A week or more went by. Geoff sometimes displaying in the bathroom, though not always sure if he was being watched or not. For his part, or at least when he was in the house at nightime, waiting with the knot removed for Chloe's bedtime. Sometimes he saw a lot: other times little or nothing at all. It was a good and rewarding hobby. He could recommend Peeping Tommery generally. Morally so wrong but so exciting and stimulating. A real high. Wonderful, as well, to know he was being watched by a Peeping Jane as well and to demonstrate his prowess.
Sunday night found Geoff at home all alone with Chloe. Mr and Mrs Smold were out. Continuous sex with Chloe would have been nice - an agreement to dispense with clothes; a vigorous fuck; a shared shower and then more fun on the bed as Chloe thought up all sorts of interesting things to make Geoff's penis thicken and rise once more. That would have been really nice but, instead, they watched television and then Chloe suggested they played Monopoly down in the lounge. It was a long and still unfinished game by 10.30pm. Chloe yawned,
"Shall we have some cocoa and get ready for bed before finishing the game?"
Cocoa was an attractive prospect but what did this getting ready for bed quite mean?
It meant changing into night things and dressing gowns. Innocent enough - perhaps. As the hot cocoa was sipped Geoff found his dressing gown - a traditional woollen one - was rather warm in the lounge. It was clear Chloe found the same because she undid hers and let its sides fall away from her nightie. Geoff took it as a cue to do the same. Chloe's nightie was another low cut and not awfully long one. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, opposite Geoff, the nightie did not reveal anything it should not but when Chloe leaned forward Geoff could look right down her cleavage, indeed once he was pretty sure he saw down through her complete cleavage, past her tummy to those dark curls he had become so enamoured of from his spying. It was all a stimulating sight to a young man and Geoff wondered, as he was stimulated, whether it was all rather intentional on Chloe's part.
It was not easy to concentrate on the game, there were more interesting things to see than the Monopoly board. He missed Chloe landing on the Old Kent Road which was a shame as he had a hotel upon it.
Was putting him off the game her intention? It certainly worked as a stratagem. Or was Chloe's plan somewhat different? Was she deliberately trying to excite him and give him an erection?
It was more than lovely looking at Chloe's cleavage so close. Of course Geoff knew his pyjama fly had no buttons. It created a sort of wonderful danger. He could feel himself erect and once 'up' it was in no mood to subside. He could feel himself pushing at the pyjama material. A thoughtless movement and it might just pop out of the fly and suddenly be there between them. He wondered if Chloe had noticed? His question was soon answered and not just by the downward flick of her eyes.
"Geoff, it looks so uncomfortable like that, let it out in the open, I'm OK with that."
There was no doubt about what Chloe was referring to. It was surreal. And he let it happen.
They continued to play Monopoly. Chloe's breasts still coming almost into view when she leant forward but Geoff sitting there with his big plum end poking out of his pyjama fly. More comfortable - yes but... It was the bravest thing he thought he had ever done, yes, of course, she had told him to, but just nonchalantly moving himself and allowing his erection to pop out like that and then trying to ignore it, had taken quite a bit of nerve.
As Chloe rolled the dice she asked, "Does it hurt like that - all swollen I mean?"
They were both looking down at it.
"I mean it is terribly swollen."
"No... err no, it doesn't hurt." He stared at it for a moment or two before looking back up at Chloe. She was looking at it. Leaning forward to do so and making no attempt to hide her cleavage. Geoff could see an awful lot of breast but there again Chloe could see an awful lot of penis. It really was on display, three inches of shaft sticking out of his pyjama fly and his foreskin fully rolled back. The bifurcation and fraenum right there in front of Chloe.
"I mean," he said, " it's often like that. I suppose when I really want to wee it sometimes gets like that but it doesn't hurt - that's the pressure on my bladder. Now that can get uncomfortable. But you will feel the same, surely." What was he to say?
Chloe sat back and looked at his face. "I just wondered. I mean I don't have... of course I don't. It's so different. It must be strange having that hanging there all day and then when it stands up... I just wondered what it felt like." She leant forward and picked up the dice. Once again the nightie dropped and her cleavage came into view.
Geoff's penis twitched.
"Oooh. What happened then? Can you move it?"
And Geoff found himself demonstrating that he could make his erection move backwards and forwards a little.
The game still progressed.
"Why does it get hard when you want to wee?"
"I dunno, it doesn't by any means always but sometimes especially in the morning." He knew she knew all about that.
"Can you wee like that? I mean... sorry, a bit personal."
A bit personal when he was sitting there with his cock exposed. Hardly! "Err, yes." It seemed a good moment to move the conversation to Chloe's sex. "Does your, um, Clitoris get hard when you want to wee sometimes?"
The girl blushed, she really did!
It was more than interesting later to speculate what might have happened next had Mr and Mrs Smold not come home at that very moment. Such bad timing!
"Huh? They weren't due back 'til one-ish."
It was clear Chloe was annoyed but exactly why was not revealed. Certainly it did not upset the Monopoly game. Geoff, though, was pretty certain what caused Chloe's annoyance was what might then have happened had the Smolds not returned and he was pretty sure it would have involved, in some form, the expulsion of semen from his penis and not privately on his own. He was not best pleased either. Both Chloe and he pulled their dressing gowns tightly shut before the Smolds came into the room. Night clothes but all very respectable - apparently. Again the frown from Mrs Smold.
The game finished shortly afterwards - a win to Chloe - whilst the Smolds very clearly hung around. There was no going up to bed for Mr and Mrs Smold and 'leaving the young people to it.' Clearly not 'leaving them to it' was very much on Mrs Smold's mind and listening through his spy hole at the lecture given to Chloe in her bedroom once he had gone to bed made it clear the early return had been deliberate. Mrs Smold had been worried about what her daughter might get up to. "What did you think you were doing... in your nightclothes..." and so on.
Nothing more of great event occurred until the Thursday, not that Geoff did not see rather more of Chloe than Mrs Smold might have liked through his spy hole in the meantime. A nipping down the road for a pint of milk by Mrs Smold in the morning before breakfast might not have seemed of obvious moment or significance. Geoff was in the bathroom when the front door banged shut below signalling Mrs Smold's temporary departure having called she was just 'popping out' for milk. Geoff paid little attention and, whilst aware that Mr Smold was not in the house either, it was not something on his mind. What was on his mind was shaving. naked and erect whilst being completely sure, that day, he was being watched by Chloe. He had seen movement.
Geoff revelled in it. He was getting to really like being watched. It pleased him to be able to show off his manhood to what seemed an appreciative, if small, audience. Whether it would have felt the same, better or worse to a whole 'gaggle' of girls he was not sure. Certainly he would not have minded had Chloe got a friend around for a sleepover and imagined them taking it in turns to watch. He would not have minded, had Mrs Smold not been so around all the time, giving a close and personal demonstration to Chloe and a friend.
Disrobing, fully tumescent and being able to stay like that whilst shaving and before he stepped into the shower gave him a really good feeling. A feeling of real masculinity. The fact of his usually urgent need to urinate supporting his erection was perhaps best ignored. He tended to turn away from the ventilation grill when he eventually fountained in the shower. Geoff was not sure Chloe had seen that part of the overall performance or whether she would really like that. She had, though, asked about weeing and erections whilst playing Monopoly. Perhaps he should show her that. He could, he supposed, simply let go whilst shaving, surprising her not with an ejaculation but a strong stream of wee splashing onto the mirror and down into the washbasin. It would be dramatic but would she like that?
He had just gently caught the tip of his penis under the porcelain, pulled himself upwards so his penis was forced down against it and stepped back to let his erection slap up against his stomach with what, he rather liked to think, was an erotic sound to the female ear. He thought it rather showed the strength of his male appendage. He hoped Chloe was really enjoying his demonstration and was about to do it again when a knock at the bathroom door both surprised him and revealed his piece of theatre had been seen by him alone. Chloe had moved from her watching place.
"Geoff - let me in. Please."
What was he to do at such a command? It was not as if she had not 'formally' rather than 'informally' seen him erect before - in the lounge, playing Monopoly but then it had only been part of the full thing. Moreover given she had been watching him she knew exactly what state he was in. Dropping the razor into the water he stepped over to the door, not worrying about wrapping a towel around himself he simply unlocked and opened the door.
Simply a superb feeling, standing there, naked and erect, with Chloe right before him.
"Please Geoff - Mum'll only be gone five minutes. Please, with your fingers, you know; what we were going to do - after Monopoly - if... I need it - now. I really do. Quick."
It was so sudden.
"Now please. She grabbed his hand and pulled it under her nightie, right onto her patch of fur. "Please Geoff, make me come."
One moment shaving and thinking of Chloe watching: the next with her right there with him and his fingers in the most amazing hot and liquid softness. Moreover a place his hand had been very deliberately taken to. He had not so much groped as been placed. He wasted no time. Did not ponder on the sudden appearance of Chloe and the presented opportunity. Geoff felt, he played, he explored. He could see nothing because Chloe's nightie was draped over his hand but he could feel aplenty! Chloe was not holding onto him but was just standing there hands on the door frame, her eyes closed, her mouth a little open and panting. He watched as her tongue slipped across her lips moistening them. If this was a girl in heat he really liked it!
