The previous summer my friend and I had set up a goal: To get laid.
We had had a lot of fun with two maids from the manor house of the estate where my parents leased a summer house. Although there had been very heavy necking and great intimacy on several occasions my cock hadnΒ΄t been let in through the pearly gate. When the summer ended I was still a virgin although a rather experienced one.
During the two semesters that followed I dated a couple of girls. They were real nice but although they were keen on necking they didn't allow the final step. They liked and really took advantage of my knowledge about the sensitive areas of the female body and the importance of the clit when giving pleasure. I worked hard with their boobs and pussies but was never allowed inside. The necking was pleasurable though and they always made me come, no shyness or fussing about that. With one of them my erect cockhead was so close that it got wet between the pussy lips a few times but she was well aware of the danger and closed the thighs just when I was about to break in. With another I guess that I made a big mistake. I introduced her to titfucking. She had a big, sensitive pair just made for it. She got really fond of making me cream between her boobs and to take some of the spurt also on her face. But she liked it so much that my cock never came close to her pussy. Lovely but still not the real thing.
The semester ended and another long summer at the estate lay ahead for me before I should join the army for my military service. I took a job as a gardener to fill my days and earn some money working from seven in the morning to four in the afternoon.
My friend and I tried to make friends with the two maids hired for the summer in the manor house. But they had little interest in us. They were older, in their mid twenties we guessed, but the main reason was that they already had boy friends, two men that came on motor bikes to see them.
My friend and I spent long, lonely evenings discussion life and especially how to get laid.
I was assigned to work in the manor garden. I was told I had to take care of it all summer while the other two gardeners were away on vacation or took care of the vegetable gardens and the green houses.
Then my friend got a job in town and rented a room there. There was no daily transportation available.
I was alone and one evening tried my luck as a peeping Tom hiding in the bushes at the back of the wing house.
And I was lucky. I hadn't waited for more than fifteen minutes or so before the light went on in the room and the same woman as last summer appeared. Of course I knew of her. She was a lady companion to the consulΒ΄s wife, or Madame as she wanted o be called by the servants. I had seen them often enough in the garden.
She didn't disappoint me. She undressed, moving around the room with the light fully on. Most of the time she was in plain view. I had already my cock out when she took her blouse off. But there was no need to worry. She gave me ample time undressing slowly and when she was stark naked stood for quite a while at the window looking out. If I remembered it right she had lost quite a few pounds during the winter and that made a lot for her looks. And she had trimmed her pussy bush. It was still very rich stretching far up and to the sides but was not the wild forest I remembered. It looked lovely to me and I longed for sifting through it.
I came easily while looking at her and she was generous enough to stay in the window even after that giving me a very good look of her mature body. But I also noticed that she looked sad and her shoulders low.
I was back in the bushes the following night. And the night after that. Every time she gave me plenty of time to marvel over her naked body and to jack off in my own pace. It was nice but it added to my longing to get close to a girl again.
In the afternoon I was on my hands and knees weeding one of the flower beds. A shadow suddenly fell over my head. I looked up and saw the woman standing close by.
"Hi, I am Rosie and you are Eric. I recognize you. You have been in the bushes outside my window the last three nights, haven't you? Shamelessly jacking off," she blurted out breathlessly. She got quiet for a little while then went on more slowly and thoughtful. "Well, spunk might be good for the bushes I don't know about that. . . But I don't like it. . . . I don't like it at all. . . . It's such a terrible waste. . . . In my opinion anyway. . . When there is so much better use for where it comes from. . . . This evening I will withdraw to my room at ten at the latest. . . . I always sleep in the nude . . . The door will not be locked, not any door."
She looked me in the eye for a little while then a smile flickered over her face and she turned and walked away.
I was flabbergasted to say the least. I tried to figure out what had happened.
That she had seen me in the bushes was awfully clear. She had caught me red handed. And she was angry about it. But wait. She was angry because I jacked off, not because I was in the bushes, wasn't that what she had said? Or meant anyway, she hadn't put it that way directly, had she? And what did she mean that I should do instead? . . . Wait a minute, was there an invitation? A hidden invitation, very hidden but it was an invitation wasn't it? To come to her room after ten? No doors would be locked she had said. But locked is one thing, open is another, isn't it? But well, if unlocked they can easily be opened?
I sat back thinking hard. I felt an enormous urge to go there. It was risky but she could do little more than throwing me out. Well, she could tell Madame, who ruled everything with an iron hand. . . . But if she wanted to report me she would have done it already. And I would probably have lost my job by now. And if she felt like reporting me why had she stood in the window three nights in a row?
I argued in my mind the rest of the day but couldn't decide what to do. Or rather, I made up my mind and then changed it again minutes later.
But at ten o'clock sharp that evening I was at the entrance to the wing house. I had watched from a distance that the light went on and saw the woman inside. But I wasn't close enough to see any details. I didn't dare to be caught in the bushes again. It was like a strong magnet pulling me towards the door.
I took a deep breath and tried the handle. The door wasn't looked but creaked a little when it opened. I stepped inside. There was enough light for me to find the way up the stairs. A faint light around one door told which room was Rosie's. But I had known anyway. And I also knew that she was alone in the house that had several guestrooms. I draw my breath again and knocked softly on the door.
"Come on in, Eric. The door isn't locked. I told you, didn't I?" was a deep, husky reply from inside. I let out my breath and relaxed. She was expecting me to call in. I opened the door and went inside.