Chapter 5
After my nighttime beach fuck with Marc Post, I considered my summer officially started. Even though I had witnessed Gus and Mimi fucking, it wasn't until I had participated in the act that I could sever myself from the city and initiate the beginning of my first sexual vacation.
Gus Wells was my next target, and my cunt throbbed with anticipation each time I thought of fucking with him. The fact that he was so attractive was only a small part of my expectation. My main reason for excitement was his age; I'd never made love to an older man. Before I could consider myself really liberated from my youth, I had to be fucked by an older man. I'm sure that every girl must go through this desire; it's like an initiation into womanhood.
The more I thought about it, the more important it seemed. Sex with an older man gave fucking a weight and importance that was missing when I engaged in the act with someone my own age. To someone like Stu from back home, and even with Marc Post, although he was older, all sexual experience was new and exciting. All that mattered to guys my own age was the act of fucking itself; if he could fuck anyone, the act was successful. His cock didn't discriminate and his experiences couldn't.
But with Gus, it was something else. Gus was a man-a man to whom sex was not something new. Gus had been fucking for years, and he'd probably fucked more women than either Stu or Marc knows. Gus knew the difference between a good lay and an average one, something that would be lost on Stu or Marc.
So it seemed logical that if I chose Gus as my next conquest, his reaction to the way I made love would tell me just how good I really was. If he found my body exciting, knowing that he could have Mimi any night he wanted her, any way he wanted her, that would be a plus for me. If I could take him away from her, and my sixteen-year-old cunt could exhaust Gus's cock-the same cock I had watched him push in and out of Mimi's cunt-then I'd know that I'd grown up. After I'd fucked with Gus, I'd know that I am at last a woman.
With this in mind, I began to work on Gus.
I began by coming to breakfast in the mornings without wearing my bra. My breasts are big and firm, and the material of my blouse and sweaters pulls tightly across the front of my chest without the covering protection of a bra. When I'm aroused, my nipples get hard, and they poke through the thin fabric and are vividly noticeable. So to make sure that I was sufficiently aroused for this to happen, I masturbated myself for a few seconds before I left m room. My tits got hard and I squeezed them couple of times, pinching the nipples erect wit my fingernails. Then I slipped my top on, pinching the nipples again through the material, and came out for breakfast, hoping Gus would see them.
The first few times he didn't-or if he did, he didn't let me know. So I tried to be obvious. I stood in front of him, bent forward, and almost pushed my tits in his face. Once I sat across from him, and when he was looking at me, I bent forward and leaned my tit on the table. The sight of the swollen orb drooping heavily over through the thin material caught Gus's eye, and I felt my cunt begin to quiver when I saw him staring at it.
This success prodded me to take other, more obvious steps. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, I reasoned, why not let him actually see my naked breasts?
I'd come in wearing a scooped-neck tank top and accidentally drop something in front of him. Then I'd have to bend down and retrieve the object. The front of my blouse would fall away from my chest, and my breasts, with their stiff, pink-tipped nipples, would be exposed to his view.
The first time that I exposed myself to him, I thought I was going to come in my pants, I was so excited. Did I actually enjoy letting Gus see my nakedness? Was I an exhibitionist? I didn't really care. All I knew was that it excited me to let Gus see me. Knowing he was watching made me feel erotic and sexually excited. If that was being an exhibitionist, then I enjoyed being one.
I looked up after I had bent down, and I caught Gus looking down my blouse. His eyes were open wide and just the faintest blush of excitement colored his cheeks. He turned quickly away and pretended he wasn't looking.
After that, I looked for reasons to bend over and give Gus a free show. I was afraid of overdoing it because Mimi began to give me curious glances. I think she was aware of what I was doing; women are usually more sensitive to things like that than men are, and I had to curtail my clumsiness at dropping things.
I was gratified to find that Gus was picking up where I left off. He would stand behind me, and I could almost feel the sweep of his eyes across the pale pink hills of my breasts. Without arousing Mimi's suspicion, I tried to give Gus as much of a look as I could.
I began to employ other techniques, and I let my warm thigh bump into Gus's each time we sat next to each other; our knees rubbed back and forth when he sat across from me. The first few times I tried this, Gus pulled back, as though the contact had been an accidental one. But when I continued to apply pressure, my cunt grew wet to feel him pressing back against me. Now, whenever we sat down, covered by the protection of the table, Gus's knee or thigh automatically fell into place against me, and we rubbed erotically up and down against each other. It was our own private game, and we played it silently but very seriously.
When I began to masturbate to get myself aroused so that my tits showed through my blouse, another sexual idea suddenly came to me. Once I masturbated by putting my hand down into my pants, pressing my fingers tightly against my cunt. When I pulled my hand away from my body, I could still smell the sweaty aroma of my cunt clinging to my fingers.
I ran the wet fingers back and forth under my nose for a few seconds, then pulled my shorts down and rubbed my whole hand between my legs. I opened the lips of my cunt and ran my fingers through the wet slit, rubbing the tip of my clitoris to awaken more of a discharge in my cunt. After a few more seconds of this, I slid my fingers, two at a time, in and out between the lips of my cunt, bathing my hand in the wetness of my pussy. When I pulled my hand out it was still wet. I held it under my nose. It reeked of cunt smell.
I quickly pulled my shorts back on and went into the kitchen, desperately trying to think of a way in which I could allow Gus to smell the perfume on my fingers.
Gus provided the opportunity. "Hand me my cigarettes," he asked once I had sat down.
My fingers trembled as I picked up the package of cigarettes. I carefully pulled a cigarette from the pack and reached across the table and placed the white cylinder between his lips.
"Let me light it for you," I said, aware of the quavering in my voice. I ran my still-wet fingers up and down under his nose, lingering there longer than normal, rubbing against his nostrils so that he couldn't avoid my intention.
The moment my fingers went under his nose, I watched his nostrils flare, and I almost heard the intake of breath as he inhaled the smell. His eyes narrowed, and Gus looked directly at me, breathing deeply.
"Thank you, Tootsie," Gus said cryptically. He sniffed up the smell.
"It's my pleasure," I answered.
I tried this method twice more: once by pretending to rub Gus's nose because his sunburn was peeling, and once when I rubbed under his nose and asked whether he was growing a mustache. Both times I felt the cool tickle of him inhaling the raunchy smell of my cunt; both times he gave me that same strange, piercing look with his eyes. He was aware, unquestionably, of my intention.
How far would I go, though? I could almost read in his eyes. My goal was to let him know. I pressed on.
The bathroom was a good room for developing Gus's awareness, and I used it whenever I could. Whenever Gus went to the bathroom, I would try always to get close to the door. I would listen to see whether he locked the door behind him. He always did except for one time, and I knew I had to take advantage of it or lose my chance.
I watched him close the bathroom door, and I listened intently for the click of the lock. When it didn't come, I found myself wondering whether he had really forgotten or whether the omission was intentional. In the past I could tell that he was aware of my eyes following him to the bathroom; sometimes he would stare at me for a moment from behind the open door a second too long before he closed and locked it. He knew I was watching him. Was this why he had left the door open this time? I didn't know.
But I took advantage of the situation; one for which I'd been hoping ever since I began to watch him. I held my breath and listened. Mimi was in the kitchen, talking on the telephone with Margo, her sister. I put my ear to the bathroom door, and I could hear Gus urinating.
My fingers trembled as I touched the doorknob. My mouth was dry and I licked my lips with my shaking tongue. The toilet was directly ahead of me in the bathroom, straight ahead and on the far right wall. Gus would be standing in front of it, facing sideways, with his cock in his hand. I fixed my stare on the space where I judged that Gus's profiled cock would be, and I threw open the door with a sudden thrust.
"Oh my!" I said suddenly, perhaps too suddenly, almost before I actually saw Gus's cock. "I thought the bathroom was...."
I never finished my sentence, but closed the door quickly, pretending that I had opened the door by accident. But I didn't close it until I took a long, steady look at Gus's cock.
The image was so vivid in my mind that I can see it now as clearly as when it first happened. His cock was almost erect, and seemed thick and swollen. It was bent over heavily in his hand, and I could see tufts of hair silhouetted against his open zipper. A pale stream of urine made an arc from the end of his cock through the air and into the toilet. I could hear it streaming into the water.
I saw all of this in a momentary flash, and then I closed the door. My excitement at seeing Gus's cock, for the first time in daylight, perhaps overshadowed something that I wasn't aware of, something that I only realized after I played the image back in my mind for several times.
Gus was looking at me! I thought. He was looking at me! Was it an accident? Had his head spun around when I opened the door? Or was he anticipating my intrusion?
I didn't know. It was too dangerous an act to repeat to find out for certain. All I knew was that from that day on, each time Gus went into the bathroom, he didn't lock the door. And before, he always had. Was he waiting for me to come in again and discover him?
I didn't know, and, as I said, it was too dangerous to do again to find out. But since I wouldn't do it to him, I hoped he might do it to me. Every time I went into the bathroom I closed the door loudly, but never locked it. I lingered at the toilet, playing with my cunt and breasts, hoping that Gus would "accidentally" come in upon me.
But he never did, so I took a more direct attack on the problem. I began to leave the door open slightly-just a crack, but enough for me to see out and for him to see in. This worked. While he never pushed the door open any farther, I did see him walking back and forth past the door while I sat there waiting for him. He passed back and forth far too many times for it to have been an accident. He was going back and forth so that he could look in at me.
I began to leave the door open just a crack more when I took my showers. I did this, I told myself, so that the mirrors didn't steam up.
I took my showers and then dried myself outside of the shower, in direct line with the open door. I paraded my naked body back and forth in front of the open door, and once or twice I saw him walk past. Whenever he did, I pretended to be inspecting my cunt. I put one leg up on the toilet and bent forward, parting the lips. All Gus had to do was look into the room and he would have a direct line of sight with my cunt. More than once I heard him out there, but I was careful not to seem aware so that I didn't frighten him away.
Once I varied this method by putting my robe on and opening the door when I knew Gus was out there. We bumped into each other "accidentally," and I dropped my towel.
"Excuse me," Gus mumbled. His face was flushed, and I could see through his pants he had a hard-on.
His body was hard against the softness of my body, and I felt the swell of his arm brush against my breasts as we collided. I held on to one end of my towel in my hand, and let it unravel; then I let go of it completely and it fell to the floor.
"My fault," I said, naked under the thin material of my bathrobe. I didn't move to pick up the towel and the silken object I had purposely placed inside of it.
Automatically, Gus bent to pick up the fallen object. It was in his hand before he realized what it was. He straightened and handed it to me.
"You dropped this," he said, handing me the pair of panties I had placed in the towel.
I took the panties from him and our fingers touched.
"Thank you," I said, holding the panties with two fingers so that they dangled between us.
He stared at them. I had turned them inside out and was holding them by the leg band so that the stain on the crotch was clearly visible. Gus's eyes narrowed and he swallowed heavily. Then he bent down to pick up the towel.
After that, it was only a matter of time. He knew and I knew. The end was inevitable.
One incident, more than all the others, finally set the mood.
Gus was an early riser, and he was in the habit of waking the household. The children, of course, woke by themselves, but they usually stayed in their room, playing together. Mimi was the only problem, and if he didn't wake her, she would sleep easily until noon. Gus usually woke her first and then woke me after she was up.
After the incident in the bathroom, Gus altered his schedule. At first it was an accident. I was half awake, and sensed him outside of my room. The door opened a crack and I saw Gus peering in at me. I sat up and looked at him, still confused by sleep.
"Good morning!" I grumbled back.
The next morning, I made sure that I was awake before Gus got up. I carefully opened the door a crack more than usual, then got back into bed and made sure the covers had slipped in sleep from my body. Of course, that night I had slept nude.
I kept my eyes clenched shut when I heard Gus approach the door. I turned to the side and felt the sheet pull from my breast. I heard the door pull open an inch, but Gus didn't say anything. He just stared in at me. After about five minutes, Gus called to wake me.
The next morning, the sheet was completely tossed off, and I lay on top of the bed completely naked. My thighs were parted, and the dark brown hair of my cunt made a wide V between my legs. My stomach rose up and down evenly as I pretended to sleep, and the cool air tickled my nipples and made them tingle into stiffness.
I heard the sounds Gus made outside my door, and I think I heard the involuntary intake of his breath at the surprise I had exposed for him. I felt his eyes rolling over my nakedness, up over my breasts and burning between the pink-lipped fur of my wet cunt. I shifted on the bed, opening my thighs even farther, and rolling around so that my cunt faced the open door. I bent one leg and pulled my thigh away from my body. Now
Gus had a clear, unhindered view of my cunt.
I ached to open my eyes to see what he was doing, especially when I heard the slow rasp of a zipper opening, but I was afraid to look, afraid that his knowing I was awake would inhibit him. So I kept my eyes closed and imagined, even when I heard the creak of the door as he pushed it open even farther. My ears strained through the silence of the morning, and I almost thought I could hear, above the hushed wetness of Gus's breath, the sound of his hand pumping up and down the long thickness of his cock.
Encouraged by the sound, fed by my imagination and desire, I wanted to aid Gus's pleasure. My hand "accidentally" flopped against my cunt, and I rubbed against it with my open hand. My cunt was wet, and the wetness got all over my fingers.
I was sure now that I heard Gus masturbating; if not, I could certainly hear his grunting breath. It sounded as though he was breathing heavily, with air sizzling in and out of his open mouth.
My hand began to rub against my cunt. I cupped the mound with my tight fingers, sliding through the wet slit between the lips. I pressed down with the palm of my hand against my clitoris, and felt a wet swell of pleasure flow through my cunt.
Excited now, but still cautious, I had to fight to keep from opening my eyes when I heard the door creak open a little more. The sound of Gus's breath was clear, and for the first time I knew the sound of his pumping hand was not my imagination. The wet slap of flesh sliding through flesh was unmistakable.
I groaned as two fingers pushed into the flap of my cunt. I pretended that I was having a wet dream and I was excited in my sleep.
"Oh shit!" I heard Gus moan in a whisper as he watched the two fingers disappear into my cunt. He grunted, and then I heard him turn from the door and walk rapidly down the hallway. I heard the door of the bathroom close and lock.
Disappointed, I opened my eyes. The door to my room was almost wide open. If Gus had been standing in the doorway as I had imagined him to be, I would have had as good a view of him as he had of me. The thought excited me.
My cunt was still wet when I got up out of bed and walked over to the open door. My nakedness excited me as I stepped out into the hallway. The bathroom door was closed.
I was just about to turn back into my bedroom in disappointment when I noticed several globs of liquid on the hall floor. It was like a trail almost, leading toward the bathroom. There was a large puddle near the door of my room, and I bent down to inspect it. I put my finger in it and felt its texture. It was cold and slimy; sticky, almost.
I licked the substance on my fingers and smiled to myself. "Come," I said aloud. "Come." From that moment on, I knew Gus was mine.