Jun 24
Hello boys,
My name is Jessica, most just call me Jess. I first got into doing web cam online. But I have always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, showing off, ever since I was a young girl.
My first experience I remember was when we had moved next door to Mark, who was an older, divorced gentleman. Maybe in his mid to late 40’s. He was tall, active, and in pretty good shape. His hair was dark, but just starting to show traces of gray.
I was young, and I must admit a little bit of a tease. Nothing has changed there….lol.
I was at that stage my mother said, (Boy-crazy), as she put it. Well, I must admit, I did let my boyfriend suck on my tits, and he fingered me a lot, and once I grabbed his dick under his pants. But that was IT! I swear!
Well anyway, as time passed, my parents and I, all got to know Mark real well. He was really a very polite, and yet pleasant man. But in the last couple of years, it seemed I had noticed him watching me, in a different manner. Especially, when I would wear certain clothing. Like my short school girl skirts. Or some of my tops that would reveal my mid-drift.
Once I had some friends over, it was a nice day, and mom sent us outside to do our cheers. She said we were to loud in the house. So we went out in the back yard, and practiced together, in our short skirts.
I noticed Mark was outside, sitting on his back patio, pretending to read a book. But every time I would glance in his direction, I would find him staring over at me. Once I happened to notice he was rubbing himself, through his pants. But when he realized I had caught him, he quickly got up, and went inside.
I didn’t know what to make of it…but it excited me a little. My body was becoming nicely developed, even the boys at school had noticed, and were always sneaking peeks at the fullness of my breast. But I never thought I’d have that kind of affect on an older man, like Mark.
It seemed the more I thought about it, the more I became aroused. Until I found myself playing a little game with Mark. You see, my bedroom window, faced Mark’s kitchen window. I could see into his kitchen, so it was reasonable to assume he could also see me. Ever so often, when I would notice Mark in his kitchen at night…working around the sink, I would open my curtains, and begin to change clothes. Making no effort to hide from his view.
Then a few times I would stand naked, with the curtains open, in front of my mirror, and examine my body. I would cup my breast, even pinch the nipples a little, and watch as they became hard.
Sometimes I would spread my legs, and run my hands along my body, and even between my thighs. I could feel the heat rising from between them, and how wet I was. I would even turn around, to look over my shoulder, and then just run my hands over my ass, caressing it. I would even spread my ass cheeks, while bent over.
This little game excited me, more and more. I found that it caused my nipples to harden, my pussy would get wet. After teasing Mark, I would close the curtains, and sometimes play with myself, rubbing my pussy and clit. Thinking of Mark as I brought myself to orgasm.
I eased off for awhile, but it was again that summer, I decided to continue my little game. I would do some sun bathing, by the pool in our back yard. I would lay stretched out on my stomach, untie my bikini top, and pull the bottoms down low.
Sometimes, I would “accidentally” turn over to reach for something, (a book, my drink, etc.), baring my breast in Marks direction. I was pretty sure Mark was watching, only now he stayed inside, and watched through the window. I was also certain he was stroking his cock while he watched me, and this would only excite me that much more.
Eventually I found myself fantasizing about Mark, as I would lie in bed at night. I would even pretend that it was “his” hands gliding along my thighs, and under my large t-shirt to caress my breast, and tease my nipples to hardness.
And sometimes one hand would slip between my thighs, and probe the folds of my sweet young pussy, running my fingers up and down that puffy little slit of mine. Then I would wonder about Mark’s dick, and what it would feel like to have it in my hands, and sliding in and out of my pussy.
Finally I decided it was time to take things to a new level. A little more of a challenge. Watching closely for my chance, I saw Mark puttering around in the kitchen, one night. I took off my clothes, and threw open my curtains. I placed a chair in the middle of my room, far enough back though, so that I was pretty sure that Mark could see everything I was doing.
I sat in the chair and spread my legs wide, then I ran my hands up and down my legs and thighs. Then across my stomach to my breast, I began caressing them, and pinching the nipples, lightly. I cupped one, stared at it briefly, then brought it to my lips, licking and sucking on the nipple. While doing this, my other hand strayed down toward my pussy, and my fingers slid between my lips, dipping inside the folds of my pussy.
I threw one leg up onto my bed, to present a better view of my lips, as they swelled with excitement. Using both hands now, I reached down and spread the lips of my pussy apart. Spreading it wide, then sliding one finger, then two, until I had three inside me.
The juices were dripping along my hand, as I moved my fingers, in and out slowly. I had my head thrown back, and my eyes closed at first. But I cracked my eyes open just enough to see that Mark was watching closely, as my fingers pumped in and out of my sweet pussy.
I could see Mark’s mouth slightly opened, and his tongue moving along his lips, licking them. I couldn’t see what his hands were doing. But I could only imagine he was jerking himself off, as he was watching me. And it turned me on even more.
I sped up the tempo, fucking myself even faster with my fingers. With my other hand, I pulled back the hood that covered my clit, and flicked my fingernail against it, sending thrilling little shocks through my body. Then I rubbed it, in small circles…faster and faster, until my hips started pumping, and grinding against my hand, thrusting up and down to meet my fingers.
My breath came in gasps, I opened my eyes, and made sure to make eye contact with Mark, who continued to stare at my fingers, ramming in and out of my pussy. I felt myself so close to coming, as he watched, and I continued to rub my clit even faster. As the first wave of sensation, washed over me, my legs started to shake, and my hips lost control, humping my hand with abandon.
I shoved my fingers deeper inside myself, and rubbed my clit a little harder and faster, milking my orgasm for as long as I could. As the shocks and shakes subsided, I sat there with my eyes closed. I removed my fingers from my pussy, covered with my wet, sticky, juices. I slowly brought them to my lips, and sucked the juices from them. I opened my eyes, and looked straight into Mark’s eyes as I rose up from my chair. And I walked over closer to the window, still sucking my cum covered fingers.
When I reached the window, I smeared some of my juices on my nipple, then raised it up to my lips to lick it off. Never once taking my eyes off Mark’s. I saw Mark suddenly begin shaking. He threw his head back, and closed his eyes. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I guessed that he was coming too. When
Mark looked back at me, I smiled and waved, and then drew the curtains closed, but not before seeing Mark also smile and wave back.
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