Along with a bunch of old porn magazines and Beta tapes I found in a storage locker was this journal written in my a man with amazing penmanship, which made reading the fading ink a lot easier than you would think for something 40 years old and kept in a dusty box.
I have no idea who this guy was, but I like his style. Here's a entry I particularly enjoyed.
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June 30, 1972
"You dirty old man," I mumbled when I saw the plot develop before my eyes, and while I had seen bits and pieces of this over the last few months, this time I was in prime position to see it all.
My long time neighbors, the Hermann family, looked like your typical suburban family. Husband, wife and three daughters, with the elder two girls having moved on to college and their own lives.
I knew the eldest daughter Denise quite well, but that's another story for another time. The middle daughter I had never gotten to know, and I suspect that the reason was that her older sister had warned her about me, but I don't know that for sure.
This younger daughter, Shawn, had always seemed frightened of me. It wasn't until recently that I had attempted to get better acquainted with young Shawn, and through that I learned that she thought I looked like the bald-headed iconic character in the Mr. Clean commercials.
"That guy always scared me when I was a kid," Shawn had admitted, but I assured her that I was a gentle soul that wouldn't hurt a fly.
I didn't tell her about the things that went though my mind whenever I looked at her, because I think that would have really given her something to be frightened about.
I like young girls. Always have and I suspect I always will. Not TOO young, mind you, because the last thing I want to have happen is to get arrested and tossed in jail with a bunch of other horny guys. 18 is young enough for me.
My infatuation with young things cost me my marriage years ago, although by that point is wasn't much of a loss for either of us. My ex claimed that I was silly for having such thoughts about barely legal girls and couldn't understand what I saw in them.
"You were 18 once," I reminded her.
"They probably think you're a silly old man," she contended on her way out the door. "What do you do? Stand there and whip your thing out?"
Some of the young ladies I've made moves on probably do think me silly for my interest but a surprisingly large number don't, and I've learned that through experience. As for my ex-wife's last contention, the answer to that was quite often yes. If you've got it, flaunt it. The girls often do, and so do I if I think it will work.
Back to this morning. My married neighbor, well respected father of three and a lawyer for some cheesy firm in town, had hustled out the door in his pinstriped suit for a day of ambulance chasing just like always.
Just like a couple of mornings earlier, he tossed his briefcase into the car but he didn't hop in the Lincoln himself just yet. Instead Dave Hermann walked around behind his garage and waited. Inside the house his bloated wife was probably sleeping in since it was summer and the remaining kid at home didn't have to go to school.
The kid. Shawn. Not a kid but a woman, having just graduated from high school last month, and just like she had a couple of days before the little lady was climbing out her bedroom window clad only in her pajamas and slippers.
Shawn wasn't a raving beauty, certainly nowhere near as pretty or as well-developed as her older sister Denise had been at 18, but that didn't bother me a bit. Shawn looked young and innocent, even though not nearly as innocent as she had seemed before I had figured out that something was likely going on out back behind their garage.
It had to be sex. Why else would a guy slither out back there and meet a daughter who snuck out of the house through a window? The only question was what it was I would see as I crouched down in my own yard with my trusty Poloroid in hand.
The way the yards were on our block, there was only one neighbor who could see what went on back there. Me. What would I be doing back there at sunrise? So their openness was probably a result of an expectation of privacy, an expectation that was simply not going to happen when there was an 18 year old girl around next door to me.
Shawn came around the corner to her father like an obedient puppy, and after they kissed and embraced the honorable attorney undid his belt and let his trousers drop down around his ankles. By then Shawn was dropping to her knees and tugging down her old man's boxer shorts, revealing a cock of respectable proportions that was on the way to getting hard even before his daughter's hand and mouth got hold of it.
Three minutes later my lawyer neighbor had his daughter's head in his hands while his knees buckled a bit, letting out a moan that signified that this case was closed. Shawn didn't even flinch while his load filled her mouth and went down her throat, and just like that it was over.
Attorney Hermann pulled up his boxers and pants and after helping his daughter up to her feet, gave her a kiss and hurried back around the garage to his car. Shawn was brushing her knees off as her father pulled out of the driveway, and after he left she looked around the corner of the garage towards her house to make sure it was safe to run back to her bedroom window.
It was then that the girl looked over toward me, and that saved me the trouble of clearing my throat or saying good morning. The look on Shawn's face when she saw me standing there in my yard was priceless, and in retrospect I should have taken a picture of her then to go along with the 4 I had taken and were already developed.
I did smile and wave, with the prints in my hand as I did so. While Shawn never seemed to be the sharpest knife in the drawer she did manage to put the pieces together in the 5 seconds or so she stood there frozen on the other side of the fence from me, with her mouth open just as wide as it had been with her Dad's cock inside of it.
After that brief encounter Shawn took off running across her yard and back in though her window, her plump butt wiggling as she fell inside. I smiled while walking back into my own house with my eyes still trained on the Hermann residence, with Shawn's eyes looking like a raccoon as she looked out at me from inside her bedroom.
The pictures? Well not bad considering that I was about 20 feet away and a bit excited at what I was watching. You could certainly see who the players were, and the glossy image of pudgy Shawn kneeling there with her mouth full of Dad made me wish I had a better camera so I could see his balls bouncing off her chin.
I resisted the urge to stroke myself off at the time in hopes that there might be more to follow. What would Shawn do? I had my hopes high but whatever was going to happen later, it wasn't even 8 a.m. and I hadn't had my coffee yet but it had already been an interesting day.
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Shawn emerged from her house around 11, and as I watched her casually hanging around her front porch and glancing at my place from time to time I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she trying to decide what she would do next? Maybe she was just hanging around waiting for her friend to stop by, like she often did.
Shawn didn't seem to have that many friends besides this one girl who I think was called Lois who also happened to be on my radar. She was a skinny hippie girl who never wore a bra, although in her case she didn't seem to need one since her tits were small, even smaller than Shawn's. They did hang low though, and since she wore a lot of tank-tops it didn't take much to see the sides of her titties through the armholes of the tops, along with the thick tufts of hair that filled the deep pockets of her armpits.
Shawn and her hippie friend had a history of their own behind that garage although to my never-ending regret I had missed that. There was something about the way they emerged from behind that garage that day - the guilty looks that I knew all too well - that made me think that there had been some hanky panky going on, and that alone had my imagination working overtime.
So when Shawn was still alone out there a few minutes later I decided to make myself available in case the young lady wanted to chat. I made sure I was looking okay before I went outside, and after determining that I looked as good as my 55 years would allow I proceeded to go out back and putter around some.
Shawn saw me back there, and I could see her trying to decide what to do, actually making a couple of steps toward my property a couple of times before turning around and going back to her porch. I guess I should have felt a little sorry for the girl but my mind was occupied with other things.
Was she still a virgin? Having seen the way she gobbled her old man's cock it didn't seem possible, especially in this era of free-love and promiscuity. Maybe Dave Hermann was screwing her in the evenings and getting head in the morning, and I guess it was a good thing we never had kids of our own because I confess I wouldn't have been any more moral than old Dave was if faced with looking at a nubile young woman around the house all the time.
Shawn was wearing a sleeveless blue and white horizontally striped blouse that made her tits look bigger than they probably were and denim shorts that showed a lot of leg, legs that like her arms were just a tiny bit fleshy.
I figured that if I put the measuring tape to Shawn the numbers would be about 34-28-37 because her body was a bit pear-shaped. The 34 part I knew for sure because I happened to be over in their yard one day and saw a slightly padded 34B bra hanging on the line. No way Dave's wife could fit her huge jugs in that little harness so it had to belong to Shawn.
I was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse a lot, but as I puttered around the side of my garage I began to wander a little bit farther up the driveway to make myself more accessible, all the while pretending to be unaware of Shawn out there.
The next time Shawn made a couple of steps toward my property she didn't stop, and I pretended to be unaware of my young neighbor as she made her way over, all the time glancing back to make sure her mother wasn't watching.
"Hi," came the meek voice of my prey, who looked as nervous as she sounded, and I pretended to be surprised at seeing Shawn when I turned around.
