My penis hung slack in the cool of the shade. It was all just so pleasant. The breeze blowing under my chair was warm; I could feel it gently caressing my genitalia. My penis stirred at the gentle touch and pleasing warmth. My balls felt full and heavy, as if they were weighing my scrotum down. I could imagine them lowering almost to the verandah's floor. Funny how the scrotum accommodates changes in temperature, seeking to keep the testes below the temperature of the rest of the body. My thought not entirely ridiculous as my scrotum is unusually generous. On a bitterly cold day my balls are tight against my body, pressed up against me for warmth, but on a day like today they hang and swing very freely. I could feel them, pendulum like, moving gently in the breeze, albeit not really hanging anywhere near as far as to the verandah's floor! Let us be real.
So good to be on holiday, so good to be naked in the heat. It had been a hard year, rewarding certainly, but I had worked and worked. Now I was relaxing -- at last. I reached and stroked my penis, feeling it swell in my hand. My first erection of the holiday. I had been too tired when I had flown in the night before to have a relaxing cum then -- indeed, had not needed that, just the desire to fall into the bed and sleep. But now...
Hard in my hand, the head swollen and fat, my balls starting to swing rather more as I closed my eyes and settled myself into 'pleasant thoughts.' Probably I would cum before I opened them again. I had no need to worry about my ejaculation. No clothes to mess. No nothing. What and where should I let my thoughts wander? I leant back, leaving my erect cock firm and expectant, my hands falling away, just enjoying that feeling of being hard in the heat, luxuriating in the delicious carress of a warm breeze. Naked and hard. It is so good to have an erection.
I had no hope of actual sex on my holiday. I am a naturally retiring and shy type. Physically not repulsive or anything like that. It is just I do not relate easily to the opposite sex or to people generally. Yes, I am a loner. The friends I have, are 'online', met through gaming but never physically met in real life. My life is work and computer games -- though, wisely, I do not also live on junk food and, rather than being indolent, I keep my body exercised. Don't get the idea that I am overweight and unhealthy. No, not at all. Wake, run, work, play games, sleep, wake, run. Work, run, play... you get the picture.
A thirty-six year old virgin. My not ungenerous penis has never ventured into a girl, even a little way, or been sucked to conclusion or not. Nor have I held another man's cock and wanked it, let alone sucked or frotted. Of course I've held my own enough! My daily routine actually has 'sleep' bracketed by 'wank.' Twice daily my penis exudes, in the morning and at night. As regular as clockwork, though my thoughts are varied. The pattern does change on holiday -- of course.
Masturbatory thoughts crept into my head as I rested there. Imagined ideas. Imagined scenes. Scenes of sunshine and warmth:
'Oh no,' I said to myself. 'I can't really be seeing..." But I was.
Tessa Allbright, Dan's daughter from next door, was out in her garden in the very early summer's morning, standing there in the sunshine. I say 'standing' if her pose could really be described as just 'standing.' How do women and girls do that? Just artfully pose without thinking. If it had been a man he'd have just been standing there, but Tessa... One foot a little in front of the other, meaning one leg was a bit forward of the other, which, in turn, meant her hip was not quite level. And she had her hands raised pulling back or was that tying up her long blond hair. It was in her hands and she was doing something with it.
Not that she was naked -- as such. And the 'as such' mattered. She was in a light but long nightdress. Yes, it was open, in having a long scouped back, but otherwise it covered her, bar bare arms, shoulders and feet. It was the sun's fault of course. Rain might have done the same, but otherwise all would have been fine and respectable. Not as it was -- quite simply staggeringly sexual. The sun shone through the material rendering it nigh on transparent as if she was dressed in transparent gauze with little polka dots all over. I could not see her breasts nor where her thighs joined together at a presumed mossy grove or camel toe, but I could see, in perfect curving detail, her pink bottom. Perfect cheeks above gorgeous smooth thighs, with the light coming through the gap between those thighs, seeming to highlight the route to manly pleasures. A route I had never followed, not with Tessa most certainly, or any other woman.
That bottom! You -- or more accurately I -- wanted to smooth my hands over those cheeks, perhaps place her over my knee and spank; certainly let my cock spring up between her legs. I wanted to feel between those cheeks, into that so interesting crack with dimples above. Fuck -- I wanted to stick a finger into her hot back passage. More I wanted to stick my cock in there. Plant my cock in her crack and just push. All in my mind of course. I had not so much as pushed a finger into a woman's wrinkled orifice. I had not had opportunity. Or, perhaps, sought the opportunity. But that did not at all mean I did not relish the idea.
And Tessa was not the only one of us naked. I often rise and like to sit in the early morning sunshine in the privacy of my recessed patio. Yes, sometimes I sit there with an erection. Today I was standing there with an erection. How could I not be with this vision of the erotic before me, Tessa's almost naked skin against a backdrop of dew shining, emerald lawn? If she turned I would see all, but if she turned she would see all. And Tessa is 18 and I am 36. I a man and she a young woman. It would not do. I retreated -- slipped back inside the house.
And when I looked again, she was gone.
