then she managed to sort them out. To the right, something cut off her view. A towel on a hook, she decided. Then she looked down, and bit back a gasp.
She had been right, it was a boy. She tried to think of his name, but couldn't. She had seen him around the pool all summer. He had blond hair and a nose that was perpetually peeling from sunburn.
What had made her gasp was that he was as naked as she was and his hand was curled around his jutting hard-on. Just the pinkish purple head protruded from his fist. He was slouched back on the bench so just part of his ass was perched on the edge. His trim legs were stretched out in front of him. Sweat beaded his downy upper lip as he stared at his dick – and pumped its lean length.
Kim felt her insides wind themselves into a knot. What a beautiful dork! Her palms itched to fondle it, to feel the soft satin skin slide over the rock-hard core. She could seethe skin wrinkle first one way and then the other as the boy's hand moved up and down his pecker. The head was shining with pre-cum, and each movement of his hand brought another thick, slick emission from the slit at the tip.
Perry? That was his name. Perry McBride. He was lean and graceful – no fat on him. His cock jutted up from a pale red bush of fine hair. His belly was barely tanned. Freckles sprayed across his shoulders and down his arms, and over his cheeks and forehead. His nose was raw pink where the dead skin had peeled away.
But that cock! That lowly, lovely cock kept drawing her eyes. He was rubbing it, up and down, up and down, slowly, as if he was trying to prolong the pleasure. Kim's mouth watered. It wanted a chance at that lovely popsicle! The thick clear drops from the tip oozed down and pooled against Perry's fingers as he squeezed and pumped his cock.
Kim could her his jacking off! It was a wet, sticky, crackling sound. Every downstroke made the little mouth at the tip gape. Then his hand moved up, and the mouth closed, and another clear drop welled up, caught the sunlight like a jewel.
As she spied on the youngster, Kim slid a hand down into her crotch and fought to keep from moaning aloud. She slipped a finger up into her still-dripping hole, and felt a fresh wave of juices flood down. She dreamed of that dick sliding up into her hole, and the walls of her cunt spumed.
Perry's eyes were closed now, his teeth gritted, as his hand moved up and down his dong. For a moment, she thought he had shot a glance in her direction, and almost flinched back from the peep hole. She decided that as long as she blacked the light, as long as she didn't move, he wouldn't know she was watching. It was because he had backed away for a moment that she had seen the light change and spotted the opening.
She pressed her forehead against the wall and blinked. Her eyelashes brushed the partition she was so close to it. Her nipples pressed the cool hard board. She deliberately squirmed, made her tits slide over it.
She ignored the drop of sweat that tickled its way down between her breasts. All that mattered was that lovely, lovely cock that was being jacked off. The boy's hips were shifting and squirming now, and his hand was moving faster on his thrusting prick. He was panting, licking his lips.
He groaned, and curled up a little. He looked down at his dong. His hand squeezed, his toes curled.
Kim choked.
A creamy, pearly jet of cum spouted from Perry's dick. It leaped, in a smooth, flashing curve, and fell with a heavy "spunk" to the gray planks of the floor. It was followed by a second, then a third, even larger one. The last one got the greatest range.
The carnal squirting went on and on, vigorous, copious beyond belief. Thick pearly-gray spoutings arced through the air and spotted the gray floor and spilled through the cracks, dripped into the crawlspace beneath the lockers. Kim's cunt twisted with frustration as she watched Perry's spurting spill uselessly on the uncaring wood and onto the sand and rock below. A soft groan of misery escaped her lust-knotted throat. This time she was certain Perry glanced at the peep hole.
Without thinking, she fell back away from the hole. She slouched down on the bench, and drove her hands deep into her flaming crotch. Grabbing blindly, she found a fresh, full tube of suntan cream and aimed the cap into her ravenous cunt. Sprawling her legs wide apart, she drove the cold plastic into her twat, raped herself with it. She humped herself on the phony phallus and held in her mind the memory of Perry's spurting pecker. She pumped the plastic shaft in her spuming cunt, the harsh edges of the cap scrape her tender walls. She recalled the first thick jettings of Perry's cock spilling down over his cock-head as his exhausted muscles lost the power to shoot his cum up, were able only to wring the first thick waves out.
She had an urge to squeeze the tube she was fucking herself with. She wondered if she could squeeze it hard enough to pop the cap off. Then she could flood herself with suntan cream – it would be lanolin-loaded semen. The cap would jam in her vagina, be a hard knot at the end of her tunnel. The thick, oily cream would flood her crevices. It would be cool and exciting against her aroused folds. It might even seep up into her cervix and womb.
Her cumming coiled like a snake then struck up through her. She laughed – a hot, crazy mad lust laugh – at her insanity. Perry was probably watching as she pistoned the suntan tube in her twat.
It could go on all day! First she would jack off and get him horny. Then he would beat his meat while she spied on him and got horny. Back and forth, back and forth, like a tennis match.
Then her cumming raged through her and wiped away all thought and she let the memory of his gorgeous cock swirl through her pleasure-racked brain. Her cunt spasmed around the cool shaft of the suntan lotion. It was really a most satisfactory cumming. She clung to it for a long, long time, then eased the fake dick out of her aching, exhausted twat.
She thought of fishing out the cap, and was glad she hadn't managed to pop it off inside her. She wiped the tube clean and put it back on the shelf. Then, her knees bent and her legs spread, she lay back on the bench. The hot summer sun dried her pussy as she caught her breath.
She heard the door of Perry's locker slam, heard his footsteps fade away down the corridor, and sighed. She should, she thought, feel some shame.
She didn't. She felt a vague sort of vengeance toward Walter. Her eye lighted on his jock strap, dangling from a hook near the peep hole. She wondered if he really needed the thing. She was beginning to think that he didn't have anything to put in the knitted cup.
How long had it been since he had made love to her? She couldn't even remember. Served her right for marrying a man twenty years her senior. Sure, he had all the financial security she had demanded. Only now she was realizing that money couldn't fill certain holes.
Her less shaky, Kim struggled to her feet and reached for her bikini. Donning it quickly, she draped a towel over her shoulder and headed for the pool. On the way she passed a full-length mirror, and paused to study herself.
Her breasts bulged invitingly from the cups of her bra. The soft, tanned mounds were still firm. Her belly was trim, her hips and ass shapely. Her legs were long and graceful and slack.