Chris moved carefully and quietly through the darkness, around the edge of the dune fence that separated the small bungalow from the beach house he had been sharing with his friends. It had been a great vacation by the shore, and now that his buddies were gone he was feeling restless. The summer was winding down, and he had a few days left to himself, alone. The partying was over, and he was horny...
He had spotted the two girls when they had moved in a month ago - a cute, slim brunette with curly hair, and a blonde. They were both pretty, but it was the blonde who had invaded his thoughts and fantasies for the past month. She was incredibly beautiful and exciting - long legs, full hips, and large firm breasts that made his fingers flex involuntarily whenever he saw her, as he imagined caressing and squeezing them. She had deep blue eyes and full, sensuous lips that always seemed to be curled in a mocking smile. He had only spoken to her once or twice on the beach, just to say hello, but each time had left him weak and breathless. Her eyes were piercing and ironic, they penetrated and took his measure, they delved and found his lust and stirred it.
He was behind the house now, in total darkness save for the light that fell from the windows onto the sand and scrub grass. As he had guessed, the window in the middle was the bathroom. His heart leapt when he heard the sound of running water – someone was taking a shower. He hurried forward and crouched down under the window. It was open, and the shade was only half drawn. Cautiously, he rose and ventured a peek through the screen...
He hadn't been the only one to notice the two girls. They weren't on the beach very often, but when they were he noticed that there were always men walking by their towel, men with obvious erections bulging in their swimming trunks. And no wonder! Both girls wore the most tantalizing bikinis that barely covered their breasts and clung revealingly between their legs, and always seemed on the verge of falling off. They often took turns spreading lotion on each other, each girl lying on her stomach with her top undone while her friend slowly caressed her back with lotioned hands. When the blonde lay this way, her ample breasts swelled to the side, and her friend made sure to include them as her hands passed down her body from shoulders to ankles, lingering to caress her flawless buttocks. Sitting up, she held the bikini top cupped to her breasts, as her friend refastened it behind her back. Chris was maddened by these scenes of erotic tease, and became consumed with an overwhelming desire to see her completely nude.
Now, with his friends gone, his need to see the blonde temptress next door undressed became irresistible. So tonight, after one beer too many, he decided to give in to temptation and play the peeping tom.
The bathroom was small, and the shower was only about four feet from the window. It had a semi-transparent sliding glass door of the sort that allowed light to pass through, but distorted the view so that you could almost, but not quite, see what was on the other side. But what Chris saw was enough to make his cock spring to attention – it was the blonde who was in the shower; the color of her hair was unmistakable, and he could see the vague outlines of her voluptuous figure through the distorting glass as she lifted her arms and turned back and forth under the shower, washing her hair. At times she came very close to the translucent door, and he was able to make out the size and shape of her mouth-watering breasts, so high, so full, her nipples not quite discernible through the maddening distortion of the door. When she turned to the side he could see in profile a suggestion of the magnificent ass that he had drooled over so many times on the beach. The more he watched the more tantalized and frustrated he became. He pushed down his shorts and began to stroke his excited cock in anticipation of seeing her step out of the shower. Ohhhh, he needed this so much!
Inside, the girl turned off the faucets and squeezed the water out of her hair for a few moments. She looked down at herself and caressed her breasts, proud of the body she took such good care of, and which she knew excited men so much. She smiled, thinking of the teasing she and Lara had subjected the men on the beach to. She enjoyed doing that; she enjoyed it a lot. Sliding the shower door to the side, she stepped out and reached for a towel.
When Chris heard the water stop, he quickly got closer to the window, his cock in his hand. He looked furtively to the side, to make sure no one had noticed him at the back of the house, peeking through the window. When he looked back, he found himself looking straight into the eyes of the blonde as she stood holding a towel in front of her.
"Son of a bitch! You bastard!" she screamed at him, as he dropped to the ground and scurried along the edge of the house, then back into the dunes, into the darkness. "Oh shit!" he muttered to himself. "I don't fucking believe this! Caught, I got mother-fucking caught! What the fuck am I going to do now?" He hid in the dunes, trying to figure out what to do next. He listened for signs of commotion, for screaming or yelling. He didn't know what he'd do if he heard sirens or saw flashing police lights!
After a while he crept back to his own house. Everything was quiet. "Huh!" he thought. "Did she just blow it off? God, I hope so! She prob'ly didn't recognize me anyways, she couldn't a seen who it was through the screen. That was close. Shit!"
He had another beer to calm himself down, and went to bed. For a long time he lay masturbating to the vision of the little bit he had been able to see, and the teasing images from the beach. "Ohhhh my god, those tits..."
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He awoke late the next morning. In view of what had happened the night before, he decided to lay low for the day. He stuck around until he saw the girls next door head for the beach, then he drove into town and spent the day there. He took in a movie, then went home after a late dinner. It was dark next door when he arrived. He went inside and turned in right away.
About mid-morning the next day he became aware of voices and activity outside the house. He went to the window and looked out furtively.
The two girls from next door were getting into their car. The roof rack was piled high with their belongings, and they were waving good-bye to some other girls who were walking up the road on their way to the beach. The car backed out of the driveway, and set off down the road towards the highway.
