We moved to Reno the year I turned 13. It was Mom, Dad, my little brother Matt and me of course. I'm Mandy...Amanda. Dad worked for the FAA and moving here was sort of a nice change for him. Not as crazy as air traffic in Boston or Chicago. Mom liked that he was home more for dinner and even some weekends and Matt and I liked Reno. We actually lived in a nice two story out in Truckee Meadows but no one outside Reno natives knows where that is so we always just say Reno. In the summer there is swimming and boating at Lake Tahoe and skiing in the winter. It's a nice little western town despite the casinos and tourists. It isn't as big or as crazy as Las Vegas and we settled in. Road trips to Big Sur and the Redwood Forest for surfing and camping became part of our summer time routine. It was nice.
We lived in a nice neighborhood too. It was pretty quiet for the most part. Some high school boys had a band in their parents' garage but even they shut down by 10 most nights. Matt and I made friends in school, tried to be polite to our parents' friends, did our chores and studied. We were, I guess, pretty typical, American kids.
Our next door neighbor, Mr. Rossi was a really nice man. He was divorced and he'd been in the military for a long time. The Coast Guard, I think. Anyway, he had a pool and once he'd made sure that Matt and I could swim and were, he said, 'water safe', he showed us where the key to the privacy fence gate was hidden and let us swim any time we wanted. That was great. He even taught us some dives and competition style swimming strokes. Matt got so good he went out for the swim team his first year in high school.
Me, I had other interests. Lots of other interests really. I couldn't decide on Science or History as a major but applied to colleges that might allow me to double major after high school graduation. One of my main interests though. That was sort of an accident. An accident that became sort of an obsession.
Mr. Rossi, like I said, had a big privacy fence around his back yard to keep little kids, strangers and animals and such out of his pool. Well, as it turns out our house was the only two story house that overlooked his pool -- and my bedroom had the only windows that could actually see into the pool area. It wasn't really long after we moved in that I woke up in the middle of the night to hear splashing. I thought maybe some raccoon had climbed the fence and fallen in the pool despite the fence, but when I looked out the window it was just Mr. Rossi doing laps in the dark. He had all the pool and yard lights off, just some low lights in the house were on, but that and the moonlight was enough for me to see he was bare naked.
I'd never seen a naked grown up man before and it made me feel funny to watch him. But I kinda couldn't look away either. My curiosity wouldn't let me, and neither would a warm and tingly feeling that was starting to spread from my...my girl parts. I didn't think he could see me watching him but I did kind of step back into the dark a little. I think he was the same age or maybe older than my Dad, but where my Dad had a little pot belly and knobby knees, Mr. Rossi looked sleek in the water. Like a seal or a dolphin. I guess because of the swimming and stuff.
He did his laps and I found myself holding my breath every time he'd turn in the water, waiting for another look at his penis. I wished I could see it better, it just made me feel so funny. Not like seeing Matt's penis when we were kids, or even the few times it had happened since. Mr. Rossi was a grown up, a man...and as I watched him he climbed out of the pool and lay back on one of the lounges. The moon was shining bright that night so I got a pretty clear look at his parts. And while I was looking, he started to touch himself. Just kind of fingering himself at first and stroking with his thumb up around the top. But as it started to swell up and get hard he wrapped his fist around and started pumping it. It must have felt good because before long his back kind of arched a little and this white stuff spurted out all over his hand and belly.
I felt kind of weak in the knees and couldn't decide if watching him had made me feel good, or sick to my stomach. I just knew I wanted to see him do it again. I didn't know, when I went to sleep that night, that I'd get my wish come true and then some over the years.
Mr. Rossi continued his night swims, now and then, even in the winter since his pool was heated. Sometimes I would watch while, in the winter, he would lay in the warm water and just stroke until he came and his stuff floated away in the water. I'm sure I slept through a lot of the nights that he swam, but the nights that I was awake, I learned a lot. By the time I graduated from high school I knew all about the birds and the bees and why a man would jerk off. I'd even helped a boyfriend or two do it. I never told how I learned though. And over the years I'd also learned what that warm tingly feeling meant in me, when I watched him. Plenty of nights I'd stand naked at the window and touch myself while he stroked. I had this recurring fantasy about him masturbating while watching me. Made me horny as hell to think of that and I'd have to stifle my groans of pleasure for fear of waking Matt or my folks.
And now it was my last summer at home. I'd finally decided on a major and been accepted at UNM. I'd be leaving in August but till then I was still free and I planned to make the most of my last few weeks. My folks had taken Matt on a college tour, and were going to be gone at least ten days, so for now I had the house to myself. Mom usually called my cell once or twice a day to make certain I hadn't starved or set fire to anything she said -- more likely to make sure I wasn't having wild parties and orgies all day every day.
Today though I was just lounging next door at the pool. Mr. Rossi had left early and gone somewhere so I had the pool to myself and I was wearing my smallest, string bikini to try and even out my tan. I was on my belly and I'd untied the top to get rid of the tan lines and then I thought, why not -- I'm alone -- and I untied the sides of my bottom, pulling it down to get some sun on my ass. I had my ear buds in listening to some music. I have pretty eclectic musical tastes and enjoy everything from classical to folk to hip hop. At the moment I was grooving to Otyken, a Russian Aboriginal band with a really unique sound and a heavy beat.
Somehow, between the warmth of the sun and the pounding drums of the music I started feeling distinctly horny. And then my favorite fantasy started playing in my head. Despite it being full daylight, I knew no one could see me as I slipped a hand under me and spread my legs. Gawd, I was already so hot and wet. No lube needed here, I was majorly slick, I thought. I ran my fingers down to my pussy and slid them in a little, just to make sure they were good and wet and then slipped them back up, strumming them over the top of my clit. It felt really good but it wasn't enough and I slipped my other hand under me too, using it to spread myself open more. I spread my legs a little wider and hiked my ass up a notch.
That was a little better. I had a nice cum building but my legs were straining a little on the lounger and I wanted to pinch my nipples. Pinching them wasn't as good as having a boy suck them but it worked. I flipped over onto my back so I could reach everything better and moved my hand to pinch and twist my left tit. It was already hard but it got harder and all rough and nubbly around the nipple as I got more excited. With my other hand I stroked and fingered my pussy. I was so hot and wet, and thinking about Mr. Rossi watching me and jerking off too was making me even hotter. I dipped my fingers into my slit again, gathering moisture and spreading it around and over the hard little pearl that was starting to throb. My nipples were like acorns now, in size, shape and definitely hardness. I began to switch from one tit to the other, twisting and pulling, while the heat in my pussy grew. Using just my index finger I was strumming it lightly but quickly over the top of my clitty.
In my imagination I could just about feel Mr. Rossi watching me and stroking, almost ready to cum. So was I and I stroked across my clit even faster and a little harder. My hips were rocking and I could feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Sweat had beaded up between my breasts and I could feel the dampness creeping along my hairline. I was panting now and making 'fuck me' noises -- groaning and muttering oh, gawd, yes, yes, YES -- and the orgasm rolled over me like a 747 at take off. My eyes rolled back and my thighs clamped around my hand as I rolled onto my side, the spasms seeming to turn me inside out.
Gawd that was a good one I thought as I started to come down a little. About the same time I became aware of the sound of slow clapping. I scrambled upright to see Mr. Rossi leaning against his patio door clapping.
"Oh MY GOD!" I began to stammer. "Mr. Rossi. I'm so sorry. I...ummm...I didn't think...I uh.... You weren't home when I got here!" I finished, sputtering half accusingly while grabbing for my towel to cover up with.
That made him laugh out right. "A little late for that don't you think?" He asked, waving at the towel. "And you're right. I wasn't home. Now I am. I'm glad I got here in time for the show."
I gave up on the towel but was gathering my suit and things, throwing them in my bag. "The show?" I asked somewhat guiltily.
"Yes, the show. The show you've been putting on in your window for years but not clearly enough to see..."
