6. Final Preparations on the Studio
After we got off work on Thursday, Nancy and I put the studio cabin in shape for her first-ever sexual surrogacy session. She bought a floor lamp with a colorful tiffany top, several throw pillows, and four mats that covered most of the platform. She then set her portable CD player on the floor near the platform and tried out some relaxing music. This posed a real problem for her. She disliked the new-age schlock that some website had recommended. She eventually settled on some dreamy, almost hypnotic Ravel and DeBussy CDs from our collection.
For extra padding, she then placed several quilts over the mats just a few feet from the plywooded door to the kitchen. That's where I'd be watching as she worked with her teenage client. For intimate lighting, she set up candles on either end of the platform.
While she was doing this, I bored two small holes in the plywood, which was gouged and otherwise distressed enough to make it hard to notice them. The first one was at eye level when I was standing and the other was lower, about twenty inches from the floor. I figured that when I peeked through the lower hole, I could lie on my side, lean on an elbow, and rest my forehead just above the hole. I brought one of the four mats Nancy had bought into the kitchen and placed it on the floor so I could be more comfortable.
But (doh!) I discovered that, lying on the floor, I was too low to look easily through the hole. So I spent over an hour constructing a small platform 6 feet by 2 feet and about eighteen inches high to lie on. It was just a little higher than the large platform in the main room where Nancy and Eddie would be. Placing the mat on it, I found that the hole was the perfect height for viewing the action at platform level. And it was comfortable, too.
Unfortunately (doh! again), I discovered what would've been obvious to me if I'd been thinking more clearly. Since I'd have to stand on the little platform I'd just built to lie on in order to look through the top peep hole, it was now too low. So I had to drill another one higher up. Since I'm fairly tall, and the doorway to the little kitchen wasn't very high, I discovered that I'd have to lean down slightly to look through it.
Stupid fucking academic! It's a good thing I wasn't trying to make a living as a carpenter.
On Friday afternoon, we piddled around the studio cabin for another hour or so before deciding it was an almost ideal set-up both for her session in the main room and my voyeurism from the kitchen area. As the time drew near for Eddie to show up, I have to admit that I was getting more and more excited. Even if he was sort of a nerd, at eighteen he was bound to be horny and virile.
Nancy and I sat in the living room waiting for him to pull up in the driveway, which I'd vacated to provide a parking place for him. While talking to him on Wednesday, Nancy had explained that he could park there because the owner of the house would be gone. He was then to walk around the side of the house to the studio cabin where she would be waiting for him.
Nancy, looking very beautiful with her blonde hair hanging down, was wearing a short summer dress with a low neck. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, when she leaned forward her perfect little breasts were fully displayed. She'd decided to wear a pair of ordinary white cotton panties. She said she wasn't sure how long they'd stay on, though.
7. Eddie's First Session
At about 5:45 Eddie pulled his car, or his mother's car, into our driveway. Nancy saw him immediately and gave the alert. Both of us then actually ran through the house, out the back door, and back to the studio cabin. Nancy entered through the door of the cabin, and I climbed through the kitchen window.
Puffing a little, less from physical exertion than from anticipation of what might happen, I quickly went over to the top peep hole and watched Nancy walking quickly around the room making double-sure everything was as it should be. It was still light outside, so she made the room as dark as she could by fully closing the blinds.
About two minutes later, Eddie, looking taller and more handsome than I'd remembered him, appeared at the door, which Nancy had left open. The cast of this two-person play was in place. It was almost show time!
Looking through the peep hole, I hadn't realized how transparent her summer dress was. As she stood backlighted in the open door shaking hands with Eddie, her slender body was beautifully silhouetted. I could easily make out her slender legs and even her white panties.
She took Eddie by the hand, led him over to a folding chair, and had him sit down. Then she walked over to the door and shut it.
Returning to where Eddie sat rather stiffly, she asked him if she'd mind if she put on some music. He nodded, a gesture she took for yes. So she walked over to the CD player and, bending down, turned on some Ravel piece (no, not "Bolero"). Then she turned on the tiffany floor lamp at the end of the platform.
Hearing that the music was too loud, she carefully adjusted the volume to the level she wanted. She had her back to Eddie as she did this, and I watched his eyes go straight to her rear end.
This was because, as she bent forward, the back of her very short dress rode way up and her white cotton panties were visible for several seconds. Compared to what he'd seen of her a week earlier, of course, this was nothing. But this R-rated view of her ass had certainly gotten his attention.
Looking through the top peep hole, I felt my cock beginning to stiffen in my pants. Very quietly, for the music in the main room wasn't very loud, I stepped down from the little platform I'd been standing on and removed my shoes, socks, trousers, and briefs. This took me about a minute.
Then, wearing only my shirt, I stood on the platform again and looked through the top peep hole. The scene before me had changed slightly. Nancy had placed a folding chair opposite Eddie's and was sitting in it, her knees almost touching his. She had her hands on his thighs and was leaning forward speaking to him intimately. The music, playing softly, was slightly too loud for me to make out what they were discussing.
A few minutes later, Eddie stood up, walked toward me to the platform, and pulled his shirt over his head. His upper body was quite pale and not very well muscled. He must've been self-conscious about this because, when he turned to face my wife, he folded his arms across his chest. I remember thinking that he needed to spend more time in the sun.
She then asked him to strip down to his briefs. He hesitated then obediently sat down on the platform and removed his shoes, socks, and pants. He then stood next to the platform in his briefs looking mostly at the floor but in the direction of Nancy. He seemed to have his hands crossed in front of his crotch. His whole body expressed something very close to humiliation.
After lighting the candles on the platform, Nancy walked over to him and placed her arms around his upper body. In a very gentle voice, just loud enough for me to heard, she said, "You've got a lovely body, Eddie. You're tall and lean. Most girls like guys who are built like you. Believe me, you don't have to be a muscle guy to attract girls."
He didn't answer. Still hugging him, she took things to new level. "I'd like you kiss me now. Imagine that you've just taken me home from a first date. I liked our date and I'm willing to show my appreciation. Show me how you'd kiss me."
She brought her face up to his. He brought his mouth down to hers. They kissed for almost ten seconds before Nancy pulled away from him.
"That's nice," she said, "but this was a first date, so keep your tongue in your mouth, OK? Let's try again. This time, just relax your mouth as you kiss me."
They kissed again, this time for almost twenty seconds. As they kissed, I watched Nancy's hands tenderly caress the teenager's butt through his briefs. When she pulled away from him again, she whispered something to him I didn't catch.
Then I heard her ask, "Are you sure you haven't had any experience with girls?"
