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Peeping Thomas!
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Nestled in the countryside south west of Oxford, lies a picture postcard English village by the name of Greater Carfax that has a population of approximately 450 people. The neighbouring town is about 3 miles away and has triple the population, its name is Little Carfax. The former being considerably older by a few hundred years, consisting of a medium sized parish church, a pub, a post office and a few small artisan businesses and a car garage. It also prided itself for having no big brand names or chain stores. Home Farm was situated about half a mile outside of the village and last but not least, Ashfield Manor was located a little further beyond. I guess you could say that the village was behind the times in many ways!
Pruitt & Daughters General Store sat on the high street, it was owned and run by a woman called Mary Pruitt. She had inherited it from her late father, he had passed away nearly 20 years prior and was soon followed by his wife, leaving behind their daughter Mary. Mary was now in her late 40's and lived on her own, she had never taken a husband or had any real interest from any suitors. She was not the most attractive to look at for a woman, no discerning facial features with exception to her eyes and she had short curly auburn hair. Standing at around five and a half foot tall, her size 12 frame made her look a little stocky but then again, her wardrobe wasn't very flattering either. Despite her physical appearance, she had a good nature about her and was genuinely quite pleasant. She was tough at times though and could hold her own. Prior to taking over the family business due to her father becoming ill, she had been in the armed forces.
Considering that her shop was open every day of the week, open from seven in the morning through to seven in the evening and closed at two pm on Saturdays. Sundays were her only day off in the week, she coveted her day off and would often go for long country walks in the day and then have an early dinner at the local pub, the Plough & Harrow. She had little time for a social life and relied upon her daily trade of local customers, the villagers were very supportive of her business and sought what they could through her before going further afield. She had another lady in her employ, who helped her out part time and also had a young lad from Little Carfax that helped her on Saturdays.
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Thomas Clarke was a student at Oxford Brookes University, 19 years old and still living at home with his parents and younger sister. His family were not that well off but they came from a hard working background, his parents strived to get their children into the best education that they could, so that they would have better options than they had themselves. Despite Thomas being able to live in halls of residence, he had chosen to stay at home so that there would be less pressure on them and he could work part time to earn pocket money to help them out too. Although catching the bus into the city was a pain, they were fairly frequent and he was always on time.
He stood at nearly 6 feet tall, he was skinny to look at but toned due to his love of cycling and swimming. Not exactly blessed with looks, he was no Brad Pitt and could be considered more akin to a slightly more handsome version of Nicholas Cage, he wore glasses too. Brown scruffy hair, bluey gray eyes and an unkempt face. He basically needed to discover an image! However, he did not fare too well with the ladies because he was very shy in nature and would run a mile when approached by people he didn't know well. His dress sense didn't help matters either, he loved wearing his knitted sleeveless jumper that featured on a lot of men in the fifties. Despite his flaws, he was quite intelligent and was doing well in his studies.
Thomas looked forward to the weekends though, although he loved being in the city and in the libraries reading or cycling along its streets. He never failed to turn up to work at the store, he liked Mary Pruitt because she was always keen to chat with him and he felt that he could be more at ease with her. So long as he did his work in the stock room and cleaned the shelves properly, she had no issue with him talking. He had also developed a fondness for her, she was the first real woman that he had feelings for, mental and physical! He would often watch her out of the corner of his eye as she worked and conversed with customers, looking away sharply whenever she noticed him looking.
He had thought of her often when alone in his room or in the bathroom, relieving himself of the desire and lust for her. Even though she always dressed conservatively and never really gave much to the imagination, he still got great arousal from thinking about her, picturing her face, hearing her speak and especially her purposeful gait as she walked. At first he was overwhelmed with guilt for masturbating about her, it felt wrong but then so right at the same time and he knew that there was no way it could be anything more than what it was, a crush on a woman that treated him more or less as an equal. In his opinion anyway and he was happy for that at least.
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Two pm was fast approaching and Mary was keen to get the store closed up, she spurred Thomas on by acting like a drill sergeant, barking orders at him with a smile on her face. He still couldn't tell how serious she was and scooted around the store with the brush and then the mop and bucket as she locked up the back. Stealing glances at her with a slight smile on his face, his heart beating faster than normal and the feeling of his penis growing in his pants.
"Almost done?" She asked him as she walked through the doorway from the back room, coat over her arm and a small holdall in her hand.
"Yes, Miss Pruitt." He looked at her briefly as he placed the mop bucket in the cleaning cupboard after emptying it down the drain on the street out front.
"Jolly good!" She beamed at him. And placed her free hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "You're such a good worker Thomas!"
"Thank you miss!" He blushed at the compliment, she always praised his work and he loved it when she touched him with such affection. They both exited the store and she locked the door behind them, he began to unlock the padlock on his bicycle and she stood watching him.
"Enjoy your evening Thomas!" Placing her hand on his arm briefly before turning on her heels and walking off down the street towards the outskirts of the village past the church.
"You too, Miss!" He called after her as he negotiated his pedals.
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It was a glorious afternoon, the sun was high in the sky and a gentle warm breeze swept across the fields around her as she walked the familiar route to her secret spot. She had been walking for about 25 minutes by the time she pushed aside some bushes and carefully navigated her way to the hidden freshwater brook. She liked how secluded it was and that it seemed out of this world as though it didn't belong. Rays from the sun penetrated the branches above, casting pools of light here and there and the sounds of the breeze flowing through the leaves soothed her as she closed her eyes and took it all in.
She placed her bag down beside her rock, a large smooth stone that was comfortable to sit and recline on. The water was clear, showing off a kaleidoscope of colour from the pebbles below, the coolness of the water made her startle a little as she stepped into it barefoot. She then took the hem of her jumper and pulled it over her head and folded it neatly before unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. Down to her underwear, she stretched her arms and twirled her body so that the cooler breeze enveloped her. Her last task was to remove her underwear, simple white bra and knickers, nothing fancy really because she had no one to impress as she had made peace with the fact that she would likely remain a spinster for the rest of her days.
She ran her hands down over her 34DD breasts, not as firm as they once were but still held up on their own and squeezed her nipples, they were not too large and were light pink to look at. Her hands moved down over her stomach, she always carried a few extra pounds since leaving the army. Fingers pushing through her thick thatch of reddish pubes over her mound and then on to her thighs before moving them to her buttocks and squeezing them as she stepped further into the brook as the water level rose up her legs. She gasped aloud as the cold water bit into her skin, Goosebumps covered her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She bit the proverbial bullet and dove forward, plunging her naked body into the deeper water and then submerged her head as well. She screamed under the surface of the water, she always did it as this was her ritual and no matter how often she did it, it was always a different experience for her.
After several minutes of paddling in the water, she finally alighted and walked to the rock and picked up her towel and patted herself as dry as she cared to do and then laid it over it and sat on top with her knees drawn up to her chin. Her body soon climatised itself to her environment, she ran her hands through her hair and brushed it back behind her ears, then reached for a flask from her bag. The hot tea was very much welcome, feeling the warmth course through her body as she turned her mind to recent events in her life. A brief smile came to her mouth as she held the cup in both hands and let one of her legs slide down, she parted them enough so that one of her hands could cup her vulva, the warmth of it made her close her eyes and she inhaled deeply.
She finished her tea and placed the cup on the floor before climbing back further on to the rock and lying back so she was looking up at the canopy above her, placing one arm above her head and allowing her body to air dry. She spread her thighs, exposing the inner workings of her vagina to the elements, her hand pushing down on to it again and began rubbing it in a circular motion. She moved her other hand back to her chest and massaged one of her breasts, softly moaning the delight she was now feeling inside her body. He came to her thoughts and she pushed a finger between the folds of her labia, she was slick with her own juices and her vagina welcomed the invading finger with ease. She brought her middle finger to her mouth and sucked it clean, a louder groan escaped her lips as she now plunged three fingers inside herself and then moved them to her now erect clitoris and began frantically rubbing it again.
She knew he was over half her age, she shouldn't be thinking like this but over time their working relationship had grown and they shared many good conversations together. She became aware of her inner desire, well her body's desire for the company of a man. The fact that she felt his gazes at her pretty early on, it weirded her out at first but it didn't take long for it to have a pleasing effect on her. She thought he had a beautiful mind, maybe that was what she found alluring about him and what fuelled her desire at the moment as she pleasured herself, naked on a rock in the great outdoors. She let out a sigh, she always came here to masturbate though! She doubled her efforts as her climax was building, squeezing her breast harder, her breathing became faster and deeper.
She wasn't aware that she was being watched though, he made sure to stay as quiet as he could but still moved as close as he dared for a better view of what was transpiring before him. He kept his breathing slow and shallow but felt his heart throbbing in his ears and the blood raging into his penis as it expanded in his pants, begging for freedom. He couldn't help but feel guilty about his intrusion, he should not be here witnessing what was happening before him but he could not bring himself to leave either. It was a breach of her trust and privacy and he knew he was wrong. Every weekend he would see her depart down the same route and eventually he became curious about where she was going, not having the guts to ask her, so he chose to follow her this time. So far he had been careful enough to be discovered, thinking that he should leave but seeing her pleasuring herself like that was something he had never seen before.
His hand shook as he moved it to the bulge in his pants, he now sighed and closed his eyes as the sudden contact with his penis sent euphoria through his veins. His attention was brought back to the present as he watched her bring about her climax, she let out a series of grunts as her pelvis convulsed, her thighs clamping her hand between them, still buried inside her vagina. Her chest heaved for a few moments before she relaxed back onto the rock, he watched her bring her hand to her mouth and then saw her sucking on her fingers. He made the mistake of moving, a small branch snapped in his hand and then fell to the ground.
"Shit!" He cursed under his breath
