Simon awoke to find the sun streaming in through his bedroom window and the warmth of the day already beginning to find its way into his room. For a moment he thought he had overslept and a moment of tension gripped him, but then, smiling, he relaxed into his pillow as he realised this was the fourth day of his summer holiday.
After dozing for a while, he awoke again and lay listening to the silence of the house. His parents had gone away on holiday the day before and he had the house to himself for two whole weeks. It was the first time he had not gone with them, and therefore the first time he had been alone in the house for such a long period.
He had actually planned to go away with his friends. But, not yet having secured his first job since leaving school, he had decided that he should be at home job-hunting rather than camping with his friends. None of his friends had much money, and that would surely lead to boredom and arguments between them as it had on their short Easter break a few months ago.
A few hours later, having washed, dressed and breakfasted, and bored with watching cartoons on TV, Simon began to wander the house seeking inspiration to fill the day before him. He opened an upstairs window and sat for a while, surveying the scene of idle, contented suburbia outside. It was turning into a very hot day and little was moving. He could see the next-door neighbour's dog scratching itself in the garden, but nothing else was moving.
Yawning, Simon started to rise, but as he did, he caught a glimpse of movement from the garden on the far side of the one with the dog in it, and a few seconds later saw Mrs. Brady setting up her sun lounger on the lawn. Mrs. Brady was a middle-aged lady, plump but not unattractive, and Simon felt his breath quicken as he watched her remove her robe and lie down on the lounger.
From where he was sitting, Simon had a good view of Mrs. Brady, and he found himself staring at her body with mounting excitement. He watched for a while, hoping that she would remove part, or better still - all, of her bikini, but it seemed that she was content to lie motionless. After a while he concluded she was napping. Feeling slightly guilty for having such lustful thoughts, Simon rose and moved away from the window. In doing so, he caught sight of himself in the bedroom mirror and stopped to study himself.
Simon was a well-built lad, about 5'9" tall with brown hair, blue eyes and a nice smile. He was slightly overweight and this, he reasoned, was responsible for his lack of success with girls. In truth, however, he was considered chubby rather than fat, and deep down he wasn’t too despondent about it. His other, deeper concern, as far as the opposite sex went, was that he felt his manhood was not as big as it should be.
Simon removed his shorts and examined himself closely in the mirror, a habit that was becoming almost daily, especially now that he had too much time on his hands. Having discerned no noticeable difference from the previous day however, he decided to measure himself once again.
Moving to the bed and reaching under his mattress, Simon removed one of his favourite magazines, then went downstairs in search of the sewing box containing his Mother's tape measure. Having found this, he relaxed into his Father's favourite armchair and slowly stroked himself whilst reading the magazine.
After a few minutes of being deeply engrossed in a favourite story, illustrated with photographs of a lady in various glamourous poses, Simon checked his penis and considered that he was now as hard as he could get. Forcing his hips upward, to see himself at his best advantage, he held the tape in place and strained to see, hoping against hope that he had grown since last time.
At this moment, the living room door opened and Simon was aghast to see the next-door neighbour, Mrs. Connor standing in the doorway and staring at him open-mouthed. For an instant, neither of them moved and then, in a blur of movement, Simon threw his hands across himself as Mrs. Connor backed out of the room mumbling something he could not hear.
Simon was horrified and leapt to his feet, pushing the magazine underneath the chair and taking a cushion from the sofa to cover himself with. He had completely forgotten that his Mother had asked Mrs. Connor to come in and water the plants. As he stood there, wondering what to do, there was a knock on the door and he heard Mrs. Connor ask if he was decent.
