Editor: WhiteWave48
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I'm an ordinary guy in my thirties to whom nothing real dramatic has ever happened, but one particular afternoon drive in the car put an end to all that.
I was sick and tired of looking after the kids while my wife worked and needed a break from them, so I decided to take a drive in the country to clear my head. Having the kids on your own all the time tends to drive you fucking nuts. Just ask any single mum. To pretend that I was actually entitled to some form of freedom I just had to get out as soon as my wife turned the key in the front door. I'd already packed the fishing rods in the car and decided that if I could find a decent river I'd sit and do some fishing, or if all else failed I had my binoculars with me.
No I'm not some freaky bird watching twit; I'm more of a freaky woman watcher. I love watching women from a distance doing some of the naughty things they get up to during the day when their husbands are at work and are blissfully unaware. While out on some of my journeys I've seen dozens of affairs and I don't know how many women masturbating. The only things lacking from these voyeuristic episodes are some of the senses, if you know what I mean -- the sounds and smells and so on.
I had just come through a real small town, if you could call it that, of two small houses a servo and a pub, when I spotted a glimpse of water through the trees on the right, so I kept driving until I found a small track that looked like it went towards the river. I turned off and followed the track which turned after a short distance and followed the riverbank.
For some reason I didn't feel like stopping just yet as though something was drawing me further along. Pretty soon the track narrowed to almost nothing when it wound its way through what appeared to be the front yard of a farm house and then turned back towards the river where it stopped in a turn around circle. The end of the road. Time to pull over and start my adventure.
I took my fishing gear and my binoculars out of the car and made my way to the river bank. It was a beautiful summer's day with not a cloud in the sky and just the occasional puff of a breeze. Being the morning, it was still not too hot out. I sat down and started getting my gear set up when I heard something in the distance. It sounded like a conversation, but it was a way off. Because there was no wind and sound was carrying a long distance, it was hard to pinpoint where it was coming from. I just figured it was the farmer or his wife from the farm house I'd seen just a hundred yards back down the road.
I did have thoughts of hiding in the bush and sneaking back towards the house and maybe spying on the farmer's wife, but I didn't really want to be found by a pissed off farmer with a shotgun so I let the thought go. Maybe when it had warmed up a bit and I was feeling a bit naughtier. This made me laugh to myself because I knew full well that I wouldn't be able to pass up a chance at spying on a wife -- to hopefully catch a glimpse of some action.
I'd been sitting for maybe twenty minutes, fishing, and had forgotten about the voices I'd heard before. I was just zoning out and day-dreaming when I was startled by a voice behind me.
"Whatcha doin' mister?"
Damn near jumped out of my skin. I turned around to see a teenage girl about eighteen or nineteen wearing a bikini top and a pair of white shorts with a towel draped over one shoulder. She had an incredible body -- a slim, athletic build, but not skinny, with lovely firm titties -- about a "B" cup I thought to myself.
"Just doing some fishing. And you?" I asked.
"I was gonna go for a swim here, but I guess I can go down the river a bit."
This was far too good an opportunity to pass up.
"If you hold on two seconds I'll wind this in and you can swim here," I said. "There's nothing biting anyway, so long as you don't mind an audience. It's a nice day and I like it here," I added, hoping she wouldn't mind.
"If that's what does it for you," she said with a cheeky grin and a bit of a knowing look on her face. And with that she started to walk down to the water's edge, watching me as I was winding in the last of the line.
"Cheeky bugger," I thought to myself as I watched her dipping a toe in the water. "Great ass, too."
It was like she could read my mind because as soon as I thought of how hot her ass was she turned around and smiled at me and raised one eyebrow. Her eyes then traveled down my body to my growing hard-on and her smile grew.
I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or hopeful or both, but I decided there and then that I wasn't going anywhere with this beauty around. She swam around for a while and I just sat back and relaxed; it was a great day after all and my erection had subsided, so I was a little more comfortable.
I watched her lazily stroke her way out into the river a short way, where she turned upstream and swam against the current for a hundred yards or so. Soon she stopped swimming and turned onto her back and floated with the slow current back down the river. While she floated downstream I noticed her taking a few quick glances in my direction. When she reached the spot where she first started swimming, she flipped back over and started to swim upstream again. This time when she swam I was reminded of what a great ass she had as it bobbed up and down in the water.
I was really getting into the whole experience of watching this sexy, young nymph who, while knowing she was being watched, seemed to be totally relaxed. I could clearly see the water flowing over her shoulders and back and down past her the smooth tanned skin of her thighs.
"I could watch this show all day." I thought to myself.
She reached that part of the river where she rolled over to float back down again.
This time, when she rolled over I noticed the chill of the water had made her nipples stand to attention. She had obviously noticed as well as she raised her hands and slowly rubbed her breasts with her palms. As she was doing this she looked over to see if I was still watching. When she saw that I was she just smiled and raised her eyebrows, but never took her hands off her breasts. Just before she rolled over to start swimming again she gave each nipple a quick pinch between her fingers and thumbs.
I thought I'd better try to calm down a little or I was never going to get my cock to go down again. I didn't really want to make too big a fool of myself sitting there with a flag pole in my pants. I decided the best thing to do was lie back and relax.
With the warm sun on my body and my eyes closed I was so relaxed now that I felt like I was going to go to sleep, when the sound of the girl walking out of the water brought me out of my day dream. I looked up to see what was quite possibly the sexiest vision I had seen my entire life. She walked out of the water slowly towards me and as she moved, my eyes traveled from the water up her body.
Her white shorts were see-through where they touched her skin and as my eyes reached her crotch, it looked like she was wearing panties the same colour as her skin. Either that or she was freshly shaved because she had dark hair and I couldn't see any colour showing through her shorts. My eyes must have lingered a bit long there because she giggled, and as I looked at her face she gave me a crooked smile and there was that knowing look again.
Once again, I was trying to conceal a raging hard-on and failing miserably. She saw my discomfort and the awkward way I was sitting, and laughed again. I thought, "Fuck it. She knows what's going on. Why hide it?" So I moved back into a lounging position. I must have looked like I was here to camp the night from the tent I was pitching. She just giggled again and spread her towel out on the grass next to me. With her head turned towards me she then lay down on her stomach.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Nick," I said, at which she laughed.
"Is that funny?" I asked a bit confused.
"Not funny, just a coincidence. My name is Niki."
"Do you have a job or are you still at school?" I asked.
"I'm supposed to be in school," she said, not elaborating.
"O.K. Why aren't you at school today Niki?"
"I can't be fucked dealing with those brats and pathetic boys."
Intrigued, I questioned her further.
"What's wrong with boys?"
"Fucking idiots most of them, and they haven't got a clue what they're doing."
"What do you mean?"
"They all want to get into your pants and when they do get there they haven't got a fuckin' clue what they're doing. They fumble about for a few seconds and just expect you to be ready to go, and then they jump on, poke about for a few seconds then blow their loads. Fuckin' useless. I want a real man."
I must say I wasn't quite expecting that answer, and it must have shown on my face because she laughed at my expression.
"I say what I want and fuck it if nobody likes it."
"So I see."