Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Angie From My Gable by Trionyx Spying on the unsuspecting college girl next door. Please note: This little story is told from two perspectives and features voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation and lesbian activity. Ben I live at the end of a long country lane in a house sandwiched between two others. On the left is a summer/weekend home of an executive for a biotech firm in a near-by city. On the right is a house that belonged to a wonderful couple named the Wilsons. They had a beautiful daughter Angie who was home from college for the summer at the time of these events. My house is a modest, one-story rambler painted green. A few years ago, I was up in the attic replacing insulation when I noticed I could see out of the attic vent at the end of the roof gable right into the Wilsons' back yard. Normally the eight-foot wooden fence screens our yards from each other and keeps their small swimming pool relatively private. After that, I have to admit, I was guilty of sneaking up to my attic to watch them on occasion. There is something exciting about watching scantily clad people in the pool when they haven't a clue that they are being watched. Most of the time nothing much ever happened when I spied on them. I remember one time seeing Fran come on to her husband in the shallow water. She had pulled the top of her suit down and teased him until he quit swimming and followed her into the house. Another time while she sunbathed with him she reached over and started to stroke him off. In a few minutes she had his attention and proceeded to give him a blow job. I have to admit, for a forty-two-year-old woman, it was nice watching her from my gable. However, after a few visits to the attic, I tired of the sport. After all, how many times can you watch people playing innocently in the pool before you get bored? Even with Fran's escapades, the routine began to get a bit old. On one summer day, all of that changed. Although we were neighbors, we weren't particularly close friends and there could be days or even weeks between our encounters with each other, usually at the mail box or while doing yard work. I was surprised when Fran told me Angie was coming home from college for the summer. Apparently Angie had no summer job lined up because after two brutal years in her STEM course work, she decided she needed to unwind and relax. I saw Angie from a distance a few times early in the summer and I have to admit, she had matured into a very cute young lady. I didn't think about her much until she had been home for nearly a month. I was working in my back yard in mid-July when I heard Angie's voice come from the other side of the fence. I never could see her as their fence was both a physical and visual barrier protecting their pool. "Afternoon, Mr. P. Whatcha doing?" "Oh, Hi, Angie. Look, you can call me Ben. Mr. P. makes me feel old." "But you are old," she laughed, "Just how old are you?" "Getting close to where I could've been your daddy." "Wow. Thatis old," she laughed again. "Sounds like you're busy over there." "Yeah, I'm digging for a new foundation for a garden statue I bought last week," I replied. "Well, don't get a heat stroke or a heart attack, Old Man. I'm going to keep cool between sunbathing sessions by dipping in the pool." "Sounds nice. Wish I had one on days like today, but the upkeep is a drag." "Yeah, well, Daddy has a pool guy come by." "Nice. I've seen him. You think he's a good-lookin' guy?" "Oh, he's OK, but he's dumber than shit. I couldn't go for him. You know what they say: After intercourse, discourse," she laughed, "And he could never engage in any meaningful discourse." We chatted about her college classes and her major for a few minutes before she told me she wanted to get back to sunbathing. "Say, Angie, do you know what today is?" I asked before she went back into the pool. "Yeah, it's the hottest day of the year, so far." "No, really. Know what holiday this is?" "Uh, fourteenth of July...Hmm..." she muttered before coming up with the answer. "Oh, yeah, it's Bastille Day, I think." "What?" "You know, kinda like our Fourth of July, except for the French." "Oh? I didn't know that. Anyway, that's not what I'm referring to. Care to guess?" "I'm sorry, Ben, I have no idea. What is today, anyway?" "It's International Nude Day!" "International Nude Day? Who came up with that crazy idea?" "I don't know. I heard one time it may have even started in New Zealand. Anyway, are you going to celebrate?" "Since I had never heard of it, no, I had no plans to celebrate." "You should. You could sneak one of your dad's brews and cool off by the pool." "Oh, I'd be too nervous, I think." "Why? You've got a perfectly private backyard and pool. No one will ever see you and you can celebrate by yourself. "I don't know. Probably not." "You should, Angie, and I promise I won't peek," I laughed. "Have fun." "Oh, maybe I will," was all I heard before a resounding splash. I figured she must have jumped into the pool. It was brutally hot and I decided I really did want some iced tea. Drinking a beer in such heat was not a good idea, particularly if I was going to keep working on the foundation. Inside the house, I cooled off a bit in the AC and my thoughts turned to Angie. At her high school graduation a few years earlier, she was one of the best-looking girls there. As I drank my tea, I thought it would be nice to see just how attractive she truly was and whether the intervening years had been good to her. With this in mind, I decided to go up into the attic and check her out. My seat behind the gable vent was a bit dusty, but the view was as I had remembered it. I could see all of their back yard, the patio and the pool area. Shortly after I got there and sat down, Angie pulled herself up from the pool. My, oh, my, had she grown and in all the right places! No one would ever call her stacked, but she had the right curves where they were needed. She walked with the assurance of a remarkably mature young woman over to her towel, dried off her hair and shoulders a bit and went over to the lawn chair. After flattening it, she stretched out on her stomach obviously in order to sun herself. With a quick flick of her fingers, she undid her bikini tie across her back. Imagine if you will a beautiful girl, on her stomach, her buttocks facing you and suddenly, she appears to have no top on. Although I couldn'tsee anything that unusual, the thought of watching her sunbathing without her knowing she was being watched started to turn me on. I was mesmerized by the sight. Every few minutes she would stir a bit, wave at perhaps a fly I couldn't see and turn her head from side to side. I was about ready to leave my perch when I thought she undoubtedly would want to sunbathe her stomach, so I waited a bit longer in the heat of the attic. My patience was rewarded a few minutes later. She languidly rolled over, faced me with her sunglasses pulled down over her eyes. Her bikini top still covered her breasts, but just barely. She reached over to her bag and pulled out some sun cream. I watched her as she started to apply some to her face and shoulders. The slow strokes were entrancing. Suddenly, I had a desire to be twenty again so I would have a chance of applying some cream to her shoulders for her. After a few seconds, she sat up on the lounge chair and looked around her as if she were making sure no one was watching. At one point she even appeared to look up towards me but I knew she couldn't see me. Before I knew it, she undid the neck string and dropped her top to the concrete. Oh, Sweet Jesus! Angie's breasts were perfect. I never have been one who liked huge boobs, but a well-turned breast should have some shape, stand out and say "Howdy!" These two breasts said "Howdy" in the most wonderful way. I was stunned by my luck. If she had an idea of what was going on, she would have taken off in a second. Angie began to apply her sun cream again, but this time she covered her shoulders and down across her chest. After a few times, her hands seemed to linger over her breasts but I didn't see any actual nipple stimulation. She reached down and quickly put sun cream on her legs. While she was doing this her modest boobs swayed slightly almost in a teasing manner until she stretched out on her back with her legs slightly spread. After a few minutes she waved at what must have been a fly before her hand rested briefly on her belly. A few seconds later she again waved at something before her hand landed right below her right breast with the thumb resting on the lower half. Then I saw it: the thumb was slowly reaching up and eventually started to circle the nipple in lazy little loops. She lifted her head up, glanced around again as if to make sure no one was looking, and rested her head back down and tipped slightly in my direction. The hand drifted up and her fingers began to tease the nipple, almost in a strumming motion. It was clear she was in no hurry as the digits, one-by-one gently rubbed right over the nipple. After what seemed like forever, she reached up with her other hand and rubbed the other nipple while giving the first one a rest. Slowly over time she seemed to be increasing the speed and intensity, working on first one and then the other nipple. I noted her mouth seemed to have partly opened and she was breathing obviously bigger breaths. Angie was clearly getting off on her nipple stimulation! As her left hand still toyed with the left nipple, her right hand slowly slid across her stomach. I couldn't believe my eyes! I was stunned at my luck. Her hand slid over the bikini and started to rub up and down over her cleft. At first the rubbing was gentle, but it became a bit more intense. She seemed to be majorly getting into it and her body started to writhe a bit on the lounge chair. Even though her sunglasses hid her eyes, they appeared to be tightly closed and her brow creased as she seemed to be enjoying herself more and more. A few minutes of this activity continued until she rather suddenly sat up, again looked around and, upon appearing satisfied, she stretched back down, lifted up her butt and swiftly slid her bottoms right off! Amazing! Here she was, naked as could be, facing my house and was oblivious to my watching her. Right in front of me she had joined with thousands of others celebrating this famous day, though I'm sure she wasn't thinking of the holiday as she took care of business. She sat about to resuming her previous activities. Her right hand slowly rubbed up and down around her shaved lips and up over her clit. She didn't seem to touch herself directly, just around the sensitive spots. Up and down, around the outside, teasing herself. After what seemed an eternity, the rubbing with her lower hand increased in intensity and with her other hand she reached down and parted her lips. She slid her finger a bit inside and moved it up to her clit as her first hand fell to her side. Her head rolled a bit from side to side as she rubbed tiny, quick strokes right on her clit. It took only a few minutes and she was writhing about, biting her lips and arching her back. A noticeable flush covered her chest and breasts before she slowed down with her finger action. Finally, she relaxed and both hands dropped to her sides. She appeared completely relaxed, breathing deeply. A few minutes later she looked around her, and once she was satisfied she had not been seen, she sat up once again and started with the sun cream again. Angie After I had greeted Mr. P, uh, Ben, that is, I pretty much ignored his comments about International Nude Day. I mean, he does pass the vibe check even though he talked about that nude day thing. To me, pubic nudism seemed to just be a chance for old geezers to look at naked women, but he didn't quite creep me out talkin' about it. Well, anyway, I swam a bit and decided to sunbathe. I stretched out on my tummy for a while and of course I undid my strap. I mean, who wants to have a strap mark on their back, anyway? After I cooked for a bit, I decided to flip over and fry my belly. I took the cream from my bag and started to cover my front from the legs clear up to the top. My bikini top was hanging kinda loose but I didn't remove it right away. I'd always been a bit modest that way, I guess, but I decided, maybe because of the Nude Day thing, to take off my top. I, like, sat up, looked around and as I was getting ready to lie back down, out of the corner of my sunglasses-covered eyes, I thought I saw some movement up in Mr. P's, uh, Ben's house. Now, I don't know much about houses or terminology but at the end of the house, right under the roof, is a window like thingy. I guess it ventilates the attic, I don't know. Anyhoo, I could have sworn I saw movement up there. Now, normally I'd have freaked out to think someone was watching me but somehow on that day, I was OK with it. In fact, it kind of excited me a little that an old guy, well, I mean he had to be, like, at least forty, was spying on me. I stretched back, undid and dropped my top to the deck. I knew he was watching me and, I have to admit, it was kinda exciting. He must 'uv thought he was spying on me without me knowin' it, but I knew he was and, in a way, it kinda put me in control. I began to cover my entire front from face to feet with the suntan lotion. I had to lean forward to do my legs but my belly and boobs I could do lying down. Once I was done, I stretched back down and casually tipped my head towards his house. I knew my sunglasses hid my eyes so I could look carefully. Right at that time the sunlight reflected off the pool and right to his house. I don't know if he knew it but the sunlight lit him up like a spotlight. It was clear he was up there and watching my every move. Racing through my mind were two different thoughts. The first was that I should run to the house and hide and not let the old perv see me. The second, however, was that I found myself kinda excited to be showing off. He thought I didn't know but I did. I could give him a show he could put in his spank bank and it wouldn't appear to be on purpose. And girls kinda have spank banks, too and this could be in mine. At least he wasn't filming me, now was he? Number two won out and I decided to put on a show. Now, I knew I had to make it look natural so I pretended to be bothered by a fly or something. I'd wave my hand like I was brushing one away and after a few times, I let my hand rest right below my boob. Then I gently let my thumb stroke across the nipple like I was teasing myself. As I did it, however, I realized it felt pretty good. I like taking care of my own business. It's a lot more successful than most of the guys I've slept with. I mean, I've had more than my share of hair triggers and jerks who only care about getting off and not about me. So, I end up frequently making my own little girl happy, if you catch my drift. A lot. So, there I am teasing my nip, I switch to the other side and all the while knowing I'm being watched. It seemed to make me even hornier than ever. I knew I wanted to come, needed to come in the worst way. I let my hand slip down and I rubbed right over my cooch, rubbing right along the slit. It felt sooo good that I almost forgot I was putting on a show. Once I remembered, I stopped, sat up, pretended to look around and, while I did, checked out the little window thingy. He was still there! I stretched back out, raised up my hips and slid the bikini bottoms right down until I was totally nude! Then, then I did the two-fingered tango for him, well, for me, too, I guess. I mean, I enjoyed it, believe me! I like to tease around the clit first, it seems to get my juices flowing better, before I go for the glory. I rubbed my lips up and down until I was getting super-hot, then I slid my finger between my lips and wetted them before rising up to my pearl. God, that feels so good when I wait like that. Just the waiting seems to get my furnace burning hotter than ever. Anyway, I was able to get the little girl nice and wet so I could really go to town. I'm not super sophisticated when it comes to rubbing one out. I rub right on the clit, up and down, or sometimes around in little circles until I come. Simple as that. So that's what I did and when I came, I was jerking and moving around on the lounge chair like crazy. Funny thing was; it was not for show. I actually rubbed out a nice one and my body was completely out of my control. As I came down I glanced through my sunglasses up at the window and I could still see him there. I wondered if he was rubbing one out, kinda like I just had or what. Anyway, I relaxed a bit more before sitting up to apply more sun cream. Ben I took this opportunity to sneak downstairs to grab my digital camera, set the zoom on full and creep back upstairs. I silently cursed myself for not having the camera the first time, but hey, a nude shot is better than nothing. Once I got back to my hiding spot I was flabbergasted to see her back to her old tricks! She was again supine, legs splayed right at me and her finger busily working her into another orgasm. It didn't take so long and she was a lot rougher this time, dipping her finger clear to her knuckle into her slit before pulling it over her clit with the other hand pulling and squeezing her nipples. In no time at all she flushed again, arched her back and bit her lip, I guess to prevent from crying out. She slowly recovered, relaxed and dozed off to sleep. My camera caught it all and to this day I still have photographic memories of Angie from my green gable. Angie I actually got pretty hot after that first 'O'. I'm happy to say I can come again and again if the circumstances are just right. But those circumstances are only when I'm the one taking care of business myself. I've never had a guy take me there twice and usually I'm lucky to have him take me there even once. Basically, I decided to grow more hair on my palms (Where did that saying come from, anyway?) and quickly worked on rubbing out another one. To get to a second orgasm, I need things a bit more vigorous. I went to town rubbing extra hard and even plunged my finger clear inside, rubbing my G-spot (How sweet that is!) and even rubbing around my cervix. Knowing he was watching me made things even crazier and more exciting. I went to town and in no time I had a second, wild climax. This one seemed to sap me of my energy and I relaxed back and I actually fell asleep. I don't know how long I was out but it probably wasn't too long. I opened my eyes and glanced over at Ben's house. Yup, he was still up there watching me. I had had enough and wanted to cool off in the AC so I slowly got up, grabbed my things and walked, throwing a little extra wiggle in my naked ass, towards our house. Ben A few weeks after I watched from my gable vent while Angie masturbated herself into two orgasms, I was again outside working in my back garden. The eight-foot solid wood fence between our yards kept me from seeing but not from hearing what was going on around my neighbor's pool. This particular Wednesday afternoon was no exception. I heard laughter of what sounded like two girls coming from Angie's side of the fence. There was some splashing, a bit of giggling and episodes of what sounded like diving from the diving board. I must have made enough noise to attract their attention as before long I heard Angie's voice call out, "That you, Mr. P, uh, Ben?" "Yup. Just me living here, so I guess it's me." "Still working on the foundation?" "Nope, that's all done. I'm clearing out some brush and weeds from this garden by the fence." "Not looking for a knothole, are you?" "No," I laughed, "You dad made sure of that. Uh, who's your friend?" "Morgan. You remember her? She sat next to me at graduation." I had been invited to Angie's graduation more out of courtesy than anything else, I presume. I had gone to the high school stadium and sat with her proud parents and they seemed to appreciate the company. I vaguely remember Angie sitting next to a redhead, but more than that I couldn't remember. "Uh, no, can't say that I do." I heard some whispering, a scraping sound and a few giggles from behind the fence when suddenly the cutest little redhead popped up behind the fence. "Hi. You must be Ben," she said. "Yeah. Hi. Morgan, right?" "Umm-hmm. Just visiting and catching up." "Where from?" "Oh, I live here but I go to college at Central while Angie's at State. We're telling each other about school, guys, you know." "You like it there?" "Central? Yeah, I love it. Doing OK and plan to get my CPA when I'm done." "Ooh, wow. Quite an accomplishment. Good luck." "Thanks. Nice meeting ya. See ya." She dropped out of sight and I heard more giggles as I turned to my work. Suddenly Angie's head popped up over the fence. "Hi, Ben. Looks like I grew, doesn't it?" "I doubt a little thing like you grew to over eight feet." "You're right," she giggled, "Morgan and I dragged the picnic table over here. Hey, you've got a nice yard here. And I really like the statue. What's that? A naked lady with wings?" "That is the Greek goddess Theia, mother of the sun and the moon." "Cool! Speaking of naked, did you celebrate International Nude Day?" "Uh, no," I responded, remembering the wonderful day when I saw her from my gable. "Here you told me about it and didn't even celebrate? That's lame." "Yeah, maybe it is. What about you?" There was a few second pause as she looked away from me before answering, "Well, I miiiight have." "What do you mean 'might'?" "Well, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted a better allover suntan." "Didn't burn any sensitive areas, did you?" "Oh, no! I used good sun cream. Let just enough light in to even out the tan lines." "You did what?" asked the laughing voice of Morgan. "Ben here told me about International Nude Day a few weeks ago. I thought it might be nice to celebrate by myself, so I did." "Well, I'm glad you did," I broke in without her realizing just how glad I was, "And you had a perfect set up for skinny dipping right there. Now, I've gotta get back to this, so, take care." "You too, Ben," she said as she dropped out of sight. "Nice meeting you, Ben," came Morgan's voice. For the next few minutes all I could think about was that session a few weeks prior. I knew there were two of them and I wouldn't likely see any naked bodies, but I decided to quietly go into the house and crawl back into my attic. Maybe I'd have a good chance to look at Morgan as well. When I got there, I was pleased to see Angie and her friend Morgan. Morgan was incredibly petite, perhaps four feet eleven in her stocking feet. Short, but certainly well-proportioned and covered with tiny little freckles. 'Cute as a button,' my mother would have said. Both girls wore tiny little bikinis though Morgan's, consisting of three tiny triangles and some string, was small enough to fit into a Band-aid box. I enjoyed watching the girls frolic in the water for a bit and right as I was about to head down the ladder, they seemed to agree to quit swimming and moved over to the lawn furniture close to my view spot. This was right where Angie had provided me with the sight of my life just a few weeks before. Curiosity kept me glued to my seat. I heard Angie faintly tell her friend the sun was 'super bright' and that they needed some sun cream. Each girl pulled out a tube of cream and set about applying some to various parts of their bodies. What a lovely site. They stretched out on their backs, facing me and closed their eyes. After about fifteen minutes Morgan went to turn over and said something to her friend. Angie mumbled something I couldn't catch, Morgan nodded yes and Angie sat up and picked up the sun cream again. She reached over and started applying cream to Morgan's pale, freckled shoulders. After a few seconds I heard another mumble, Morgan again nodded yes and Angie reached down and untied Morgan's bra string. Now this was getting interesting, but it could be simply two close friends helping each other out with sun cream. Angie applied cream and rubbed it in all over Morgan's back and even down on her sides, where I could barely see Morgan's right breast bulge on the towel. Angie started to apply cream to Morgan's arms, rubbing up and down in long smooth strokes. I didn't know for sure, but Morgan seemed to be relaxing all the more. Angie turned her attention to Morgan's legs. She started out by doing the soles of the feet before slowly working her way up the legs, spreading them as she went. Every few seconds as she moved about I could get a glimpse of Morgan's ass, which was totally uncovered by the string thong. Angie seemed in no hurry to finish her job and as she covered the thighs, her strokes seemed to slow down. She slowed even further when she reached Morgan's buttocks. There seemed to be slow, circular strokes which pulled at times at Morgan's crack, exposing even a bit more to me. After a few minutes of this I realized the cheeks had been adequately covered with cream, but the stroking went on! What was going on here? Morgan gradually shifted and spread her legs even further apart and did not even try to stop the action on her butt. It was then I knew; Morgan was getting off on this and Angie must have sensed it and didn't stop. Angie's finger tips sunk ever deeper into Morgan's crack with every other stroke and Morgan slowly thrust her butt a bit more into the air. I saw her gripping the edges of her lounge chair and realized her face was furrowed deeply, eyes tightly shut. Angie didn't stop at all and began to reach lower and lower into Morgan's crack! The stroking stopped and some slight finger action began as Angie pulled the string from Morgan's crack and started tiny, little quivering actions with her index finger. This seemed to drive Morgan wild. She thrust her butt higher and higher into the air as if to meet the finger before she started to moving rhythmically to meet each finger thrust. In no time at all she pitched her head up, flushed and spasmed for about twenty seconds. Morgan had just come! A minute or so later, as Angie was still slowly barely teasing Morgan with her finger, Morgan seemed to awaken, rolled over and looked at Angie straight in the eye. What a beautiful sight. Her bikini top had stayed behind on the lounger and her pale white breasts were a delightful pair tipped with tiny, coral nipples. She murmured something, Angie blushed and nodded, and the two girls came together in a long, sensuous kiss. Morgan pushed her away a bit, stood up and quickly slipped down her tiny bikini bottom. There was a most fetching tiny triangle of fiery orange pubic hair which seemed to glow in the sun. She reached down and quickly undid Angie's top, stretched her down on her back and began to apply cream to Angie's breasts. There was no hesitation about it. This had nothing to do with sun protection and everything to do with sex. She even poured a dollop right on each nipple before she gradually rubbed the cream around in circles right on the nipple. Angie didn't try to hide her excitement. She arched her back several times and even grabbed Morgan's hand to have her resume the attention when a nipple had been ignored too long. Morgan seemed to tire of this game fairly quickly, however, and soon turned her attention down to Angie's belly. She rubbed a bit of cream all of the way down to Angie's bikini bottom, pulled the bit of cloth up somewhat and peeked in. Angie giggled suddenly and arched her back to lift up her torso and Morgan took the hint. In a flash she pulled down the remaining cloth on either of them to expose Angie's familiar (to me, at least!) lips, still as pretty as before. Morgan didn't waste any time now with cream. She simply leaned down with her butt facing me and started tonguing Angie. I could not see the action as Morgan's head was in the way, but so what! I was mesmerized by the site of this petite redhead with her face down in Angie's crotch and her ass pointed towards me. Angie rolled her head from side to side, squeezed her thighs together onto Morgan's head and came after a few minutes in long, writhing spasms of her torso. After a few minutes, Angie opened her eyes and stared at her friend. She smiled, even giggled a bit, and pulled her up to her where they rested breast on breast and kissed again. They were still kissing when I left them to run down the ladder to get a cold beer. It was hot as hell in the attic and was even hotter watching the two of them. Angie I know, I know. I'm a bad person. No, not for having sex with Morgan. After all, girls like to have fun now and then, at least we did at college. And this was one of those times. No, I was bad because I knew, I just knew for sure Ben was going to watch us. When he had spied on me, I had known it and I, like, pretended I didn't know it. But here, well, here I was sure he'd spy on us, me and Morgan, and she'd not even know. I thought at one point about telling her but I had so gotten off on him perving on me, thinking I didn't know about him that I wanted it again. Well, I was afraid Morgan would, like, flip out or something and the whole thing would blow up. So, I didn't tell her. And that's why, I guess, I'm, like, a bad person. After we went swimming, we decided to get some sun. Morgan is pale skinned and red headed so she had to be real careful not to fry herself. And she had a lot of skin to fry! Her ass cheeks were totally exposed with the thong hiding nothing in the rear and up front were three tiny triangles barely hiding her nips and bits. We stretched out on our backs after covering ourselves with sun cream. Right as we lay down, I quick peeked and there he was. Ben was watching again. In my mind I kept thinking about him watching us which made me pretty horny all the sudden. I didn't dare flick my kitten in front of Morgan, so I lay there getting' hornier and hornier by the minute. Morgan told me she had to turn over and a short bit later we talked about putting on some sun cream. I got her cream and began to apply it on her shoulders and back but the damn string got in the way. She agreed to let me untie it before I finished her back. I turned to her arms and later her legs. She was like putty in my hands and seemed to enjoy me rubbing the cream onto her skin. As I rubbed up from her feet, she slid her legs apart and I could easily see her dripping wet lips around the tiny string of the thong. Later as I rubbed on her butt, I heard her sigh softly and she even thrust her butt up to meet my hands. She clearly was getting interested, even excited by my rubbing the cream on her ass. I kept at it and slowly began to move my fingers down her crack and closer to her cooch. I could even smell her excitement as my fingers came closer and closer to her to her lips. Once I heard a soft moan I knew she wanted me to finish her off. I pulled the thong off to one side and slid my thumb right into her while my fingers rubbed her clit. As I pushed in, her ass pushed up just like she was fucking. She gripped the sides of the chair, moaned even louder before suddenly coming right there in front of me. After she rested a few seconds, she rolled over facing me. I knew that Ben was getting an eyeful, at least when I moved slightly to the side so I wouldn't block his view. "That was so nice," she whispered before going on, "I feel I owe you something." I reassured her she didn't 'owe' me anything but she sat up and leaned towards me, her eyes demanding a kiss. Now, I've kissed girls before and I've even liked it. Girl kisses are sweeter, softer. Sure, a good, hard demanding kiss from a guy can turn on my engine, but this girl-kiss was perfect, particularly because I knew we were being watched. I figured it'd give ol' Ben something to remember for a long, long time. Morgan got up, stripped off her tiny thong and grabbed my sun cream, nudged me down onto the lounger and dribbled cream right on my boobs. She began to gently rub the cream in, paying good attention to my nipples. It felt good, damn good, to have her teasing me like that. And somehow, knowing we were being watched made it that much sexier. I glanced over to Ben's place through my sunglasses and could still see him watching us so I figured I'd let Morgan keep doing what she wanted. She'd take care of one nipple but if she ignored one too long, I'd drag her hands back over. I was getting hot and I wanted to get off, just like she had. As if to answer my prayers, Morgan drifted her hands lower and lower on my belly and she even pulled the cloth away from my pubes, I guess to look. I had my eyes closed at the time but had to laugh to myself. Since I wanted more and Morgan was clearly interested, I hiked my ass up off the lounger and Morgan quickly slid my bottoms off. At that point I was starkers with my cooch pointed right at Ben. I knew, I just knew he was getting another show and the thought excited me more and more. Suddenly, without any encouragement from me, Morgan went down on me. I'd dined only twice at the Y before and I'd received a return favor from a girl on one of those times, so this was still kinda new for me. But it was nice, real nice. She had a nice little tongue tip that she would make stiffer and softer as it rubbed across my pearl, making me more and more excited every second. Right before I came I peeked out and still saw Ben up there watching us, surely seeing Morgan's slit as she bent over me. My 'O' was pretty wild. Somehow the excitement of being nude outdoors and knowing we were being watched, well, it was like, uh, nothing I'd ever had before. After I came, Morgan stretched out on top of me and we kissed. Some of the kisses were pretty tender and I had a flash of panic: Was she having feelings for me or was this, as I hoped, just a wild romp to get our rocks off? Ben When I crept back up the ladder and sat in my chair, I saw that they had started up again! This time they were in a perfect 69 position with Morgan on top, her head buried between Angie's outstretched thighs. Both of them seemed to be urgently going at it, particularly Morgan. Because Morgan was so short, Angie had to bend her neck forward to reach Morgan's crack and she didn't seem to be quite as comfortable as her partner was. Even so, Morgan's tongue action must have been enough because Angie eventually slowed her tongue action down, tightened her forehead and bucked like wild as she came in what appeared to be a powerful orgasm. Morgan held on and once the orgasm was over, she scooted to put her cunt close to Angie's face, who responded by again licking furiously. In no time at all Morgan had to hold on again, this time because her jerking motions nearly threw her off her friend as Morgan came in wave after wave. A few minutes later both girls sat up and looked around, as if to make sure they had not been seen. Little did they know that right above them I sat in my attic watching their every action. They seemed to be satisfied and walked over, hand in hand, to the pool. Angie ended up pushing Morgan into the water and after a friendly splashing fight, they frolicked nude in the pool, kissing in the shallow end and generally being close together. I took the opportunity to go down and grab yet another beer and take a leak. I went back up a third time in the day to catch Morgan out of the pool sitting semi upright, legs straddled wide and Angie, still in the water, was eating her out. Morgan's tiny tits were being attended to by her own hands as she stroked them and gently pulled at them as Angie busied herself down below. Once again this tiny little bit of a girl arched her back as she climaxed while Angie held onto her thighs for dear life. After a few minutes of quiet, Angie got out of the pool and squatted herself right over Morgan's face! I could see how Morgan reached up with her tongue and got busy working on her friend and wrapped her hands around Angie's butt cheeks to keep her in place. It didn't seem to take her very long at all before Angie's swaying and bending of the knees signaled another orgasm! How many times were these girls going to do each other, anyway? Angie finally wobbled off Morgan and slid down to the pavement. After a few minutes the two moved to the loungers, stretched out, nude, facing me and lightly held hands as they appeared to drift into sleep. They seemed to be finished with sex at that point and I made my way downstairs. What a day! I had thought I was lucky a few weeks before when I saw Angie's solo act, but this was way, way better. And I couldn't wait to see what else might happen during the summer. Angie After I recovered a tiny bit more from Morgan going down on me, I saw Ben wasn't up in that window thingy any more. I was a little disappointed but that thought was quickly lost as Morgan turned around on top of me and began to tease my clit again. You know, she's, like, major inches shorter than me and I couldn't easily reach her slit with my tongue, but I tried and also used some finger action to help her along. But Morgan had a phenomenal tongue and knew how to use it. In no time at all I was rising up to another big one and she must have sensed it. Her tongue was right on my clit, rubbing up and down and there was nothing short of my mom showing up that would have kept me from climaxing again. Right before I did, my eyes opened a second and through my sunglasses I saw him. Ben was back! Seeing him was the final thing tipping me over into my second 'O' of the afternoon. Once I recovered, Morgan slid her cooch up towards me so I could reach it and I went to town. I figured she'd given me two great orgasms in a row and I owed her one. I have to admit, it didn't take much to get her off. Shit, because she nearly threw herself off the lounger when she came, I had to tightly hold onto her. Afterwards, she relaxed and rested on me with me gently licking her wet lips. Both of us needed to cool off so we moved over to the pool. I quickly grabbed her and yelled 'Yeet!' as I pushed her cute little ass into the pool. She came up laughing, swearing, calling me a 'beeyatch' and splashing me until I jumped in next to her. As we swam around for a while, I realized I liked swimming nude. It felt so free with nothing tight binding on my ass or boobs. It was at that point I realized Ben's teasing me about that nude day thing was probably the neatest thing he could have done. I could see myself becoming a nudist easy. Morgan grabbed me a few times, we splashed each other and swapped a few kisses as we played and swam around. One time she came to me in medium depth water up to my neck, but was clearly too deep for her. She boosted herself up, put her legs over my hips and we, or rather I, stood there kissing. At a break in the action, she whispered in my ear she'd love to have another round. I kept holding her on my hips as I waded to the edge of the pool before helping boost her onto the patio. Holding her legs apart I lowered my face and went in for an Aussie kiss. She squealed a bit but quickly relaxed, started breathing heavily and pulled my head towards her. I kept at it, working hard to get her off as quickly as possible. I may not have done it very often, but I guess I figured out what she wanted or needed because in no time at all, she, like, exploded in front of me. It was pretty neat that I was able to get her off like I did. But, and it's a big but, I wanted a little more action, too. I crawled out of the pool, nudged her down onto the tile and squatted right over her. I'd never squatted over someone while they ate me out and it was different, kinda hard on the knees, but still majorly fun. I was facing Ben's place and as Morgan's tongue went to action on me, I looked right at the window thingy. Yup, he was still there, watching and probably jacking off. Yet he still didn't know I was onto him. Through my sunglasses I forced myself to watch him watching me. Somehow, the thought of showing off my stuff raced through my mind, acting like a booster rocket to my horniness. It took only a few more seconds before I exploded yet again. I collapsed down and held myself up on my arms as Morgan gently licked my lips a final, few times. I was unsteady getting up and kinda rolled over to the tile next to Morgan. We talked softly for a minute or so and once I had recovered, we decided to sunbathe a bit more. Once on the loungers Morgan grabbed my hand and in no time at all, I was sound asleep. Ben As it turns out, that episode was the last one I would ever see. The Wilsons left suddenly a week later to help one of Angie's ill grandparents. A few weeks afterwards a 'For Sale' sign was placed on their property and one month later, a young couple moved in. Because they had two young toddlers, they drained the pool and covered it with a study wooden structure making it look like a deck in the middle a tile and concrete patio. As a result, I sadly never again saw Angie from my gable. Angie Unfortunately, that was the last time I was able to expose myself to Ben. My folks had to leave suddenly and I went with them to visit Nana who wasn't doing too well. She was slowly getting weak and needed to live with someone and Mom and Dad agreed to move into her house and take care of her. They decided not to return to our place down South and they put it up on the market right before I went back to school. I never got to have a final quick dip in the pool or a chance to let Ben spy on me again. But one thing's for sure: I definitely like showing myself and can see it being part of my life for a long time to come.