It was nice hearing Chloe complaining again about the size of the spy hole to her room and explaining the reason she wished it larger, "If you could get your hand through the wall then you could, you know, do things, and I could put my hand through the wall to you and do other things! You could even stick your penis through to me. Now that would open possibilities!"
The thought lovely, the actual hole far, far too small.
Chloe went on, "There's not another hole is there?"
"No." But was Geoff's emphatic denial totally accurate? He had not carefully examined the match boarding. Later with torch in hand he made a full inspection. Not immediately obvious but, on close examination, another knot showed itself well below and to the side of the existing peephole. A lot larger than the first and seemingly set fast in the plank of wood. Slightly oval in shape and not at all loose but undoubtedly it was a knot hole. It is wonderful what a determined man and a pocket knife can do. Geoff had never found the present of the Swiss Army penknife with all its various attachments anything like so useful before - and that included opening beer bottles and pulling wine corks! With everyone out of the house, Mr and Mrs Smold having taken Chloe visiting friends, Geoff set to. Some careful work and rather a lot of banging later the knot was opened.
His handiwork finished and with a virtually complete knot in his hand, Geoff felt the hole in the wood leading into Chloe's room. The match boarding was some half an inch thick just as it was higher up at the site of the original knot. The hole itself was somewhat elliptical, rather than perfectly round but its sides were smooth and without splinters. It was nowhere near big enough to get his hand through, however much he bunched his fingers, but certainly he could feel through it with his fingers and touch the back of Chloe's chest of drawers. Geoff was a little disappointed, If he could get a hand through then he would be able to feel all sorts of things if Chloe let him; could certainly make her very happy if she asked, but just being able to waggle a finger or two through the hole was going to limit the possibilities somewhat. On the brighter side, Chloe's hand would be smaller and might well be able to pass through the hole and - and this was the particularly bright prospect - grasp something.
Much larger than the spy hole, nowhere near large enough for Geoff's hand but undoubtedly large enough for his penis, flaccid or erect to pass through, indeed it was pretty much at the right height for that. No need to stand on a chair, as would have been the case had the original spy hole been big enough, or to crouch down near the floor. He even tentatively pushed his penis through to touch the back of the chest of drawers. It made it dusty!
Geoff was not immediately able to mention his discovery and work to Chloe and there was no way she was going to notice a new hole into her room hidden behind the chest of drawers. It was not something to mention in a snatched conversation on the way to breakfast and so it was really pleasing to arrive back at the house that evening to find Chloe walking up the other way along the pavement. A long conversation at the garden gate. A conversation Mrs Smold could not have imagined even if she had been watching from a window and seen them talking. She would have had no idea of its import.
Just so exciting later that evening when all was settled down for the night to watch Chloe return from her shower, drop her dressing gown and come, completely naked, close to his spy hole and begin to slide the chest of drawers to the side. Not easy, but it did eventually move. Geoff dropped down and there was Chloe's eye looking back at him through the larger hole. "It's not very big," she whispered, "I don't think my hand will go through."
Geoff moved backwards avoiding getting a finger in his eye and there were three of Chloe's fingers waggling through the hole. It was obvious she was trying, pushing hard but even her smaller hand would not go through the hole.
"Bother," she said. "It really is not very big. I suppose you can get a few fingers through, though, perhaps, um, can you get your penis through?"
"Yes."
Geoff stood up. Of course he was naked and of course he was erect. Below him at waist height the oval knot hole. The oval shape so symbolic, so like the shape of a girl's sex. Geoff grinned. He was about to push himself through into Chloe's room: not like pushing into a woman - the knothole was hard and unyielding - but there would certainly be touching on the other side. Sexual touching - indeed very likely he would be ejaculating in Chloe's room that evening rather than his own.
Through his spy hole Geoff could see Chloe standing again and looking not at him but down at the larger knot hole and very clearly waiting to see what would pop out of the hole. Of course he could not see the other side of the knot hole and would not see what came out. It would not be the little pink nose of a mouse, but the rounded dark pink knob of his erection slowly extending out of the hole. It was, though, just so pleasing to see Chloe's full breasts and naked body and the clear interest she was showing.
He lined himself up and pushed himself gently through the hole until his stomach was pressed against the match boarding. He could not see the five or more inches pushed through but Chloe's face, looking down, betrayed that she most definitely could! It must have been quite a strange sight - popping out of the hole.
"Wow, Geoff!" And as she spoke her fingers reached and held. "This is great."
And it was, he was being manipulated for the second time by Chloe's fingers: but unlike in the bathroom her hand was not almost instantly withdrawn. This time there was no Mrs Smold to disturb the fondling, Lovely to see the evident pleasure on Chloe's face as she looked down. So strange to be almost with her: but not.
There was no let up in the finger work but Chloe dropped out of sight. He could not see what she was doing but was sure his penis was being closely inspected. He felt his foreskin being pulled right back and held, a pause, and then his penis pulled up as far as it would go, again a pause - was she perhaps examining his fraenum - and then his foreskin was pulled up tightly. Just so wonderful to feel his penis moved around - moved around by feminine fingers - and know it was being examined by feminine eyes. Had in some way Choe's sex been similarly visible to him, he too would have made a close inspection.
Chloe popped back into view. "Wow, Geoff, my own... well your cock in my room. A real cock just sticking out of my wall. Can you get your balls through as well? I'd like to feel them too."
There was no way he could squeeze them through as well. Leastways not whilst erect. Perhaps flaccid he could push first one, then the other through. It would be a squash and might hurt. If he then erected he knew he would be trapped and unable to withdraw without an incredibly painful squashing of testes - or, of course, being 'deflated' first!
"No, Chloe, sorry."
"Pity. But this is just so... wow! I could back up to the wall and push you in me. I'm sure I could. Shall I, just a bit?"
"I don't think you should without a condom. Have you one?"
"No. Have you?"
"No."
"Could you get a packet for tomorrow. It'll be...wow... I mean I can already rub myself with it."
