All characters are of legal age. The place is the Southern Tier area of New York State.
The next time you drive through one of those sleepy little rural towns so small that they barely show up on a map, consider that perhaps there is a lot more going on than meets the eye.
That surely was the case back then in the town of Chapman; where the gently rolling fields of corn, the faded farmhouses, and weather-beaten barns certainly gave no indication of what was really going on under the surface.
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Chapter One: Watching the neighbor girl.
A farmer's work is never done, but at my advanced age, I tended to cut corners. Since my wife had passed on four years earlier, I had pretty much lost interest in the farm, and in my mind I was playing out the string, just going through the motions because I didn't know much of anything else. I planted and sowed and harvested out of habit more than anything else.
There was a lot of space between farms out my way, so there wasn't a close circle of neighbors, or of people my age. Our kids - son Will and daughters Faye and Luann, had long since married and moved away, so I was pretty much on my own except for the occasional holiday gathering.
The Tillis family to my west was one I had a waving relationship with. You drive past, and you wave. You're out plowing and see them in their field and you wave. They paid their respects when Bernice passed on, and brought over some food, but that was about it. That's the way we all lived - keep to yourself for the most part and mind your own business.
I knew that Bob and Peg Tillis had a son who had grown up and moved out on his own, which was what kids did if they had half a brain. Beating your brains out trying to make a living on a farm was a sure way to stay pretty poor, and the smart one figured that out early.
Their younger kid was still on the farm, and I had noticed her growing up over the years. Judging by the looks of her, she would probably be moving on herself. Not a ravishing beauty by contemporary stands I suppose, but she seemed cute enough, and by last summer had developed into a nice looking gal.
The reason I knew that was that I kept an eye on her last summer. A very close eye, courtesy of my late wife's binoculars. She used them to watch birds, but I was never much into that sort of thing. Looking at Tammy Tillis; now that was something I became very interested in.
Last summer she had a boyfriend who would stop by every evening after dinner. They would wander out back of their house, way back where the field ended with a long slope that led to the Six Mile Creek and the railroad tracks beyond that. It was a nice place to have a picnic, back in the good old days for us. Now I assumed that it was a place where a boy and a girl could make out.
As for me, left having nothing to do but watch TV, I was curious as to what they were up to, so one evening I made a point of wandering back in my own field a little earlier than they usually went to there spot. I know it sounds perverted, but I was a bored and lonely man, and the prospects of this 60 year old man kissing anything but his own ass goodbye at this point, were slim indeed.
So as I hunkered down behind a swell of ground and trained my eyes on the two of them, I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. The boy - looked like one of the Bartlett's kids to me - took Tammy down the side of the hill, and had dropped his jeans down to his ankles.
Tammy was taking off her clothes as well, and after she stripped down naked, went down on her knees in front of the boy and began sucking on his pecker. I had trouble keeping the binoculars steady as I watched from over Tammy's shoulders while she gobbled that boy's dick like it was a Popsicle.
He was running his hands through her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair while she sucked on him, helping to move her head up and down his tool. I wanted to get a look at Tammy, but with her back to me I had to settle for a look at her backside. She had a nice big butt - maybe a little too big for the rest of her body but fine by me - and plump but shapely legs. My binoculars were so good that I could see all the freckles she had on her back, shoulders and arms.
Suddenly, he pulled his pecker out of her mouth and was on top of her almost instantly. He began humping that poor girl like an animal, and she had her legs wrapped around his butt and held on for dear life.
Within a couple of minutes, he pulled up off of Tammy, and I saw her reach up and grab his pecker and jerk on him a bunch of times. He shot his spunk all over her belly while she tugged on him until he was dry.
After they rested for a minute, they got up and he helped Tammy clean the seed off her. This gave me a look at the front of Tammy; cute titties that were plumper than I had imagined, and further down, a little thick but solid around the middle, and a big bush between her legs. A little darker than the hair on her head, but it looked really thick and full. I love a nice bush between a gal's legs, like my dear Bernice had, and Tammy sure looked like she had one.
They got dressed and headed back toward the Tillis farmhouse, while I got back on my feet with a erection. That was an unusual occurrence for me, and after looking around, I took my cock out and wrapped my hand around it and milked myself until I left my seed on the ground, imagining that my fist was that sweet girl's pussy.
After I did that, I felt embarrassed, and vowed I would never do that again. It was nice to know that the thing still worked, but that was not something that a man my age should be doing. Imagine if someone had seen me jerking off after watching a couple fucking. They would lock me up for sure. Never again.
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Chapter Two: Back For More.
Needless to say, I was out there virtually every night for the rest of the summer, and so were Tammy and her boyfriend. Sometimes the lead up was different, but in the end, the would be screwing and I would be watching, and from time to time pleasuring myself as well.
Tammy and her young stud were usually missionary people, but occasionally they would do it doggy-style. Either way, it was entertainment that wasn't on CBS, and since Green Acres and Petticoat Junction were all repeats, I was happy to watch a new show out there every night.
Summer passed and with the coming of cooler weather they stopped going back there so much, and after a while it became a memory. Good while it lasted, but now for me it was back to television and watching the clock turn and the snow fall.
Eventually winter did end and spring found me back on the tractor trying to figure out a way to stay alive for another year. Another year of work and loneliness, and another year without Bernice. You don't know what you've got until it's gone, and I was a true believer in that saying.
After I got my planting done, summer came and when it did, it came with a vengeance. It was a scorcher from the start, and evenings found me out on my back porch, trying to escape the oppressive humidity inside the house. One of those nights, I happened to look over across the field and who did I happen to see walking toward the tracks but Tammy, the object of my voyeuristic attention last year.
She was alone this time, and after she headed out of sight I scrambled inside the house to get my binoculars. It took me a bit of time to find them, but I made up for it by stepping lively out to my old viewing spot. I suspected that they had a new scheme to avoid detection by Tammy's folks, and that they would meet out by the tree on the side of the hill.
When I got out there, Tammy was alone, and just sitting with her back to the tree and looking out over the creek. The freight train made its usual 7:00 run by, and soon after that Tammy got up and trudged toward her house.
Probably got stood up, or so I figured. The next night I kept an eye out for Tammy and she went back at the usual time. I went back moments later and saw her sitting there again, just staring out over the creek. The freight train came and went, and so did Tammy.
I missed watching the lovebirds doing their mating thing, as sick as that sounds, but I also felt bad about the way that Tammy looked as she walked. Moping and downtrodden, she looked exactly the way I felt.
The next night, after she went out there and sat at the tree, and no one came for a few minutes to join her, I hung up my binoculars on the branch of a tree and walked over her way. What possessed me to do this, I have no idea. I'm usually a quiet person who keeps to myself and I don't think I said more than a dozen words to this girl in my life. Hell, I wasn't 100% sure her name was Tammy.
Making enough noise to scare away the wildlife, I still managed to catch the girl by surprise when I came up alongside the tree, and as I spoke she jumped.
"Hello," I said. "Tammy isn't it? I'm John Collier. I live across the way."
"Oh sure," Tammy said, scrambling to her feet and knocking the dirt off her shorts. "Hi, Mr. Collier."
