At the window 4
That night I lay awake wondering what her strange arm movement had meant. I knew it was hugely significant but my young brain could not grasp just what it meant.
I intended to find out, however and the following evening I was back in those bushes with my erection open to the wind, searching for signs of action across the lawn. There was nothing. The curtains were open but all was in darkness beyond. I crept forward. Nothing. I crept back and I waited and waited. Nothing.
The next night I repeated my stealthy approach and my excitement grew as I saw a faint crack of light between the folds of the curtain. Try as I might I could see nothing of what was happening inside and was forced to return as I had the evening before.
So it was a frustrated and very nervous young man who stood at the front door of the house the next morning for my first coaching session. I had not seen Tom since his holiday but he smirked at me when I was shown into the room. He was seated at a big table covered in papers and books. His aunt stood a little further back, looking as pretty and voluptuous as ever.
I took a seat next to Tom and the lovely aunt explained that we would have an easy day of exercises to establish our levels of competence.
I had expected to be rock hard all the time but it was not the case until our lovely governess leant over between the two of us from behind to look at our maths answers. She place a hand on each of our shoulders and I could smell her perfume and sense her huge bosoms jostling forward against the prison of her brassiere. There was no fighting that and I was hard for the rest of the hour.
At the end of the session Tom and I both left the room in a strangely crouched posture to hide our excitement and dashed upstairs to his room.
"I'm like a rock," he panted, immediately dropping his trousers and exposing his long pink friend. Tom was not as shy and reticent as I was. He stood with his groin jutting forward and regarded his swollen organ gravely.
"She's quite something isn't she? Did you get to see her through the window? I did before the holiday.. Saw her bra and knickers and everything," he gabbled.
At once I realised I must have seen much more that he had, but I said nothing in the face of his next command:
"Hey you must be hard too, let's see,"
Reluctantly I unbuttoned my flies and we were standing a few feet apart examining each others cocks. They were mirror images, pink and rigid with little pubic tufts at the base.
"Here look at this," he suddenly exclaimed, rummaging under his bed and emerging with a pair of dark stockings which he had extracted from the laundry basket that very morning.
"Let's wank," he said, carefully dr****g the nylon over his pole so it hung as if on a peg. He passed me the other and we were mirrored again as I veiled my own cock and felt the tantalising caress of a lady's unpeeled stocking for the first time. Then he put the stocking to his nose, inhaled deeply and began to work furiously on his member. I, of course, did the same a second or so later. The scent of her perfumed inner thighs was intoxicating and I felt my spend coming very quickly as I matched him for intensity. He came first, spattering the lino with his sperm, red-faced and panting. I was right behind him pulling my foreskin right back on the final stroke and spraying even further than he had. I remained in the moment with the swollen, purple tip of my glans thrust right forward.
There was moment's silence and then Tom was staring intently at my cock.
"How do you do that," he asked.
"Do what?" I replied, suddenly realising that his cockhead was still tightly encased beneath a pretty pink prepuce. He was fascinated by my dickhead and examined it embarrassingly closely. He was about to reach out and touch it when we heard a noise in the corridor. Our trousers were up in a flash, the bedside rug was dragged hastily over our mutually spilled seed and Tom gathered up the stockings.
" I bet that's my mum collecting the washing," he said. "I must sneak these back in, if I can."
With that he was gone and I was left quivering with fear and excitement once again. I waited but he did not come back. I waited some more and then decided to slip away quietly.
As I took the short walk back to our house I wondered at yet another extraordinary day, and exulted that I had seen a lot more of his aunt than Tom had, and I had a cock that he had openly admired. As I let myself in and smelled the lunch cooking I realised that both I and my little pink friend were totally at ease for the first time in a week.
I intended to find out, however and the following evening I was back in those bushes with my erection open to the wind, searching for signs of action across the lawn. There was nothing. The curtains were open but all was in darkness beyond. I crept forward. Nothing. I crept back and I waited and waited. Nothing.
The next night I repeated my stealthy approach and my excitement grew as I saw a faint crack of light between the folds of the curtain. Try as I might I could see nothing of what was happening inside and was forced to return as I had the evening before.
So it was a frustrated and very nervous young man who stood at the front door of the house the next morning for my first coaching session. I had not seen Tom since his holiday but he smirked at me when I was shown into the room. He was seated at a big table covered in papers and books. His aunt stood a little further back, looking as pretty and voluptuous as ever.
I took a seat next to Tom and the lovely aunt explained that we would have an easy day of exercises to establish our levels of competence.
I had expected to be rock hard all the time but it was not the case until our lovely governess leant over between the two of us from behind to look at our maths answers. She place a hand on each of our shoulders and I could smell her perfume and sense her huge bosoms jostling forward against the prison of her brassiere. There was no fighting that and I was hard for the rest of the hour.
At the end of the session Tom and I both left the room in a strangely crouched posture to hide our excitement and dashed upstairs to his room.
"I'm like a rock," he panted, immediately dropping his trousers and exposing his long pink friend. Tom was not as shy and reticent as I was. He stood with his groin jutting forward and regarded his swollen organ gravely.
"She's quite something isn't she? Did you get to see her through the window? I did before the holiday.. Saw her bra and knickers and everything," he gabbled.
At once I realised I must have seen much more that he had, but I said nothing in the face of his next command:
"Hey you must be hard too, let's see,"
Reluctantly I unbuttoned my flies and we were standing a few feet apart examining each others cocks. They were mirror images, pink and rigid with little pubic tufts at the base.
"Here look at this," he suddenly exclaimed, rummaging under his bed and emerging with a pair of dark stockings which he had extracted from the laundry basket that very morning.
"Let's wank," he said, carefully dr****g the nylon over his pole so it hung as if on a peg. He passed me the other and we were mirrored again as I veiled my own cock and felt the tantalising caress of a lady's unpeeled stocking for the first time. Then he put the stocking to his nose, inhaled deeply and began to work furiously on his member. I, of course, did the same a second or so later. The scent of her perfumed inner thighs was intoxicating and I felt my spend coming very quickly as I matched him for intensity. He came first, spattering the lino with his sperm, red-faced and panting. I was right behind him pulling my foreskin right back on the final stroke and spraying even further than he had. I remained in the moment with the swollen, purple tip of my glans thrust right forward.
There was moment's silence and then Tom was staring intently at my cock.
"How do you do that," he asked.
"Do what?" I replied, suddenly realising that his cockhead was still tightly encased beneath a pretty pink prepuce. He was fascinated by my dickhead and examined it embarrassingly closely. He was about to reach out and touch it when we heard a noise in the corridor. Our trousers were up in a flash, the bedside rug was dragged hastily over our mutually spilled seed and Tom gathered up the stockings.
" I bet that's my mum collecting the washing," he said. "I must sneak these back in, if I can."
With that he was gone and I was left quivering with fear and excitement once again. I waited but he did not come back. I waited some more and then decided to slip away quietly.
As I took the short walk back to our house I wondered at yet another extraordinary day, and exulted that I had seen a lot more of his aunt than Tom had, and I had a cock that he had openly admired. As I let myself in and smelled the lunch cooking I realised that both I and my little pink friend were totally at ease for the first time in a week.
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