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   The Start Pt.  07: The Other Neighbour

   Fun with a second neighbour, who has a big surprise.

   I'd been having fun with the neighbour to the rear of our property for a
few months.  Several times I'd walked from his house to mine, either naked
or semi-naked, without thinking of the neighbours in the adjacent detached
property.

   They were seldom there, the fence to the garden high, so the only way
I'd be seen was from the rear bedroom, which I knew Mr Patterson used as an
office.  Both he and his wife were regular church-going types, so I thought
my aunt would have heard from him if he'd seen me naked.

   Not that she or I would have cared what he had seen.

   However, one day I found out he wasn't the quiet Christian I thought him
to be.

   Unlike many girls, I'm not a tanning sort of person.  I'm proud of my
pale complexion, look after my skin and spend little time in the sun
besides running.  I like the excitement of being naked or semi-naked
outside, so I often sit in the shade on our patio in my bikini.

   One weekday I was relaxing outdoors when I heard someone at the fence
next door.  Looking over my book, I saw Mr Patterson peering at me over the
top of our wall.  He was startled when he realised I had seen him and
feebly waved a brush saying.

   'Just treating the fence, sorry.'

   If he'd had just been treating the fence, there would have been no need
for the sorry.  He was facing the wrong way too, so I knew he was spying on
me.  In answer, I merely waved and pretended to carry on reading.

   Knowing he was spying gave me a little thrill, so feeling naughty, I
decided to give him something to look at and took off my bikini top, liking
the feel of the breeze on my exposed breasts as I lay back.

   A few minutes later, I opened my eyes and caught Mr Patterson looking at
me, open-mouthed and a little red in the face, especially when he noticed
me smiling at him.

   He started to mumble an apology, but I cut him off.

   'I don't mind you were looking.  You can come round for a closer look if
you like.'

   'But my wife...' he started, and I cut him off again.

   'Isn't invited,' then added cheekily, 'unless she'd like to look to.'

   He disappeared from view, and I thought I'd frightened him off as it was
a good five minutes before I saw our garden gate open and Mr Patterson's
face appear.  I waved to encourage him, and he looked around before slowly
walking up the garden to where I sat on the lounger.

   He was an older man late 50s with thick silver hair, nicely cut in a
modern style.  He was slim, and I knew he kept fit as I'd seen him in the
gym several times a week with a personal trainer.

   One thing I'd not noticed before was the shape of the impressive bulge
running down his left trouser leg.  Although there'd not been a situation
where I'd been semi-naked in front of him before.

   His eyes never left my breasts, and I asked, 'do you like them?'

   He nodded yes, then added, 'but should you be out here like this, I mean
I saw you, anyone could...'

   Smiling, I stopped him there, 'it's kind of private here, but I like
people seeing me.'

   Then added, 'we are both adults, so would you like to have some fun...'
I gestured to his bulge '...you are clearly turned on, and impressively
so.'

   His face was a little red, and he covered the bulge with his hand.

   'Sorry, I couldn't help looking, Jenny, and I don't, you know, she
doesn't, that's to say...' he sighed.  'She doesn't let me see her, but I'm
married, so we can't...  you know.

   He was presumptuous in thinking I wanted to 'you know' with him, but I
shrugged.

   Besides, I was intrigued by the bulge in his trousers, curious to see
how large a thing Jenny was not bothering with.

   My neighbour, his cousin and the geeks had all been 'average' lads.  My
library friend was a little larger, but I'd never seen a huge penis before,
not that it was something I'd bothered about, but I was curious to see his.

   Thinking fast, I said.

   'I don't want to have full sex either.  But there are other ways to have
fun.'

   Nodding at his bulge, I added.  'You've seen me.  Can I at least see
you?'

   I could tell he was desperately trying to reason this out in his head,
taking a chance, I reached out and touched my fingertips to him, saying, 'I
won't tell if you don't.'

   He jumped back, but instead of bolting like I'd expected him to, he half
pulled down his zip, saying, 'Jenny can never find out.'

   I smiled, 'promise,' I said.

   Without another word, he opened his trousers, letting them fall to his
feet, and I was amazed to see the head of his cock protruding from the leg
of his boxers, drooling a little damp trail on his inner thigh.

   Standing, I placed a towel on the ground and simply said, 'take off your
t-shirt and lie down.'

   Surprisingly he did as I asked, and I moved to kneel, straddling him.

   Again he said, 'we can't have sex.' But by his tone, I wasn't sure if it
was more of a question than a statement.

   'There are other things we can do, ever had a camel toe slide.'

   He shook his head, 'Jenny and I don't...  aren't...  we're not
adventurous.' He finished.

   Taking hold of his boxers, I eased them to just under his balls, his
cock brushing my hand as it stood to full attention easing free of the
confining cotton.

   I looked at it for a few minutes, it was thick and so long it protruded
up past his belly button, and I thought he might have been a stripper or a
porn star in another life.

   Reaching down, I circled my fingers around him, rubbing up and down the
stiff shaft a couple of times before stroking the tip of his cock between
my legs over my bikini.

   'I can't..  'he started to say, but I interpreted with a whisper saying,
'don't worry, I'm not taking these off.  It's just mutual masturbation.'

   'I'm wet from seeing and teasing you with my boobs, and I just wanted to
feel it against me.'

   He didn't say anything else, just moaned quietly as I gently lowered
myself onto his shaft, not moving, enjoying the feeling of it pressing to
me for a little while.  He carefully touched my breasts, gently kneading
them when I didn't protest, rubbing my sensitive nipples ever so slowly as
I started to move my hips, rocking back and forth, his fingers circling
them, pinching.

   I guessed his mind wasn't on Jenny anymore.

   I reach between my legs and apply a finger to my clit, secretly stroking
it over my bikini's thin, silky material, needing to cum.  I could feel his
thick shaft pulsing against me, my pussy pressed hard to his cock as I slid
up and down his length, its head protruding from between my legs, dribbling
clear liquid.

   Getting close, I picked up the rhythm and, with a few quick hip
movements, cried out as orgasm made my legs tremble, taking my breath, his
cock still pressed to my bikini-covered lips as I soaked the material with
my excitement.

   He gasped as I eased back, kneeling up, taking hold of his cock,
pressing the head to my pussy, savouring the feeling of it against me as I
rubbed my hand up and down the shaft.

   He began to twitch, so I let go of him, his cock slapping against his
belly as I mounted him again, this time further up, resting my hands on his
chest as I ground my hips, crushing my pussy against the head of his cock.
Again dragging myself back and forth, teasing the angry-looking purple end.
Not as frantic as before, gradually picking up the pace until another
orgasm shuddered through me.

   But this time, I didn't stop but continued to stroke up and down on him
faster and faster until he started to cum with a loud gasp of 'oh dear.'

   As I ground down on the pulsing head, the first spurts splashed on my
bikini-clad pussy and my inner thighs.

   He pushed against my hips, and I moved down on his shaft, the lips of my
pussy rubbing against him where the sopping bikini had ridden up, exposing
a little of my flesh.

   The tip of his cock pulsed and twitched as I slid back and forth on his
shaft, marvelling at the amount of cum pumping over his belly.  I lay
forwards, feeling it hit my breasts as they brushed against him.

   As the spurts stopped and his cock became semi-hard, I got off him.

   My bikini bottoms were soaking and had ridden up into me, exposing a
little of my pussy, obviously an extra treat for him as he stared between
my legs as my neighbour got his breath.

   'So how was the not sex' I said with a smile.

   'It was better than I thought anything could be.' Mr Patterson said, and
I felt a pang of sorrow that he and his wife weren't enjoying a healthy sex
life.

   'Better than watching me over the fence?' I added with a laugh.

   'Certainly', he said, the 'sorry I was spying on you.'

   I stopped him, 'I like being spied on, I like being seen,' I ran a
finger over the damp on my breasts, 'and I like being cum on.'

   'I've seen you.' He said a little sheepishly.

   'Coming from over there,' he pointed to the neighbours.  'with nothing
on.'

   'Did you masturbate?' I said straight out.

   He paused, then said, 'yes.'

   'Well, perhaps we can masturbate together again, sometimes.' I said with
a cheeky grin as I turned to go into the house for a shower.

   Adjusting his clothes, he left to go home and finish his fence, glancing
up at my window as I peeled off my bikini, giving him a little wave and a
quick look at my naked body.

   It seemed I had now had two neighbours who enjoyed my exhibitionist
tendencies.



   The Start Pt.  08: Second Patio Date

   Second 'date' with the neighbour and cousin.

   The days before my upcoming library date were an excruciating
contradiction of excitement, apprehension, impatience and doubt.

   It was exciting that I'd decided to lose my 'virginity' and that I would
soon be meeting my stranger in another public encounter.

   Then I'd start doubting he'd show, reflecting on the madness of the
whole situation, which brought doubts about going through with it.

   I'd never been so sexually charged.  I couldn't even shower without
pleasuring myself.  The desire to be touched like I had in the library,
exploring and exploiting my exhibitionist side, was occupying my every
waking thought.

   I'd been wearing shorter skirts with no underwear since my library
encounter, a lot more confident in my desires.  Loving the feel of the cold
wooden seats in the lecture hall on my skin, imagining the lecturer
catching glimpses between my legs as he glanced up at the audience.

   Loving the way my skirt fluttered dangerously around my upper thighs in
the slightest breeze, bringing a hit of danger it might flip up, exposing
my buttocks, my pussy, which excited me as I walked about campus, aware of
the admiring glances.

   For months it seemed as if I'd been doing nothing but looking for
excitement and new experiences, pushing my boundaries, and I loved the
feeling.  The public oral sex in the library was the most daring and
exciting encounter yet, dangerous as it was so public, but also safe as a
scream would have brought people running.

   Just recently, I'd allowed a stranger to cum on me without real protest,
and certainly with no anger, beyond my initial reaction at my neighbour
inviting the guy to one of our masturbation dates.

   I was planning on inviting them both again, even though it had been a
shock to discover the cousin watching me masturbate with my neighbour.  It
had been a misunderstanding of my invitation to him.  But I'd loved the
attention after the initial shock of being cum on from two directions
instead of one while blindfolded.

   And an even bigger shock that I found it such an incredible turn-on.  I
was not only planning on letting the guys watch next time but also allowing
them to touch me, perhaps finger me.

   Both of them being virgins, it would be their first experience touching
a woman intimately, and for me, this was the attraction of our 'dates'. 
I'd found controlling my neighbour exhilarating.  Deciding how much he'd
see, what he could do and where to cum on me was exciting because he was
desperate to please so that the encounters would go on, cautious of
overstepping boundaries, unwilling to take a risk that might end our games.

   Not risking an invite by note, I caught up with him at college,
surprising him by a set of spiral stairs leading to the lecture hall, where
I suspected he and a few of his geek friends met in the hope of a cheeky
peek up a skirt.  I smiled, knowing they'd not be disappointed when I
climbed the stairs after speaking to him.

   My neighbour (I didn't do names, didn't want any kind of intimacy, just
fun) seemed pleased but nervous to see me and incredibly nervous when I
asked about the stairs, his red face telling me I was correct in my
suspicions of what they were up to.

   Smiling, I said, 'would you and your cousin like to come over later?'

   Then feeling naughty whispered in his ear, 'literally.'

   He jumped as I briefly touched a finger to his obvious semi, then
immediately turned and walked away, not even bothering to hear his answer.

   Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I smiled at the crowd of geeks. 
Then slowly climbed them, hitching my already short skirt up, exposing a
little of my butt cheeks and an unobstructed view between my legs.

   Nearing the top, I glanced over the rail and noticed my neighbour and
his geek friends staring open-mouthed.  I was sure they'd be masturbating
thinking about the 'flash' later.  I just winked, knowing I'd made their
day, if not month.

   My pussy was so damp that I had to go into the toilets to take care of
myself, fingering my clit to a quick but satisfying orgasm.  Imagining I
had done so at the top of the stairs, in front of the geeks, perhaps
something I would dare to do as my confidence grew.

   Freshening up with wet wipes and tissues, I made my way to the library.

   That evening I showered and prepared for my guests, lighting a lamp in
the living room that cast a soft glow over the decking area with just
enough light to illuminate the lounger I'd set ready.

   Placing several towels beside it, I wrapped one around my nakedness
rather than tease in clothes as I had before.  I was anxious and excited,
ready to push things further than I'd previously allowed.

   I had butterflies waiting, but it wasn't long before I saw them sneaking
through the back gate.  My neighbour was surprised when the security lights
didn't come on.  I'd remember to disable them this time.

   They made their way over to the lounger where I sat, slightly reclined,
towel wrapped and tucked in between my breasts, the cousin went to say
something, but I stopped him.

   'OK, some rules.  We are here for fun watching each other.'

   'We are not friends, an item or anything other than masturbation
buddies. No one does anything unless I say so, is that understood...?'

   Grinning, they nodded yes.

   I peeled open the towel, making the grins even more expansive.

   'Then let us have some fun.'

   They both nodded enthusiastically, their eyes flitting between my
breasts and my neatly trimmed pubic hair, not seeing much 'down there' as I
had my thighs squeezed tight shut.

   Instructed them to kneel on either side of me, I turned one knee out,
opening my legs slightly.  There was an audible breath from them, then
obvious disappointment as I squeezed my legs together again.

   'I'm guessing you've not touched many girls if any,'

   I looked at the neighbour, 'apart from you touching me briefly in the
ally.'

   He went red, and his cousin looked surprised, so I guessed he had been
keeping our secrets.  Good boy.

   'Tonight, I'm going to help you out a little, so if you ever have a
girlfriend, you'll know how to please her.'

   I paused.

   'With your fingers, that is.'

   Then asked in a whisper.  'do you want to see me properly?'

   They seemed stunned as I moved my knee out and drew my foot up a little,
opening myself up to their gaze before they could reply.

   The neighbour and cousin both made to undo their zips, as they had the
last time, but I said.

   'Stop, leave your jeans on for now.'

   They looked confused until I said.

   'I don't want you to get carried away and cum too soon' before I've had
a chance to enjoy myself.  Then, turning to my neighbour said, 'give me
your hand.  I'm going to let you touch me with just one finger.'

   I indicated for him to point his index finger and then guided the tip of
it to my clit.  His hand was shaking, and I guessed it was a mixture of
nerves and excitement, as I was also trembling slightly, my pussy wet from
just showing myself so openly.  I so love being looked at and was desperate
to be touched.

   Taking a breath to calm myself, I said.  'This is the clit.  It gets
very sensitive, so touched just right, it will bring a lady lots of
pleasure.'

   Pressing the tip of his finger to me a little firmer, I said, 'like
this' while rubbing it in tiny circles.

   The sensations from the control and being watched intently by these two
virgin geeks were incredible.  My first orgasm came quickly.  I bit my lip,
eyes squeezed shut while I struggled to keep his finger to me as he tried
to pull away, perhaps thinking he'd done something wrong with how my legs
trembled.  'Don't move.  It's nice' I managed to gasp, and he relaxed his
hand.

   As my breathing calmed, I didn't stop.  Guiding the neighbour's finger
away from my clit I brought it to my slit, moving it back and forth through
my folds.  Our combined digits spread my lips.  I increased pressure until,
eventually, the tips of our index fingers penetrated my pussy, pushing into
me easily as I was so wet from my orgasm.

   The cousin leaned forward, staring between my legs as I pushed the
neighbour's finger right into me, holding him deep for a second and
enjoying his wiggling it as he explored.

   With my permission and guidance, he gently, inexpertly fingered me.  The
cousin looked at him and asked, 'is it really nice?  What does it feel
like?'

   I almost laugh at the innocence of the question.

   My neighbour nodded yes.  'It's slick, smooth and grips my finger.'

   The cousin looked up at me and said almost pleadingly, 'can I feel it
too?'

   I almost laughed as he was so polite.

   They spoke as if my pussy was a separate entity; we were all exploring
for the first time, which made me smile as it was the first time I'd done
this.

   'That's what you're here for.' I say.  ' But only if you do as I tell
you.'

   He nods in agreement, so I guide his finger to my clit, as I had with
the neighbour, his hand trembling as the neighbours had, and with a bit of
coaxing, he rubbed my clit with his forefinger, a little harder than the
neighbour, making me squirm, which caused him to pull his hand away.

   'Don't stop.  That felt nice.' I said in frustration, partly because he
was as nervous about upsetting things as the neighbour and had no clue how
turned on I was, mainly because the clumsy rubbing, along with the slow
rhythmic fingering, was close to getting me off a second time.

   I scooted down slightly, frustratingly causing my neighbour to pull his
hand away.  These two boys were seriously worried about doing something
wrong, which was good in a way, as their confidence was so low it was easy
to maintain complete control.

   Talking to the cousin, wanting to take advantage of their inexperience,
I said, 'Why don't you try touching me by putting a finger in, like he
has?' indicating the neighbour.

   With the biggest grin, he looked between us and slid his hand between my
thighs but hesitated, unsure, until I moved my leg, so one foot was on the
floor, encouraging him to touch my pussy by opening my legs wide.

   Little trembles of excitement ran through me.  I'd flashed and given
glimpses of myself, and my library date had pushed my skirt up and spread
my legs to kiss my pussy.  But I hadn't displayed myself like this to
anyone, completely naked and open, showing my most intimate parts up close,
my labia wet, spread.

   For a moment, I wondered how it would feel to be exposed like this in
public, not just in the garden and again thought about the collage stairs
and the geek audience.

   I'd almost forgotten about the cousin and shuddered as his finger grazed
me, gently tickling my pussy.  His confidence seemed to grow as I sighed
and moved my hips to his touch instead of objecting.

   With no hesitation, he slipped a finger between my glistening lips,
immediately sawing it in and out slowly, copying what I'd told the
neighbour to do.

   He stared at his finger as it disappeared, taking in every detail and
whispered, 'it's so slick'.  Being his first time fingering a pussy made
things even more exciting for me, and I needed to cum.

   Placing my other foot on the floor to the side of the lounger, spread my
legs wide, my pussy lips spread, even more intimately exposed.  Grabbing
the neighbour's wrist, I pulled his hand towards my pussy.  This time he
needed little encouragement and Started slowly circling my clit with the
pad of his finger as I'd shown him to do.  I was breathing hard now.

   Apart from the library, I'd never done anything so bold or been so
sexually exposed, and I don't think I'd ever been so turned on, but still,
I had the urge to push it even further, make things naughtier, exposing
myself even more.

   At my instruction, they both stopped reluctantly, looking puzzled at one
another, probably wondering if I'd had enough and that was it.

   But it was far from over.  I moved onto all fours, the way I'd
fantasized about being taken in the library.  Bent over a desk in public,
my skirt flipped over my back as my library lover used his tongue and
fingers on me before taking me for the first time.

   It was how I planned on being fucked for the first time and wanted them
to play with me in the same position, feeling what it was like to be
fingered that way.

   However, despite my newfound confidence, I was briefly, strangely
nervous, suddenly unsure if I was ready for this.  Did I want to be that
exposed, pushing my pussy out for these guys to play with, everything open
and on display, not just my pussy?  This flashed by in a second.  I was so
turned on at that moment I needed something inside my pussy, fingers on and
in me.  The exhibitionist inside screamed, of course, you want to be seen.

   Kneeling on the towel on the decking, I looked at the guys and said,
'touch me like I've shown you, make me cum again.' then I dropped down on
my forearms, back arched, hips pushed back, my pussy and ass fully exposed
to them.  They just looked on, confused, open-mouthed.

   'Don't just stare, fuck me with your fingers like I showed you,' I
whispered.

   They knelt on either side of me, running their hands up over my legs and
buttocks.  Almost immediately, the cousin ran his finger over my slick
lips, pushing his finger in a bit hesitantly at first, almost as if he was
unsure I meant it until I moved back at him.

   He was slowly finger fucking my pussy, then as he got used to the
feeling, he picked up the pace.  Even having the confidence to wiggle and
twist the finger around, exploring my inner walls, inadvertently catching
my G spot, making me gasp.

   Suddenly he pulls his finger out, and I'm about to protest, expecting
that he would take my gasp to mean something was wrong like he did earlier.
Instead, the neighbour takes over, easing a finger slowly in and out.  The
care with which he does it completely contrasts his cousin's fast
fingering. Almost driving me crazy, making me push my hips back to
encourage him to do it a little harder, a little faster.

   At first, I think he'd misread the movement of my hips like I felt his
cousin had and was going to stop, he slowly slides his finger back, almost
drawing out of my entrance, and I wonder if they are swapping again.

   Then to my shock and pleasure, I feel him press another finger alongside
his first, plunging what I guessed was his index and middle finger deep,
moving them faster than he had before, wiggling and twisting them as his
cousin had been doing, exploring and rubbing the slick inner walls of my
now very wet, very sensitive pussy

   Perhaps gaining confidence from the neighbour by adding a finger with no
complaint and wanting to see 'everything', I feel the cousin's hand on my
buttock, applying pressure to spread me further.  Reaching between my legs,
he rubbed my pussy lips as the neighbour's fingers penetrated me
repeatedly.

   I can feel my legs trembling as my orgasm builds, I'd never let anyone
except my handsome library stranger toy with my pussy like this or see me
in such an intimate way, but I love every second.  I feel myself saying,
'please make me cum.'

   The cousin shifts position, slips fingers along my belly, through the
little landing strip of hair and presses a finger to my clit.  At the same
time, he reaches under me and squeezes my breasts roughly, but they've had
no instruction on how to tease a lady there, as I was fixated on them
seeing and touching my pussy.

   He circles the finger with just enough pressure for it to feel teasingly
delicious and sends me over the edge.  My orgasm hits in trembling waves,
making me groan out loud.  My pussy spasms on the fingers inside me as I
reach between my legs, holding his hand still, although his fingers still
wiggled, buried deep, making me tense and gasp.

   The cousin continued rubbing my super sensitive clit, until squirming, I
collapsed forwards flat on my front, head on my arms and huskily said
'enough.'

   When the trembling subsided, and my gasping breath returned to normal, I
knelt between them, looking at their jeans where painful-looking bulges
strained against the denim.  Little damp spots told me they were beyond
excited and wouldn't last long.

   'Take your cocks out.' I said, wanting them to cum on me.

   Without hesitation, they dropped their jeans and boxers.  Reaching out,
I took hold of them, making them both gasp as I thought they were expecting
to masturbate over me, not have me masturbate them.

   It was a first.

   Taking a firm grip, I began slowly jerking them off, asking, 'feel
good?'

   They were both too far gone to do anything other than nod.

   With each stroke, I pulled their foreskin back and forth over the head
of their twitching cocks.  Neither was large, average going by my library
stranger and the porn I'd watched, but they swelled even thicker and longer
at my touch, and I was fascinated by them.

   The way they twitched and leaked clear liquid onto my hands from the
slit in the dark pink, purplish head, which in turn lubricated the shafts
as I worked my fingers.  The sway and tightening of the balls as they came
near, the way the whole thing jerked and pulsed,

   I do love to watch.

   It didn't take long to get the guys breathing hard, so I quickened my
pace, eager to watch them cum, and feel it on me, the cousin being the
first to say.

   'I'm gonna do it.'

   The neighbour tilted his head and hissed between his teeth, 'me too.'

   I watched them carefully as they stiffened and began making groaning
sounds.  'Go ahead, let go, cum on me.' I said breathlessly.

   They needed no further encouragement as they both stiffened, thrusting
their cocks forward in my hand, crying 'Ah' in unison so loud I thought
they'd alert the neighbours.

   An explosion of spunk hit my breasts as I knelt up, holding their cocks
tight and close, pointing them at my chest, watching excitedly as spurt
after spurt flew from the glistening swollen heads.  The neighbour steadied
himself on my shoulder, thrusting his hips into my hand, his cousin copying
him, causing their cocks and my hands to jerk up and down.  I tried to hold
their aim on my breasts, but a spurt of cum splashed my face by my lip, and
I flicked out my tongue, tasting the saltiness of spunk for only the second
time.

   Both gasped as their shafts throbbed in my fingers, streams of cum
hitting my breasts again as I angled them down, pulling on them until just
a dribble oozed from each of the guys.  I jerked them, milking every last
drop, long strings of goo landing on my legs until I let go of them and sat
back, looking at the glistening damp on my breasts and belly, coating my
pubic hair where it had dribbled between my thighs, mingling with my own
wetness.

   A happy stick mess.  I stood, not bothering to cover myself, the
slightly chill air bringing goosebumps to my damp skin, my nipples stiff
standing proud.  Despite having just cum the guys were staring at them.

   With a smile, I said, 'maybe next time I'll show you how to play with
those.'

   Laughing at the look on their faces.

   Wanting a shower, I shooed them away, smiling at their thanks and
excited chatter as they quickly pulled up their clothes and walked down the
garden.

   As a cheeky farewell, I called, 'neighbour, if you and your geeky
pervert friends are interested, I will be using the stairs to the lecture
room at lunchtime tomorrow.'

   And with a wave gathered up my towel and made my way to a hot shower.  A
shiver of excitement ran through me as I wondered what it would feel like
to have all the geeks my neighbour hung out with, see me, finger me, cum on
me.



   The Start Pt.  09: College Stairs

   Climbing stairs in a short skirt, teasing the computer club.

   The morning after my fun with the older next-door neighbour, I was in a
naughty mood.  The excitement of teasing someone new had carried over to
the next day, and I wondered what mischief I could get up to.

   My answer came when I saw a flyer advertising a computer club meeting in
the library.  The geeks I'd teased would be there, as would my neighbour
with whom I'd had masturbation dates.

   After college, I nipped home to change into a sexy flared, 'Japanese
school girl' type skirt and a simple white blouse that showed off the lacy
half bra that enhanced my boobs.  The blouse unbuttoned just enough so that
it seemed I might spill out.  The thin material allowed my nipples to show
slightly.  I finished with white pull-up stockings that came to just above
the knee, highlighting the generous amount of flesh on display between them
and the dark skirt.

   Returning to the college a little before what was known as the meeting
had ended, I waited at the bottom of the spiral stairs, where I'd
previously teased the geeks, giving them a peek between my legs and a flash
of my bare pussy under a short skirt worn with no panties.

   Today I had on simple white cotton panties, knowing they would show
under the dark skirt as I climbed the steps.  I wore panties rather than
going naked as I intended to tease, without showing them too much, a big
thrill for me, as I had a naughty teasing idea sending shivers of
excitement through me.

   When I had exposed my pussy to them, I'd had the urge to turn at the top
of the stairs and give them a show, touching myself, but I hadn't the
confidence, mainly because the place was busy with so many other people. 
Giving a quick glimpse is a bit different to a naughty show.

   This evening I knew the place would be empty except for geeks and
perhaps the caretaker doing his rounds, and I was right.  The geeks came
down from the library chatting excitedly about their club meeting until I
stepped out and said 'Hi.'

   Pointing at the stairs, I said, 'just going to get something.  Would you
like to keep an eye out for me?  Then cheekily, '...or rather on me?'

   My neighbour said, 'sure, no problem.' Adding 'there's only us here
anyway.' With an expectant smile, He knew I was up to something.

   I smiled back.  'be sure you do,' and started to climb.

   Glancing down, they were staring, mouths gaping, I wondered if they were
disappointed I had on underwear, but then I don't suppose they got to see
what was beneath a lot of skirts, especially all but being invited to do
so.

   Walking briskly, I enjoyed the feeling of the hem riding high, swishing
against smooth, bare thighs, briefly exposing the white panties to my
admirers below.

   As usual, my neighbour and his computer club friends were standing,
stunned, enjoying the view as I climbed.  When I got to the top, they
turned to each other with big grins, then noticed I was still standing by
the railings at the top.

   When I had their attention, I started slowly, lightly stroking the side
of my leg, working the skirt up and briefly exposing my panties before
dropping it down.  They stood, not moving or chatting this time.

   Teasing my fingers over my thighs, I slowly turned, so my back was to
them, hooked the skirt, bent forward a little and tugged it over the cotton
panties.  Trailing my fingers across the lightly clothed cheeks, I eased
the material aside to expose my cheeks to them.

   Turning back, I lifted my skirt, the fingers of my other hand brushing
the inside leg elastic of my panties.  I paused like I was trying to decide
what to do and could almost feel the tension from the geeks.  I could tell
they were holding their breath, keen to see my pussy.

   Teasing, I moved my fingers over rather than under my panties. 
Strangely, it seemed more intimate than having my pussy exposed, although
the tingle between my legs made me wish I had not bothered with
underwear...I needed to touch myself.

   Sticking with the 'secret' play, I lifted my skirt higher, standing
there with my thin cotton panties exposed.  Feeling tremendously naughty as
I

   traced my index finger over the crease where my panties had ridden up,
further highlighting what was hidden from them, slipping my finger inside
the elastic to slide it over my damp pussy.

   My stomach did somersaults as I noticed some of the geeks were holding
folders to their front, others had a hand in a pocket, coats and jackets
draped casually over their arms, no doubt to hide a bulge.

   Taking a breath, I stepped forward, close to the edge of the steps,
feeling sexier than if I'd taken my panties off.  The dampness between my
legs betrayed my idea of just teasing a bit.  There was a gasp as I slid my
fingers down and stroked along my lips with enough pressure to part them,
pressing the material of my panties into me.  A little of the smooth flesh
of my vagina was exposed, but the sopping material and my fingers still hid
the most intimate parts.

   Stroking my slit through the panties a few times, I rubbed my clitoris,
feeling a trembling in my lower body as I pressed hard, rolling the
sensitive nub.  Almost at the point of orgasm, I pressed my fingers to my
pussy.  Slipping a finger past the elastic, practically jumping at the
contact because I was so sensitive.

   Dipping my index finger right up inside me, legs apart, wondering how
much they could see of my pussy, knowing they would want to see everything,
I shuddered with the excitement of being so publicly exposed.  My finger
worked back and forth, my thighs jerked and my pussy pulsed as I hit
orgasm, my juices soaking my panties until they were a sopping mess.  It
dampened my inner thighs.  They tensed and trembled, my vagina clenching
tightly on my probing finger.

   At last, the waves of pleasure subsided.  It felt like ages but had been
a minute or so of panting ecstasy.  The boys were still staring.  I could
see hands moving in pockets, some held secretly against themselves behind
books and coats, and knew I'd be the cause of fantasies and masturbation
later.

   That thrilled me as much as the show I'd just put on.  Feeling naughty,
I slowly peeled my panties down and slipped them off, dangling them from
one finger over the balcony as I lifted my skirt just a little, giving them
a brief glimpse of my nakedness as I dropped the panties to them.

   One geek moved a little quicker than the rest and snatched them as they
fell, stuffing them in a pocket.  They'd no doubt be making their way to
his bedroom.

   Sauntering down the stairs, loving the feeling of my skirt swish against
my bare cheeks, I knew they'd be getting little flashes of my pussy. 
Reaching the bottom, I casually said, 'see you,' and carried on out and
home, leaving behind the sudden chatter along with my panties and some very
excited geeks.