It was so hot the trees were shimmering in the haze of the sun. Even the birds had given up singing and the whole garden was silent. Andy sat up to sip the last few drops of his beer and then lay back feeling very pleased with himself.
He was just starting on the second week of his vacation after finishing the second year of his history course at university. Life was good. He’d passed his exams, spent the first week of the holiday in Paris with his young beautiful girlfriend, Bryony and was looking forward to a couple of weeks of doing nothing staying with his parents.
They could feed him up, keep him in beer, do his washing for him while he recovered from the exertions of Paris and his exams.
He lay there in his boxers, soaking up the sun in the perfect peace of the garden. It seemed like there wasn’t another soul on the planet. He cast his mind back to Paris and the first time he and Bryony had made love in their Parisian hotel room. The thought of her sexy body lying on the bed in the darkness waiting for him was enough for him to start to stiffen.
Neither of them were sexually experienced and it had taken a whole term of persuasion to get Bryony to sleep with him. Now she was three months into being a virgin no more and, although she had expressed repugnance when he suggested oral sex to her, he was sure he could talk her round in the end.
It wasn’t just Bryony who was sexually naïve. Andy had read all the books, looked at all the magazines and seen the videos, but he’d never experienced the feeling of a woman’s lips closing round his erect member. Come to think of it, he’d never done a lot of things, but he was only nineteen – plenty of time yet!
At the thought of Bryony and the sexual pleasures awaiting him in the future, he felt a growing urgency in his boxers. He looked down to see a substantial tent forming in his groin.
What the heck! He was on his own; his parents wouldn’t be back till gone six o’clock; and there was hardly likely to be anyone come round the back of the house. He pulled his boxers off and for a few moments enjoyed the thrill of letting the sun caress his cock and balls. He’d never done this before and felt a vicarious thrill at the sensation.
He reached up for the sun tan oil from the table and squirted a generous amount into his palm. He smoothed it into his balls and up onto his cock, letting globs of the liquid catch in his pubic hair. He rubbed the oily liquid all over his genitals aware of what the dazzling sun might do to previously unexposed flesh.
God it felt good to lie back in the sun, gently stroking his oily cock and moving his balls up and down, feeling the weight of them. He thought about wanking properly but didn’t have any tissues to hand and didn’t want to get up to get any. Oh, the problems of life!
He gently pulled at his cock, thinking of Bryony’s body and its secrets. He’d never licked her pussy, although he had licked his finger one night after pulling it from her wet hole. The taste was not pleasant, not distasteful, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He imagined there must be more to sucking pussy that that.
And then that other secret area between her bottom cheeks. She’d never let him see her ass properly and as he lay there he tried to imagine what it looked like. What would it be like to try to slide his cock up there? He’d seen videos of ass fucking but couldn’t imagine himself ever doing it.
He was by now struggling with a growing need to come. His cock was rampant in his hand and little pulses of pre-cum had run down the shaft, gliding onto his oily hand. He sighed – the tissues in the kitchen beckoned, but by the time he’d fetched them the moment would be gone.
He resolved to get them – he could always rewind his fantasy and replay it to a juddering finale. He opened his eyes to get up and started. Staring down at him was a woman! He recognised her instantly, in spite of the blinding sun It was Mrs Sharpe, his mother’s golfing companion. Christ! He sat bolt upright of the lounger, placing his hands over his groin trying to hide his embarrassment.
‘Oh God, I’m sorry!’ was all he could find to say. In fact he said it over and over, not sure whether he was addressing her or saying it to himself. He looked up at her finally and was sickened to find she hadn’t moved at all. She stood there, six feet from him, with a look of utter disgust on her face.
He cast his face down again staring at the lounger, hoping the earth would swallow him up and end this appalling silence. Thankfully, his cock has collapsed faster than a burst balloon. but his boxers lay tantalisingly out of reach across the patio, under a chair.
Finally she spoke. ‘What the hell were you doing just now?’
‘I…. ..I….. I, nothing,’ was all that came from his lips. He stayed resolutely staring at the lounger.
‘Tell me what you were doing!’ She spat the words out with barely concealed contempt.
‘I was rubbing sun tan oil into my penis’ he whispered.
‘For five minutes - and into an erect penis!’ she scoffed. ‘Give me a break and tell me the truth.’
‘OK, so I was masturbating.’ He somehow found the courage to look up at her after saying this.
‘Oh were you – and thinking about what?’ she snapped back.
‘I…..I…..y’know, stuff, dirty stuff’ he cringed.
‘Tell me what, exactly’. She took a step towards him and now blocked out the sun from his face.
‘Oh, my girlfriend, screwing her, doing things to her, stuff like that.’
‘What kind of things?’
He looked up at her then back down to his legs and then up to his hands cupping the shrunken remains of his cock. ‘I was thinking about what it would be like to eat her out and about what her ass looked like. And what it would be like to fuck it’ he added.
There was a silence. Finally she spoke. ‘What would your mum and dad say if I told them what I’ve seen today?’ ‘At least you have been honest with me, which is something.’
She continued, ‘I need to think what to do about this and not take any rushed decisions. I’ll sleep on it and let you know tomorrow. Come and see me at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning and don’t be late.’
She looked down at him, huddled up trying to conceal his nakedness. ‘And for Christ’s sake, put these on and put yourself out of your misery.’ Saying this, she bent forwards, placed her arms under her skirt and pulled off her knickers. ‘Here, put these on quickly – I think you need them more than me right now.’ She tossed them to him and he stood up clutching his groin, turned away from her and pulled them on clumsily.
He felt absurd in the panties, but at least he had something to cover himself up. He turned round again to face her but she had vanished.
He heaved a huge sigh of relief and closed his eyes momentarily to blot out the nightmare of what had just occurred. Anxiety returned almost immediately and he crept up to the wall of the house and peered round it. He could see her walking down the drive, then she turned the corner and disappeared from view.
‘Oh shit!’ A wave of embarrassment flooded back over him as he recalled what he must have looked like, lying there pulling at his cock in the sunshine, with a look of ecstasy on his face. How long had she been there for? Why had she come round?
All his questions were pointless, the damage had been done. She had seen what she’d seen and he’d confessed to wanking in front of her. He blushed crimson at the thought of it.
Looking down he became conscious of his attire. ‘Oh Christ’ he groaned again. Her panties has served a purpose three minutes ago but now he felt totally ridiculous in them. He tore them off and tossed them onto the lounger.
What on earth was going to happen now? Would she confront his parents with what she had seen. His mind whirred with possibilities, all too horrendous to contemplate. He went to the kitchen to get another beer to drown his sorrows.
He paced up and down outside thinking furiously, contemplating leaving the country, suicide, anything to take him from this situation. Finally he decided to go indoors. He picked up his beer, suntan lotion, his book and, grudgingly, her panties and went upstairs to dress.
The afternoon passed in slow motion. He couldn’t concentrate on anything, couldn’t relax, couldn’t do anything.
His parents returned and for the first seconds after their arrival he was in an agony, half expecting them to already know what he’d been discovered doing and to be thrown out of the house. Everything was perfectly normal however, so at least it appeared that Mrs Sharpe was still contemplating her next action.
He would have to face her the next morning, apologise profusely and hope that she could bury his secret forever.
* * *
The next morning dawned clear, bright and full of the expectation of heat. Another glorious day, but what a difference twenty four hours makes. Andy, remembering the events of yesterday, became instantly awake and groaned.
So today was confront the bitch day, grovel to her and beg her silence.
He dressed in shorts, tee shirt and deck shoes, went downstairs and had breakfast. It was half past nine; his parents were long gone – off to air conditioned offices to miss out on the sun. He sat staring at his cup of tea, feeling a bit like he had done before his end of year exams. Butterflies roamed round his abdomen, churning his stomach into knots. He wanted to die.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out her panties. He had hidden them under his mattress when he had dressed yesterday. At one point in the night, when he found himself lying awake worrying, he had turned on the light and pulled them out from their hiding place. He had passed them between his hands feeling the texture. They were silky and, although black, slightly see through with a thicker opaque gusset running to the rear. The label indicated the manufacturer’s name and that they were small.
He had stretched them between his hands and even sniffed the gusset to see if they held any residual tell-tale odour. He almost felt a pang of disappointment when he discovered they didn’t.
Now, sitting at the table he sniffed them again – nothing. Looking closely at the panties in the daylight he could discern a narrow trace of lighter staining running for a couple of inches up the gusset material. For reasons he couldn’t fathom, he started to grow stiff.
He regained his senses and stuffing the panties into his pocket, gulped down his tea and headed for the door.
She had said not to be late so he walked the half mile to her house at some speed and stood outside. It was three minutes to ten.
