Our next door neighbors have a young daughter. Her name is Sarah. Sarah is almost 18 years old and she is a tom boy from the word go. All I ever see her wearing is a bulky sweatshirt and a ballcap on backwards. It was not until recently I learned beneath all the bulk of the sweatshirt and backwards ballcaps was a pretty hot young lady. Her parents do not trust anyone so they have home schooled her. She has had virtually no contact with the outside world. And she does not seem to want any contact with the outside world either. She has pen pals all over the world and from what I am told this seems to keep her content. Every once in a while I will see her and say hi to her and she will answer but do nothing else. I have given up trying to get her into a meaningful conversation a long time ago. She recently graduated from her home school and she had senior pictures taken and her folks asked me to scan them so they could send them on the internet to relatives and such.
When I first saw these pictures I was literally blown away. Instead of having her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a ball cap on backwards, I saw long flowing brown hair. Instead of a bulky sweatshirt I saw a pair of breasts under a modest silk top. Her breasts are not big, but it was a relief to see she had any at all. Sarah is tall and somewhat gangly. Her legs are quite long. I realized from her senior pictures that she could be, given the right encouragement, very hot. She wears glasses and is rather plain in appearance. But again, when she got herself made up for the senior pictures, she looked damn fine.
For some time Sarah has handled the feeding of our dog as a favor for some of the things we do for her family. Since I work some graveyards, she will come over and feed and then play with our dog for a while during the day. My wife works during the day so this really helps out a lot. Normally I am in bed when Sarah comes over and I rarely catch a glimpse of her. Since Sarah has recently gotten a computer so she could email her pen pals, I have had several chances to chat with her on the internet. I suppose we have developed somewhat of a speaking relationship. This is much more than we have had in the past and gradually I have learned that Sarah likes to joke around. At least on the internet. When I see her in person, it is back to the shy backward tom boy girl. I installed ICQ for her a while back and now she leaves little jokes and the like for me. I refer to her as little girl and she refers to me as old man. All of this is done in jest.
Since I have seen the senior picture of Sarah I have been looking at her in a much different way. I know she never dates, and has no interest in dating. If ever there was a pampered spoiled brat type girl, Sarah would fit the bill. Whatever she wants, her parents buy for her. She has shown no interest in getting out in the world and seems content to stay with her parents and let them provide for her. I never see anyone her age at their house and I am certain the only contact she has with the outside world is through her pen pals.
A while back, I had stayed up when I got off shift and apparently fell asleep on the sofa. I awoke to a noise in our house and when I opened my eyes just a little, I saw Sarah sitting across the room petting our dog. At first I was embarrassed for having fallen asleep on the sofa. I pretended to still be asleep and opening my eyes very slightly was able to watch what Sarah was doing. She would pet our dog and rub his back and then glance over at where I was asleep. I thought it was peculiar that she was staying in the living room so long. Then Sarah got up and walked over a little closer to me. From time to time she would look to make sure my eyes were closed and I was still asleep. I played the game well and could pretty well track where she was as she moved to the end of the sofa. I opened my eyes just a slit again and saw Sarah was staring intently toward my crotch area. Suddenly I realized what she was looking at.
When I get off work, I change into some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt. That is all I ever have on because I am comfortable in them. I never wear anything under the baggy shorts. In the position I was laying on the sofa I realized Sarah must have been able to see up the leg of my shorts. This sudden realization made my cock flinch and begin to come to life. I had my legs spread with one foot on the end of the sofa and I was certain Sarah could see right up inside my shorts. About that time Sarah heard a noise in another room and she quickly left. "Damn" I thought to myself as I saw her walk out of the room. I reached down and felt the leg hole of my shorts and sure enough, the leg hole was gaping open enough to where Sarah could look up them. I ran my fingers up inside and felt the head of my growing cock not far from the opening. She must have been looking right into the slit on the end of my cock.
I heard Sarah coming back toward where I was. Apparently satisfied she was safe she entered the room again and began petting our dog again. If I had woken up, she could have told me she had just fed our dog and was about to leave. I watched her through the slits of my eyes. Soon, she got up and walked toward the end of the sofa again. Even though she looked like a plain jane in her bulky sweatshirt and backwards ballcap, I knew that under it all her soft young body had to be hot. And it was obvious she was getting curious about the opposite sex. Soon she had worked her way to the end of the sofa again and was staring intently. I took a deep breath as if in a deep sleep and reached down and scratched my balls through the loose fitting shorts. Sarah jumped and quickly looked to make sure I was still asleep. Satisfied that I was she looked back at my crotch area. I left my hand resting on top of my cock under the shorts and every once in a while I would scratch my cock or my balls again as I normally would in a deep sleep. Sarah was transfixed on my hand. She would look apprehensively toward my eyes, then back to my crotch.
Then I reached the leg of my shorts and pulling the one leg of my shorts up I scratched the top of my now fully exposed cock. When I had finished this, I left my hand on top of my cock. I did this more to keep it from jutting straight up since I was getting quite hard by this time. I wanted it to appear normal. That is if Sarah even knew what normal was. She remained almost frozen in her spot, looking at my eyes then back to my cock then back at my eyes. I froze in that position acting as if I was still in a deep sleep. My hand covered only part of my cock and a few inches of it extended beyond then end of my casually placed hand. I lost sight of Sarah as she bent closer to my exposed cock. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could almost swear I felt her breath on the head of my cock. I am not sure how close she got to it, but I know it was very close. Then as quickly as it began, Sarah left. I heard the door shut and raced to the window to see her retreating into her home next door.
At first I was a little nervous about this episode. I was not sure what Sarah had thought. I do know the end of my cock was dripping pre cum. I discovered this after she had left. My mind raced with thoughts of what she was thinking. I mean, she is the one who looked. Hell, I thought to myself. I was asleep. I did not know what to think. I got my answer from the internet. Later when I logged on I had a message from Sarah. "Hey old man, I saw you sleeping on the sofa today."
