You should read Chapter 1 before reading this chapter.
Over the next few weeks, I had a regular schedule. I woke up early every morning, telling my parents I was going for a jog, but I would just hole myself up in the treehouse and wait for Ana to get ready for work. She was extremely punctual, waking up at 5:30AM and opening her curtains, dressed only in a housecoat which she proceeded to strip out of, displaying her beautiful bosom and cunt. I was usually already wet by this point, as I watched her slip into her workout clothes and exit the room. This part was agonizing, as she worked out in the other room and I couldn't see anything. But at 6AM, she would always return to the room, drenched in sweat, cheeks and chest flushed, and head to the bathroom.
I would moan as she stripped down, bending over to pull the joggers from her thick, muscular thighs. As she bent, I could see in great detail the thick lips of her cunt, and her hairy bush. Once in a while I would even get a flash of her tiny puckered asshole. Her ass was a little hairy, but magnificent, and I never got tired of staring at it as I rubbed my button relentlessly.
When she got out of the shower, she would typically examine her breasts in the mirror and I thought about how I would have loved to touch them, to suck on them. My fingers curled inside me and I would come as she pulled on her elegant panties (she always dressed in the nicest lingerie) and snapped on her bra. Basking in the afterglow, I would watch her apply her cosmetics and get dressed, then leave the house, my lust for her simmering unabated.
At 9PM, I would return to my treehouse and watch Ana get ready for bed. She always looked beautiful in the evening light, her small tummy fitting nicely with her large breasts as washed her face in the bathroom. The evenings were often when she masturbated as well, sometimes in the shower, but if I was lucky sometimes she masturbated in her bedroom. The curtains would be down but I could listen in, watch her silhouette.
I realized she often liked to masturbate on all fours, groaning and writhing in pleasure as she shifted her hips against her vibrator. I couldn't tell with the curtains down, but I thought sometimes she even put it in her ass. I would try to match her rhythms, humping my own fingers, moaning with her. Though she didn't mention Lisa again, I heard the names of other women, and I felt a secret pang of jealousy that she never called out to me. But still, when we came together, I felt somehow close to Ana, as though I understood her in a way no one else did.
I didn't hear anything from Lisa for the rest of the summer, and I wondered if she'd ever asked Ana out. A few days before I was set to leave college, however, I noticed something unusual during my morning viewing session. Ana stepped out of the shower, and for the first time I had ever seen, she had trimmed down her pubic hair to a dark landing strip. My eyes widened as my fingers strummed my clit. The trimming served to better emphasize her thick labia, and it was quite an alluring look. But more importantly, I was curious as to why she had made the change.
Did she have a date?
"Ay mierda,"
Ana muttered to herself. "I forgot to do my ass." She bent over and spread her ass cheeks with one hand, and sprayed shaving cream over them. Once she was satisfied with the spread, she drew her razor down the globes of her buttocks, sweeping down into the rim to clean the contours up.
I grunted as I flooded my underwear, my orgasm rattling through my chest. Her asshole seemed to wink at me, as though it knew my secret.
After she had finished dressing, her cellphone rang on her dresser and she picked it up. "Hello! Hi Lisa," she said, and my eyes widened in shock. So they had been talking. "Yes, six PM works for me tonight, still. Thank you for picking me up." A little giggle flicked past her lips.
I zipped up my pants and climbed down from the treehouse. I knew exactly where I would be this evening.
#
As the heat of the day died away and the evening breeze shifted in, I sat on my front porch, swinging back and forth on an old rocking chair, reading a book. But my eyes were constantly flicking back and forth between my book and Ana's driveway.
Thankfully, my wait would be rewarded as I finally saw Lisa's truck pull up onto our street, and park in front of the house. Lisa jumped out, dressed in a stylish blue top and black jeans tucked into leather boots.
She looked up towards me and I blushed as I gave her a shy wave. A knowing smirk crossed her face and I pushed my face down towards my book as she walked up the driveway and rang Ana's doorbell. I heard the door open and kept my eyes down, since I didn't think I could look Ana in the eyes and not think of her almost bald pussy, and how we had masturbated together, night after night.
I heard their voices carry lightly in the wind.
"You look great, Ana," Lisa said.
"Oh, gracias. I was quite surprised when you called. Didn't think I was your type." Ana laughed.
"Definitely my type. Ready to go."
"Yes, let's go!"
I looked up, then, and saw that Ana was wearing a blue dress that perfectly captured her broad hips and emphasized her sizeable bosom. As she turned to open the door to Lisa's truck and sit down, the fabric perfectly clung and gripped her perfect derriere. I felt my cunt tingle as I thought about the two of them, naked together. Could I dream of the possibility?
My phone vibrated. I grabbed it and read the message. It was from Lisa.
Wait up for us.
My hands shook as I read the message and my cunt was throbbing. Before I could fully process it, my mom called me in for dinner. I closed my book and went inside, trying to avoid rubbing my legs together like the dirty slut I was becoming.
#
Sitting in my bedroom, late at night, I was desperate, frustrated. While sleep called to me, I couldn't sleep with the ache in my cunt. And yet, I couldn't get myself to finish without my preferred choice of stimulation. In a way I had grown addicted to my viewing pleasure, and it was driving me mad.
Just as I was about to give up hope of going to bed satisfied, my phone buzzed.
We just got back to her house.
I sprinted down the stairs as quietly as I could. Hauling myself up the ladder to the treehouse in my pajamas, I tucked myself into my viewpoint, eyes fixed on the neighbor's house. Ana's bedroom curtains were pulled back, the room dark. I could see Lisa's truck parked out front and lights coming from the front rooms. I used my phone to turn the intercom in Ana's room on. While they weren't in the bedroom yet, I could hear distant laughter. Pressing my face to the glass, I hissed in satisfaction as the light finally came on in the bedroom.
Ana and Lisa pushed their way into the room, their arms wrapped around each other other, mouths interlocked in a fierce battle of tongues. The two women, despite being small of stature, moved powerfully, their thick legs wrapping and pushing against one another in a struggle for dominance. It was a struggle that Ana was winning for the moment as she pushed Lisa to the bed. Their moans filled the treehouse and I moaned along with them as my fingers found my poor, denied pussy, and began to rub at the engorged hood of my clitoris.
"I never thought you'd be interested in me,
hermosa,
" Ana said, her tongue slurping its way down Lisa's neck as she straddled the other woman, her hands reaching to pull Lisa's top off. "I'm old enough to be your mother."
