I thought I would be fine living on my own in this little town, miles from the nearest city. It was a small town where everyone knew everyone, and I soon found myself very popular as neighbors and neighbors of neighbors came by to introduce themselves. Every woman wanted to know who I was, and every guy came by to try his luck. One guy didn’t. He was friendly, but not overly friendly, not creepy or sleazy like many of the guys who tried their looks and lines on me. I heard some old classics and one or two good ones, but I really wasn’t looking for anyone new. I’d barely got out of a relationship, which was the main reason I had literally run for the hills.
The friendly guy was Greg. He was a quiet man who lived with his twelve year old daughter in the house next door to mine on the edge of town. His wife had left him years ago for a builder from a few towns over. Oh, the glamour of a builder! But I knew that once you get past the biceps there’s just nothing left to keep you interested. My Ex had been builder. We just had nothing to talk about. Greg was a writer, I found out at the local store. People said he had been so damaged by his wife leaving him he never seemed to date, although he did go out of town quite a lot – Something to do with his writing.
We got talking over our fence, just passing the time of day. Greg was an interesting guy. He was quick witted, mildly charming and a little awkward around women. He’d been out of circulation for a long time. Six years! How the hell had he coped without sex for six Goddamn years?! I can’t cope with more than a month!
Anyhow, I had been in this idyllic town for a little while, maybe a month. The sky was mostly blue, the mountains were high and the lake in the valley glistened with the ever present sun. Even winter was sunny, they told me, just damn cold. My house was further up the hill than Greg’s, boasting a porch which I loved sitting out on and reading a book in the evenings.
I was living off my savings, taking some time to get myself back together. My ex and I had been saving for fixer-upper house which we could buy and he could fix up. I’m kind of useless at anything beyond painting wood. But here I had nothing to do, nothing to fix. I could just try to get back to being me. You always lose something of yourself when you are in a relationship, I think. So I was getting back to being me.
From my porch I saw Greg’s pretty 12-year-old daughter, Madison many a time. She was a pretty young thing, small, dark, with a loose bob, but always dressed in denim shorts and T-shirt she was starting to outgrow, if you know what I mean. I thought fondly of myself at her age. It was a time when I was still into riding my bike, climbing trees and reading comics. It was also a time when my body was developing, growing, and I was noticing feelings and sensations I never had before. Looking at her at play filled me with those memories. She would look up and catch me looking at her and she would smile warmly and go back to playing, usually with her dachshund puppy.
Once or twice she came up and we chatted, like an aunt would to her niece, relishing her innocence, her quirky questions – curious, but innocent. We would talk and laugh until the sun was golden, on its way down, its last light catching the gap between her teeth as she smiled beautifully.
Then Greg would call her in for the night and she would say her hurried goodbyes and scurry off down to her own house. I would watch the sun being eclipsed by the mountain across the valley and soon lose all its power – Time to go inside. I would invariably fill a bubble bath and relax by candlelight, a glass of wine and my ever present book still on the go.
It was one such night I looked out the window over the darkness of the streetlights below, like strings of fireflies dancing through the lower valley, an ever present glow from the strip that passed for Main Street in town. Sipping my third glass of an oaky Chardonnay I noticed something through the magnifying glass. It was Madison. She too was taking a bath, but hers was by the stark amber of a tungsten bulb. I smiled as I watched her wash – Simple pleasure. Then she stood up, her naked little butt to me, and reached for a towel.
I watched her get out of the bath and was somehow mesmerized when she turned and I saw her perky little body, small but perfectly formed. She had a full figure alright, fully rounded pouting little puppy dog tits, a flat tight washboard tummy and a triangle of darkness joining her athletic legs. She was perfect! I smiled, feeling not the slightest guilt at seeing how this lovely girl was developing. She wrapped the towel around herself and left the room, switching off the light for the commercial break, I thought, thinking simultaneously that I’ve watched far too much television.
I figured that was my cue too. So I got up out of my long soak, before I started to prune. I wrapped my own towel around myself and walked into my bedroom. I have a low lamp that I noticed the first day had an old candle bulb struggling a pool of dim light into the room. But I liked it. It was a small pool of warmth in a dark wooden room, no carpet on the polished floor boards underfoot. I had left it on before I took my bath and it comforted me as I slowly dried my naked body in its dim glow. After my hair, I had started on my arms. I always look out over the valley if it’s still dusk, or back at myself if it’s dark outside – my naked reflection compartmentalized into several window panes of black and gold. This time I noticed another golden rectangle just down the hill. It was Madison again, this time in her bedroom. She too was naked and bathed in golden lamplight. But she wasn’t drying off. She was sitting in a wickerwork chair and she was looking right at me.
I stopped a second, trying not to let on I’d seen her, but surreptitiously steeling a look as I daubed my breasts with the towel. To my surprise, I saw little Madison with her feet up on the chair, her taut little legs open like wings. She reminded me of a little golden frog sitting there like that and I had to hide my smile. But she looked beautiful. As I moved to my legs I raised one to the chair so I could smooth sensually down one leg, showing off – You will be like this one day.
It was then I noticed how she was rubbing herself as she looked at me. This wasn’t well practiced, I know exactly what I’m doing and I like it, rubbing. No, this was I like it but I’m not sure why rubbing. Both hands, all fingers – Like she was trying to stuff a foot long sub down her non-existent panties! I hid my amusement as best I could; turning away as I swapped legs. I couldn’t help it, though, as I realized I was the subject of this little voyeur as much as I too was her own inadvertent voyeur, I smoothed up my inner thigh and toyed through my curls.
I snuck a glance at my little peeper. Yeah, this was what she wanted. I could see her stuffing that imaginary sub more urgently now into her crotch. Poor little chick had no idea how to really get herself off. I felt sorry for her, while at the same time being amused and touched by her innocence and her burgeoning sexuality. And as I trailed through my womanly curls, unkempt and grown since my break up with Daryl, I felt the strangest feeling. Beautiful little Madison found me the object of her sexual affection, and deep inside me this excited the hell out of me. I couldn’t believe it as that definite stir of excitement happened deep inside me and I felt that dull ache creeping through my loins as they moistened with my excitement. Holy Cow! – I was wet!
I continued my self ministrations, sneaking a peek at my little voyeur as she rubbed herself to silliness. She thought I saw her and covered up for a few seconds until she was sure I’d not spied her little sex show. It was then I noticed the light go on in the bathroom next to little Maddy’s room, and in walked her Dad wearing only boxers. I was piqued. I watched, now toying openly with my lady blossom as I spied the guy divesting himself of his boxers and running a fresh bath for himself. He was well proportioned, not bad for early forties, not too thin, not fat. His shoulders were wide. I liked that. And the fact I could see his equipment from where I was, was an encouraging element that gave me an extra thrill. His thigh muscles were clearly defined. He must have done a lot of hill walking round about to get them so well shaped that I could spy them from where I was.
I watched him get in the bath. He didn’t waste time but got to washing his taut skin straight away. I loved seeing his broad palms rub soapy over his torso, under his arms, his legs. He washed his hair, slinking down to dunk his head. And then he washed his face. It was so matter of fact, so direct, so masculine. I feeling my juiced up pussy lips seeping and felt a drip upon my inner thigh just above my knee. Greg was hot! And I wanted him!
I was, by now, circling my girl, teasing her out to play. I looked back at Madison and she was in the throes of a big cum. Good on ya, girl! You go for it! I flicked to her Dad and saw the best sight – Greg was feeling up his soapy length! This sent me over the edge into mindless lust. I started to strum my beautiful bean, just little ones at first, like a guitar learner doing a new chord. But when I looked back at Maddy she was going for it again. That little nubile was really going for the record. And flicking my eyes from one window to the other I watched father and daughter masturbating, each separate, each secret – but I could see, and it was so fucking hot!
I had to sit. So I did, perching my feet one each corner on the window sill as I leant back and displayed my wares. I’d never been so publicly brazen. Anyone passing could have seen me, but only little Madison was looking. I played one hand over my swelling mounds, my nipples tingling like sherbet fizzles on the tongue. I felt the arch of my spine, touching that sensitive spot at the base, above my shapely ass. I followed the curve of one cheek as it came around and became my slender leg, over its taut tanned skin to my knee, around it, and then up the inside of my tingling thigh.
I could barely cope as I touched myself again. Little shudders coursed through me like mini fits. But the burning below was so hot. My inferno was sizzling my effervescent skin outward from my white-hot bean. My hole gulping for something to fill it. Fingers! Yes, two fingers, straight in! Delving deep! Thrusting as far as I could reach and tormenting that other spot, the flipside of my ballistic bean! Oh, Fuck!
One hand with fingers deep – the other now polishing my shiny button to a brilliant glistening ecstasy! I started to rock on that rickety wooden chair, biting my lip, but for what reason I don’t know. I looked up to see little Maddy as furious as me, not knowing what the hell she was doing but doing it all the same! Her little legs splayed like the pages of her open book, she rubbed like panic upon her searing sex. Her head flew back as I watched.
Next door, her Dad was clearly reaching his own squirt fest, his head titled back on the warm porcelain bathtub rim. His daughter was rocking! I wondered if she was letting out audible moans and whines, but I was too preoccupied to find out. With my own furious finale I strummed a flamenco on my crying clit and buried my fingers deep inside me as I felt the rush of cum surge through me – burning my skin with sweet sensations as I gasped and screamed my orgasm.
I was still buzzing with fizzling flesh and red hot lava oozing from my hot wet fissure as I looked at Greg and saw his painfully exquisite cum face as a jet of pearl wisdom arced through the air and presumably landed on his chest. This just set me off on another furious encore, my fingers a blur upon my sopping sex. Maddy was with me, bucking and gasping as she too came to a rapturous elation, her cute little ass lifting off the chair and trying to insinuate her fingers inside. But little Madison hadn’t thought that far ahead and just bucked like a bronco, and then I saw the best thing ever.
As little Maddy and I blissfully reached that euphoric transcendent state, both of us thrusting our nether regions at the warm night glass of out bedroom windows I saw the unmistakable sight of liquid cum spray upon the window, and Madison was the little faucet doing the spraying. It was one long and unbelievably sexy squirt of girl cum splashing and running down her smeared window. I couldn’t contain myself and I shuddered liquid joy inside my womanly womb and gasped a last gasp of air before I collapsed on the chair like a rag doll.
It was several seconds before I noticed movement in the house below. Greg had leapt from his bath and run out of the room. He burst into Madison’s room with concern of his face and wearing nothing else but soap suds and a boner. Madison too was slumped, but her Dad’s entry had made her eyes shoot over her should and I guessed straight to her Dad’s boner. She must have screamed out in ecstasy, and dutiful Dad had run to his daughter’s aid, only to find her recovering from the best cum of her short little life. They said a few things to each other, but I was struck by how neither seemed to cover up for a few seconds, as though each had secretly wanted to see the other and have the other see them too. Then they both looked in unison straight at me. I too waited the appropriate time before I closed my legs demurely and covered my breasts coyly. But they were both transfixed, and so was I.