Mack's Story

Mack's Story


I suppose a little background is in order.  I spent my freshman year
of college (1990) in a small, private engineering school.  Most of the
students were foreigners, and there were very few women [the guy/girl
ratio was something like 12/1].  This didn't really bother me, as I
was never an outgoing person in high school, didn't really get into
parties, and was pretty much a loner.  After my freshman year, my
parents decided that the private college was just too expensive, and I
transferred to a nearby state university (which I still attend).


The first thing I learned about this school was that living in the
dorms *sucked*.  Some of the antics that went on in the dorms would
sicken even the most die-hard alt.tasteless reader.  Dorm life sucked
so bad that after the first semester I moved off-campus into a large
house with 5 other guys.  The house wasn't great, but it was a place
to live--much quieter and cleaner than the dorms, anyway.  I moved
into the house in December, started classes in January, and went back
to the nose-in-the-books routine.  So intent was I onmy studies that
it wasn't until April that I noticed my next-door neighbors.


I knew that the large white house next to mine was inhabited--there
were always a couple of cars in the driveway--but I had never met (or
even seen) my neighbors until that fateful day in late April.  The
weather was -- unseasonably warm, and as I sat in my room pondering a
hellish fluid mechanics problem I glanced out my open window towards
the house next door. What I saw made me do a double-take.  Just as I
glanced out the window, a girl came out onto the front porch,
retrieved the contents of her mailbox, and went back inside.  Except
that she was wearing a *very* revealing bright neon-green bikini.


Wait a second! Bikini?  Come on, Mack--you've been staring at
Bernoulli's equation too long.  It's starting to get to you--the
stress, the pressure, the integration...  Bikini, indeed!  I stared at
the front porch across the way for quite some time, but no one
reappeared.  After a while, I  convinced myself that my course load
had begun to affect my brain and that I was simply the victim of my
stressed-out imagination.


But then it happened again.


Only this time, I knew I wasn't imagining.  I had decided to take a
break from the books and walked over to close my curtains in
preparation for a nice nap.  As I started to close the window,
however, I saw her again.  She came out the back door of her house,
still wearing the green bikini and carrying a large blanket.  She
spread the blanket in her back yard, sat down, and began massaging
suntan lotion onto her arms.


I decided that the situation required a closer examination.  I went to
my closet and retrieved the eight-power binoculars which I had
purchased the year before to take along to a Van Halen concert.  Back
at the window, I peered through the lenses.  As the image came into
focus, all I could think of was, "GOD, SHE'S *GORGEOUS*!!"  She was
about 5'6" or so with long silky blonde hair that came about halfway
down her back.  She had long, toned legs, an incredible ass, and full,
sensual lips.  But what really caught my eye were her breasts.  Her
skimpy top was valiantly struggling to contain two of the most
luscious breasts I had ever seen (or have seen since).  They were
large, full, nicely rounded, and I could see the tips of her erect
nipples straining at the thin green cloth on either side of her
generous cleavage.


She continued rubbing in the suntan oil on her legs, her stomach, her
thighs. Then she sat down on the blanket and began massaging oil into
the tops  of her breasts.  She was obviously enjoying this, as her
nipples became even more erect.  Then she lay down and began soaking
up the rays.


I put down the binoculars and went to the kitchen to get a glass of
water for my (now) parched throat.  I couldn't believe this was
happening.  Since I tend to be quite shy around girls (and become
hopelessly tongue-tied in their presence), I hadn't been on a date in
over a year.  At this thought, I realized that my cock was about to
burst through my jeans.  I went back to my room and found that she had
turned over, exposing that lovely ass--only covered by a sliver of
green material.


My cock demanded release from its confinement.  I removed jeans and
boxer shorts (I hate briefs) in one deft movement.  Just as I was
reaching to stroke my tool, she popped her head up and looked around.
OH SHIT!  What if she saw me?  What if she called the cops?  I had
never done anything like this before!  I didn't want to go to jail!
But she hadn't seen me.  After looking around for a moment, she
reached behind her and unfastened her top. [Now, it wasn't really
necessary for her to look around.  Her back yard was surrounded by a
high wooden fence.  No one on ground level could possibly have seen
her (but from a second story window, I had a much better view!).]


As if this latest development weren't enough, she slowly removed her
top and turned over onto her back.  I took one look at those
magnificent breasts and began stroking my cock in earnest.  She had
very large pink areolae, and her erect nipples were about a half-inch
long.  After a few moments, she began massaging her breasts--kneading
her gorgeous tit-flesh and tweaking her erect nipples.  As I
frantically pumped my shaft, I noticed her making small fucking
motions with her hips, hunching her ass up off the ground.  That did
it for me...my balls emptied and my cock exploded, spewing thick ropes
of hot white cum all over my thighs and stomach.  Since I hadn't been
laid for whatseemed like forever, the force of my orgasm was immense.
I saw stars.  It seemed like I came for hours.


After the explosion had passed, I picked up the binoculars and
refocused them just in time to see her entire body jerk, her ass lift
off the ground, and her face contort into a fierce grimace of pleasure
as she too came.  She collapsed back to the ground, trembled for a
moment, and then was still. After several minutes, the steady rise and
fall of her breasts told me that she was asleep (probably exhausted as
I was, poor thing!).  I crawled into bed and enjoyed a well-deserved
rest.  When I woke, it was dark outside my window.


I considered doing some more homework, but then I noticed that a light
was on in the house next door.  The light was coming from a room on
the second floor directly across from my window.  Peering through the
binoculars, I looked through the window across the way (the curtains
were open) and saw HER sitting at a small desk reading a book.  I
could tell that this was her bedroom.  I could see the end of a bed, a
dresser and mirror, a small door (probably a closet), and the desk she
was sitting at.  She was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe.  I couldn't
tell what she was reading, but from the way that her robe was partly
open and the way that her fingers were playing hide-and-seek in her
blonde pubic hair, it must have been quite an exciting book.


My mind flashed back to the episode of earlier in the day and my cock
became instantly hard.  Damn, this blonde was one hot number!  Why
hadn't I noticed her before?  That's what I get for studying so much,
I told myself.  All thoughts of Bernoulli and his damned equation
quickly vanished, however, as she began furiously pumping several
fingers in and out of her wet snatch. She leaned her head back,
dropped the book, and used her free hand to reach inside her robe and
squeeze a large handful of hot tit-flesh.  As I stroked my member, I
imagined that it was me rolling that hard nipple between my fingers.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and in my mind I could almost
hear her gasp of delight as she came.  Again, her whole body jerked
and twitched, nearly knocking her off of her chair.  Shit, there was
no mistaking when *this* girl came.  No way.  It was like someone set
off a charge of dynamite beneath her.  She collapsed onto the desk,
breathing heavily, her fingers still buried in her hot sex.


Moments later she stood and shrugged off the robe, exposing her
luscious body in all its glory.  She stretched, picked up a towel, and
walked out of her room into the hallway beyond.  My disappointed cock
was begging for release.


It was nearly 15 minutes before she returned--dripping wet and wearing
the towel.  As I watched her unwrap the towel and dry off, I pumped my
cock with long, slow strokes.  When she had dried off, she opened a
bottle of lotion and began rubbing it onto those long legs.  The sight
of this goddess massaging lotion onto her thighs and stomach was
driving me crazy .  My balls ached, and my cock was hard enough to
drive nails into concrete.  The she squirted a large glop of lotion
between her breasts and used both hands to rub it in.  As she pulled
on her nipples, I pumped my cock so fast that my hand was just a blur.
I came violently, spurting cum everywhere, and loving every second of
it.


In a few minutes, her light went out.  Oh well, it was fun while it
lasted, I guess.  I hit the sack, as I had an early exam the next
morning.  As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about her.  She
had awakened strange feelings in me that I didn't know existed
before--I realized that watching her had *really* turned me on.  Not
just the arousal that comes from viewing a naked female form--it was
more than that.  I wasn't looking at some cosmetically sculpted bimbo
in a porn rag.  She was a real person, caught by my lens in a very
private moment when she thought no one was around. *That's* what
excited me the most--the act of viewing was as erotic as the subject
being viewed.  I fell asleep trying to remember that French word that
described my new-found interest--I knew it started with "v"...


The next afternoon, on the way home from class, I walked up onto her
porch and looked in her mailbox.  For some reason, I felt that I *had*
to find out her name.  There were two articles addressed to
"Resident", a letter for Michelle S... and a clothing catalog
addressed to Nichole A...  Hmmm, there were *two* girls living
here...I wonder which one is the blonde goddess with the green bikini?


For the next couple of days, I sat at my window each night hoping to
catch a glimpse of that lovely body.  Her curtains were never closed,
and often I would see her getting ready for bed, going to/coming from
the shower, etc.My cock was getting a real workout watching this
lovely creature.  Once I even saw the other girl through the living
room (downstairs) window.  She was watching TV.  She was a short, very
petite brunette with smallish breasts and short, straight hair.  When
she jumped up from her chair and left the room for a second, I saw
that she too had a magnificent ass.  I decided that she must be
Michelle--it just fit her better.  That meant that my blonde goddess
must be Nichole...


I decided that living next to these two beautiful women must be my
heavenly reward for working so hard at my studies.  It was also a
hellish torture--I was far to shy and reserved to ever actually
approach them, let alone attempt a conversation.  Fate, however, had
other plans for me...

I don't like so long story.
if possible,you give ua a short one!
Thanks

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就是说 GOOGLE 上有个  论坛  的板块  ， 可以搜索到好多 论坛里的英语方面的东西。而且由于大多是发的帖子 或者 回复的帖子，所以都很口语化，而且很fashionable and immediate .