George must have been in his 70’s and had never touched a woman in his life! Although he was a slimy, little weasel of a character I almost felt sorry for him. He lived in a croft cottage that was little more than a shed, over 5 miles from any other habitation; a dirty little hermit that stank of booze and dogs. As he told my husband his regrets about “never having felt a woman’s flesh, or even had a kiss”, his eyes lasciviously slid across to me and his mind fed on my body; I could feel it as he spoke, it was creepy! I felt disgusted and violated but at the same time sorry for him, he was most unappealing and no woman would want him. He would die without love.
My husband seemed to rather like George and his stories, and spent ages chatting to him over a beer in the evening. He never sensed the lecherous and dirty side of him, referring to him affectionately as a “poor old bugger’.
The following morning my husband took the car and left me at the caravan. He was filming and photographing at a location just a couple of miles away. It was a wonderful hot day and the little stream that bubbled down near the caravan, sparkled and gurgled as it tumbled over the wild hillside. I began to follow it upstream and came to a little waterfall only just out of sight of the caravan. The cool water was a bit too tempting and, hitching my skirt up, I slipped off my shoes and paddled in the shallows. It was then I sensed I was being watched. George was at some distance away half hidden in the trees watching me. Once again I felt his dirty eyes on me and could sense his lust even though he was too far away to see his face. There was part of me that wanted to shout at him to go away but another part of me wanted to torment him for his perversion.
He had no idea that I knew he was watching, slinking in the shadows behind the trees. I hitched my skirt up as high as it would go, revealing as much of my long legs as was possible. I could imagine his eyes greedily desiring every inch of my shapely legs. I played in the water like a school girl, kicking and splashing and flashing rather too much leg! I doubted that he had ever seen so much leg, he didn’t even have a TV – maybe a magazine I thought, but my legs were live and moving!
I wanted to drive him crazy! In many ways he disgusted me, but I enjoyed the power that I felt I had over him and enjoyed the desire he felt for me. When my back was turned towards him I undid some of my blouse buttons. The blouse gaped open revealing my bra and I continued my paddling for a moment before sitting on a boulder. Leaning back with arms behind me I let my head go right back and stretched my bust upwards. It felt so tarty, not at all like me! I was just a very ordinary, if rather middle class woman.
I knew my bra was revealed and I tried to guess his emotions. Then, looking around as if to make sure I was alone I undid the last button and slipped off my blouse. Throwing it on the grass I laid back on the flat boulder with my skirt hitched up and wearing my bra. It wasn’t that I was more uncovered than on any beach, it was the fact that I knew greedy eyes were absorbing every part of my body. The sun beat down on me as I pretended to absorb its rays and I reached for my sunglasses in my blouse pocket. Unable to reach them I crawled on all fours to my blouse. I knew my breasts would look delicious to him as he had a perfect view of my hanging cleavage, exaggerated by my bra. I made them wobble a little and spent to long getting my sunglasses out, to give him a good view.
Although I knew he was there and lusting for me, I was beginning to feel a bit removed, it seemed almost silly and pointless. However, lying back down again I allowed my head to turn and with my sunglasses on, he couldn’t see me watching him. I lay like a Greek goddess, one bare leg bent up, my skirt as high as it would go and wearing a virginal white lacy bra. I watched him trying to get a closer view without breaking cover, although he must be daft if he thought I couldn’t see him, he stood out a mile!
Then I suddenly realised that he was masturbating! The dirty little bastard was wanking over me. I felt a sudden surge of anger and disgust but at the same time I felt as high as a kite and a great urge to drive him crazy. Give the little sod something to masturbate over! I hated him but at the same time I kind-of wanted to seduce him. I lay there watching him and could see the movement of his hand and the strain in his body but frustratingly was too far away to see the expression in his eyes.
I would make him bloody cum, the thought was powerful, almost angry! I stood up and slipped off my skirt, letting it slowly slide to the ground. Then I sat down again on the rock in my skimpy bra and panties. I saw him move back a little in case I saw him, so I got up and stretched in an exaggerated way with legs apart. I began to paddle in the water again and bent down to investigate the underwater rocks. My bum towards him! I wanted to know what was going through his mind and how he was feeling. I glanced sideways to see him quickly moving to a closer vantage point behind a rock, I can’t imagine that the idiot thought I couldn’t see him!
I wondered if he had climaxed and tried to analyse how I felt and what I wanted. He annoyed me and I wanted to see him squirm, he was like an animal; but I felt animal urges. I moved toward the waterfall where the stream became a deep pool. The sun was hot on my body and it occurred to me that I could swim in the pool. The decision I had to make was wether to strip or swim in my underwear. It wasn’t even a decision, I knew I was going to strip for him – it was as if I couldn’t help it!
Stepping out of the water I stood on the grass with my back half towards him and reaching behind my back I slowly allowed him to watch me undoing my bra. I was really enjoying this now – there is something about being a stripper and knowing that a man is drooling with desire at every move you make. Holding the bra in place I turned to face him – wearing my sunglasses I could see him watching in perfect stillness. It was as if he dare not move – not even breathe. He was only about 20 paces away and barely hidden behind a rock and some bracken. I lowered my bra and slipped my arms out. Bending forward I unnecessarily folded my bra and placed it with my blouse, breasts exposed and hanging. I loved the feeling of his eyes glued on my nipples and I could almost feel his filthy fingers groping my breasts. I stood up tall and reached up into my hair, arms held high and breasts fully available – oh goodness – I wanted to feel him groping me! I pressed my breast towa
rds him, willing him to come to me and screamed words in my head, “come on you filthy bastard!” But he was a wimp, a weasel that hid in the grass.
I removed my panties in his full view and standing utterly naked on the grass facing him, I lifted my arms to tie my hair back. Apart from my husband no man had ever seen me so completely exposed and vulnerable – I was a respectable, classy woman but I felt a huge freedom as the warm air reached every part of my body. Then I entered the water.
The water was cool and refreshing and standing in up to my knees I gathered water in my hands and washed my body. I gave him as exciting an exhibition as I knew how, turning this way and that, bending and stretching and massaging my breasts as he watched. I could clearly see his face peering from the bracken like a scared rabbit or, more like, a dirty old man! I enjoyed a cooling swim for a few minutes and guessed that he was frustrated that he couldn’t see anything under the water. I bet he was longing for me to climb out again, I wryly thought. I kept reminding myself that I was the first woman he had seen naked, the first breasts, the first bum, the first woman exposed. What did he feel like – I was desperate to see the expression on his face. I wanted to see his eyes looking at me, I wanted to see his desire and to feel his lust!
I climbed out of the pool and sat on the warm flat rock and after adjusting my hair, lay down on the rock utterly naked. Goodness, what an irresistible sight I must have seemed to him! I lazily turned my head and could easily watch him as I pretended to sunbathe and rest. I lay quite still for ages and he began to move a little, maybe to get a better view over the bracken and rock.
He was masturbating again!
Oh my! I felt so sexy! This dirty little bugger wanking over me. I watched as he shifted position, his body tensing, then half bending. His head went back and his whole body seem to contort. He was cumming over me – I was so high! I wanted to feel his hot cum over my body, my juices were flowing, I had a job to lie still. Then I heard a powerful but muffled groan – bloody hell, the dirty bugger had fucked me in his mind.
Suddenly I felt violated, as if I had been used, although I was still high I was sort-off angry as well. At the sound of his groan I quickly sat up and he instantly disappeared behind the rock. Pulling on my skirt and blouse I stalked across the grass to the rock. “George’ I screamed, “George, I know you are there, come out.”
Nothing!
“Come out George – I know you are there you idiot,” I spoke strong and accusing.
Nothing!
I went round the rock and the pathetic idiot was crouching still as if I wouldn’t see him. I grabbed his hair, greasy, filthy and dragged him from his hideaway. “You bloody bastard” I screamed into his face. He cowered away not daring to look at me properly. My emotions were raging but I am not sure what emotions they were!
I was angry and wanted to hit him – or did I.
Then I did something crazy. I grabbed his hand and forced it inside my blouse to my bare breast. “There! Feel me – Fondle me,” I shouted. “Go on – FEEL ME” I held his grubby hand against my breast, not letting him go. He looked scared! “FEEL ME” I shouted again. He barely moved his hand!
“Feel me – I am not letting you go until you do!” I demanded. I aggressively wanted to control him now. His hand gripped my breast. “Keep going” I shouted – “you may never get another chance!” He began to grope me in a hard and desperate way.
As he gripped my breast, felt and fondled me I felt a greedy desire. I looked down at him and his trousers were covered with wet patches – sticky cum inside and over his trousers. The filthy bastard had cum in his pants and was now covered in it!
My hand still had hold of his hair and in my greed and anger I shoved his face into my other naked breast. “Now suck me,” I demanded. “Bloody Suck ME!”
And he did!
He sucked me SO hard and then even harder and he groped my breasts with such rough calloused hands that they were red with a delightful pain. I felt my nipple being pulled deep into his mouth, I felt his teeth biting on it and his unshaved roughness making me sore. My juices were flowing and my breathing was greedy and hard. “More,” I demanded. “MORE!” It was as if I couldn’t get enough so I pressed his head so tight into my breast I was trying suffocating the slimy rat.
He dug his dirty nails hard into my nipple and pulled. The pain rippled through me, my head went back and I whimpered out loud.
Then suddenly I had enough and pushed him to the ground. “Don’t ever say you have never touched a woman now, you bastard!” I looked down on him as he trembled on the ground. He wouldn’t, or couldn’t look at me. So I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could. He rolled on his side groaning, so kicked him again.
I turned on my heel and left him crouched there.
I had never been vaguely a dominant type before, and certainly not aggressive, but there was something in George that I both hated and wanted to feed.
