NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories (3 page)

He slid another finger inside of her and she
squeezed them with her muscles drawing them in further. He slid his
fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster. All the
while, his tongue was roughly massaging her clit. With his other
hand he stroked his blood-filled cock in rhythm to his fingering.
Then he shifted his fingering hand around where his thumb faced
downward. He stopped eating her and concentrated on just her holes
for the time being.

Mary was writhing on her desk. She felt her
juices flowing faster and faster but hadn’t quite reached her peak.
Then she felt his soft thumb graze her anus and electricity zipped
through her body. He slowly began massaging her hole as he fingered
her at the same time. Her legs were moving on his shoulders in the
rhythm of his hand.

“Your tongue. Put your tongue back on me!” Mary
yelled in desperation. She could feel herself about to crest over
the wave of pleasure and wanted his hot tongue to be the thing that
pushed her.

Hot, wet smoothness reached her erect clit. He
licked her with his tongue lax at first. The tip of his thumb
entered her anus. Her tight muscles gripped his fingers and thumb
as they went in and out. Her juices were spread all over her pussy
and ass now.

Jason then started flicking her bud with his
pointed tongue while adding another finger to her pussy. He was
finger fucking her in both holes, hard. He moaned and the vibration
from his voice on her clit was the last straw. She couldn’t hold it
back any more. Her hips gyrated wildly as she climaxed and felt the
waves of pleasure wash over her.

Mary’s coming must have turned Jason on because
he stood up jacking himself off with one hand and shallowly finger
fucking her pussy. His large body tensed as he gave in to the sweet
pleasure of coming. He ejaculated on her belly, his seed forming
small white pools of opaque liquid across her smooth, pale
skin.

Jason looked at Mary embarrassed after he came.
Mary smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I have some tissue in
the drawer there. You can use them to clean me up.” Jason gingerly
wiped both of their juices from her skin while Mary watched,
leaning up on her elbows on her desk. The small amount of paperwork
on her desk was strewn about but Mary didn’t care. She felt
contented.

“So, Mary,” Jason said, “Do you think you can
give my son that recommendation after all?” He had that same
nervous look in his eyes from earlier. Mary thought he must have
been worried that he didn’t close the deal first before making her
come. She briefly thought about toying with him and enjoying her
power for a few moments, but thought better of it.

“Yes. Conner is a very bright boy. He will
definitely being going places. He must take after his father,” she
replied with a wink. “I’ll turn in the recommendation first thing
in the morning.”

“Thank you,” said Jason. “For
everything.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just a civil
servant.”

NAKED Neighbor

Paige Parsons loved her new house. She was
officially a homeowner now and it felt great. She pulled her car
into the garage and entered her home through the kitchen. She
plopped her keys and purse on the counter and went to the fridge.
She pulled out the already opened Chardonnay. It had been another
long day in a series of long days at work. Coming home to her new
house was her only solace recently. She enjoyed her work and the
money was great, but like every other American, she worked long
hours to earn a living.

She went to her bedroom to change out of her
suit. She pulled her long auburn hair up in a pony tail and slipped
on some comfy sweats. She poured herself a generous glass of wine
and went out to her porch. Orange and pink streaks were just
exiting the sky, being taken over by a velvety navy blue night sky,
sprinkles of stars just starting to become visible.

Paige sat down in her plush patio chair that
she splurged on when she bought the house. She put her feet up on
an adjacent chair and sipped her wine. The silence was loud and
beautiful. This was the peace that soothed her heart after a long
day. She hoped to have a man help her with that at some point. That
would take time since she was new to town and working so many
hours.

The pensive silence was broken the sound of
glass touching concrete. She looked in the direction the sound came
from but couldn’t see much through her vine covered white trellis
that lined one side of her patio. Four foot high chain link fence
picked up where it dropped off to bisect her yard from her
neighbor’s. Paige considered getting up to check it out. She
figured it was her neighbor and this might be a good opportunity to
finally meet this person. But fatigue kept her from
moving.

She looked over at the trellis trying to make
out her neighbor’s obscured shape. She caught sight of a figure of
a body reclining as she was. She saw an arm reach down and the warm
glow from inside the neighbor’s house created a glint—a bottle. She
heard the sound of glass on concrete again as the neighbor replaced
it on the ground. How nice. They must be enjoying a drink under the
night sky like me, she thought.

Paige eyed the trellis more closely, zeroing in
a small hole that might give her a view. She tilted her head down
to see in. The voyeur stance she was taking embarrassed and excited
her at the same time. Watching someone in a private moment when
they were unaware of being watched was intrusive but immensely
satisfying to Paige. She enjoyed people watching in every
form.

She spied a tan arm covered with a light
coating of dark brown hair. A man, then. That’s nice, she thought.
She lowered her head a tiny bit more to change the angle of the
view and caught sight of his lounging body—his naked body. Paige
immediately sat up, afraid of being caught spying. Her chest, neck,
and face filled with the heat of embarrassment. Catching someone
with their private thoughts was one thing, but naked?

What was he doing? They didn’t have a wooden
privacy fence. Her other neighbors might see him, also. Maybe
that’s what he wants? She wasn’t doing anything out of the
ordinary. She was hanging out on her own porch. No, she wouldn’t
let herself be affected by this. She hadn’t done anything
wrong.

However, the tingling between her legs revealed
that she was being affected by his nakedness, though not from
shame. She looked through the hole again to get another look him.
He was muscular, tan, and lean. He had a small amount of hair on
his chest and above his flaccid penis. She looked up to his profile
and liked what she saw. He had a strong jaw and pointed nose. His
cheekbones were high but she couldn’t see his eyes.

She felt her body heat up as she looked him
over. Her comfy sweats were becoming too hot. She had not been with
a man since she moved here for her new job and her body was hungry
for male attention. Her skin became sensitized and a light breeze
that swam over her gave small relief to her overheated
body.

He turned his head in her direction and Paige
immediately looked away. Had he caught her eye? Did he know she was
watching him? She couldn’t be sure. She did know that it was too
hot for her to be wearing sweats. She thought about getting naked
like her neighbor, to tease him. But she hadn’t had enough wine for
that. She got up and went inside to get a refill. She felt
energetic now since stumbling upon her voyeuristic
treasure.

She went to her bedroom and shed her sweats and
opted instead for a tank top and shorts. She noticed her pink
nipples were hard and could be seen through the tank. Maybe he
would see her? The thought made her giddy and she took off her
panties before sliding on some loose fitting shorts. She needed
easy access to touch herself, after all.

She refilled her wine and went back outside to
her patio. She was sure he would know she was there now if he
didn’t already. She got comfortable again with her two patio chairs
and waited. There was no sound and no movement she could discern.
The night was serene and the stars shown bright.

The calm she had originally sought would be
impossible to reach as excitement now raced through Paige’s body at
the realization that her neighbor might be spying on her as she had
him. Maybe I should give him a show, she thought. The man was
naked, after all. He would probably be into it.

Paige chugged her whole glass of wine and set
the glass down on the ground producing a similar glass on concrete
sound like he had, only higher pitched. Then she lay still for a
moment. She turned her head to catch of glimpse of him watching
her—to see if her imagination was a reality. She found the hole she
was using to watch him before and tilted her head again. Again, she
saw his naked torso, only his penis was not completely limp. It had
grown. The man’s hands were still resting on the armrests of his
lounge chair.

She moved her head to get a look at his face.
Instead of seeing his profile as she had before, she caught sight
of his face staring directly at her. He was smiling and his green
eyes sparkled brightly. Paige sat up suddenly. Her nervous reaction
puzzled her. She could feel her heart beating faster in excitement
and anticipation. She tilted her head back to catch his eye on
purpose this time but he was looking at the sky now.

Too bad, she thought. She was ready to flirt
with him. She kept looking at his body, noticing every crevice and
smooth line his shape made. Her pussy tingled in hunger. Paige
slowly moved her hand down into her shorts. Her fingers reached her
folds and were immediately welcomed by her slick juices. She
brought her fingers up to lightly brush her clit and circle around
it.

So far the neighbor had not turned his head
back towards her. Paige kept lightly touching herself and heard a
light moan escape when she slid two fingers inside her pussy. The
neighbor’s head slowly turned towards Paige and she turned away, no
longer brave enough to look him in the eye while engaging in such
an intimate act.

She fingered herself a little more aggressively
and her body writhed in pleasure. Her shorts were in her way now
but she didn’t want to stop touching herself to take them off. She
pictured the neighbor watching her rub her clit and finger herself
and felt her pleasure reach a new plane. She had accepted that she
was the voyeuristic type but she had never had the desire to be an
exhibitionist as she had now. Did this even count as exhibition?
She was in her own backyard. But she knew he was watching; and that
erotic thought fanned the flames of her pent up
sexuality.

“You should take your clothes off. It looks
like they’re in the way,” a husky voice said. Paige stopped moving
and her eyes grew wide. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins but was
replaced with electric pleasure as she started rubbing her bud
slowly with one finger. A smile crept across her face.

“I think you might be right,” she replied. Her
clothes were off in a flash and she was back in position on her
plush chairs, both hands between her thighs. Her eyes were closed
as she felt her body inching closer to edge of the abyss. She
thought she heard the sound of him getting up and walking towards
her. She wasn’t sure and didn’t want or need to open her eyes to
confirm it. The thought was powerful enough. Her hand was racing up
and down on her clit, the other sliding in and out of her
sex.

Her body crept towards the edge and she surfed
the wave for a moment before her body was enveloped in a wave of
pleasure. Her rubbing slowed as her pussy pulsed and
twitched.

The sound of clapping pulled Paige back to
consciousness. She opened her eyes to see her neighbor standing by
the chain link fence. His cock was very long and standing at
attention.

At any other point, Paige might be embarrassed.
But the mix of alcohol and orgasm chemicals running into every one
of her cells allowed her to behave differently, to go with the
flow.

“I see you enjoyed the show,” she
said.

“Yes,” he replied looking down at his hard
cock. “I just wish the show wasn’t over.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, why don’t you come over here so I can
see you better? I’m Brian Maxfield. You must be my new
neighbor.”

“Yes, I’m Paige Parsons.” The introductions
were enough to temporarily break the spell she was under. She
became aware of her hands still near her crotch and pulled them
back. She wiped her juices off her hands with her
shorts.

She contemplated his invitation. She was naked
now as was he. He had just watched, or rather, she had just given
him a show. She thought about giving in to her nervous fears that
were simmering below the surface and just running inside her house.
But she lived next to him. What would she say when she saw him? She
had started this, or at least escalated it. The polite thing to do
was to see it through. Or at least, that’s what she told
herself.