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The following day I was drawn to the waterfall by an irresistible magnet. Predictably old George was lurking on the rocks near where I had bathed. Damn it, I was planning to have a good wash in the pool and had even brought my shower gel and a towel. As I approached the pool he saw me but although he moved slightly away from the waters edge he just circled around a few yards away watching me over his shoulder with his sly eyes.
I wasn’t going to let that idiot stop my plans, I thought to myself.
He watched me – lingering, then sitting down and watching! Loitering – like he was waiting for a performance to begin! Then it dawned on me – he was actually expecting me to do the same as yesterday while he stood a few yards away watching! The damn cheek! The little bastard sure knew how to annoy me!
Was he stupid, a bit simple – I think probably he was! He seemed to have no concept of how people behave. No fear of me being angry, no fear of rejection, no thought about how I might feel! I sat on the flat rock dangling my feet into the water and he watched me expectantly, like an animal. I felt he was impinging on my space but as I looked at him it was like I could feel his calloused hands roughly grabbing my breast. I certainly enjoyed his lust for me!
Yesterday I had wanted to see his face, the look in his eyes as I stripped, well this was my chance. I walked directly over to him. He half turned to move away as I approached but I asked in a rough way, “Are you waiting to watch me strip?” He looked back at me from the corners of his eyes – not actually at me, but at my body. “Well are you?” I persisted. He still never said a word, only averted his eyes a bit more, looking cautious and diffident.
“Well if you are you had better find a comfortable seat,” I blurted out in an irritable way.
I turned and walked back to the pool and placed my towel and gel on the flat rock.
George ambled over in a round about way and sat on a rock only about 6 feet from me. So close! Bloody hell he was close!
He watched me expectantly with furtive eyes flicking over my body and deep breathing to control his emotion.
Goodness he looked at me with such greed, such lust, utterly uninhibited!
It was a huge turn-on to see his greedy desire for me!
He blatantly adjusted his penis, fumbling in his trousers where his erection was uncomfortable – did the dirty halfwit have no social graces?
Why did I want to seduce him, why did he affect me in this way – he was a filthy, little weasel of a man. Damn it, I had never disliked anyone so much in my life – I would make the little bastard squirm. My anger and irritation was suddenly running high again.
I stood facing him with hot aggression burning in my eyes and undid the top button of my blouse then trailed my fingers down to the next. His scrutinised my every move at a sideways angle, it was as if he couldn’t quite face me to watch me properly. I undid the next button and as the blouse began to sag open I knew he could see my bra starting to show. Another button! I felt that I was clearly striping for him now, no hiding it or pretending – I was blatantly stripping to titillate and seduce him!
The last button popped open and a long strip of bare flesh gaped visible. His eyes were wide, his breathing hard, he shifted position to face me more. He had the look of a desperate wild animal in his eyes – oh how he wanted me, I could feel every drop of his lust!
Turning my back on him I allowed the blouse to slip onto the grass then slowly and seductively turned back to face him. Then one at a time I slid my bra straps off my shoulders and bent forward teasing him. He didn’t try to hide has fast breathing or conceal his arousal – he literal shook with passion.
“Skirt next?” I teased in a sarcastic way. I was as high as a kite!
My skirt slipped to the ground and my long legs were revealed to his eyes. His stare seem to penetrate right through me, certainly through my skimpy underwear. I already felt naked!
I moved into the shallow water and a little closer to him as I reached behind my back to undo my bra.
“You wanna see?” I asked in a challenging way. “Do you?” I shouted.
“DO YOU?”
He never replied – in fact his averted his eyes as if in guilt.
“Is this what you want?” I lowered my bra, revealing my breasts and nipples and bending forward, exaggerated my cleavage with my arms.
He looked back at my breasts, wide eyed and open mouthed. I had him in the palm of my hand!
Then I removed my panties and stood in front of him stark naked.
I lifted my arms above my head and twisted and turned my body as he sat there awestruck. I gyrated in front of him moving closer. Then he let out a deep guttural groan and his hand went to his trousers where a large damp patch had appeared. Desperately he fumbled at his trousers putting his hand inside to wank. Only a few feet away the filthy bastard wanked while looking at my naked body. Goodness, I was high as a kite. His face was tense and strained, his breathing heaving, his jaw tensed in a distorted fashion and his eyes near popping! I moved half a step closer and leaning forward used my hands to offer my breasts in his direction, squeezing and seducing them.
For a split second I thought he was having a heart attack and a touch of fear hit me!
Then with a great groan he obviously climaxed in his trousers. His body twisted and contorted for 3 massive jerks and then – nothing! He was sitting there as if nothing had happened, breathing deeply, great patches of wet over his trousers.
The sound of his climax, the depth and power of his groans, the tension and force as he filled his trousers was amazing – I instantly had a huge rush of adrenaline and a power of lust I had never felt before.
But now as I stood naked in front of him I felt filthy, like I had been soiled by his disgusting crude mind. He had used my body and smeared it with filth!
I needed a wash! Taking the shower gel I waded into the deeper pool and the clean, cool water swept over me. I dipped my head right under to clear my thoughts and to rid every part of me of his filth. I was so glad that I had brought the gel and in water, up to my waist, I washed my hair with a wonderful lather of foam. The foam flowed down over my body and I used it liberally. George watched with an animal like fascination. It kind-of irritated me that he was just sitting there watching me – getting free titillation without so much as a by-your-leave. On the other hand I didn’t feel in the least embarrassed or awkward, I guess it was a bit like have a young child or a pet dog watching me. So I chose to ignore him!
I waded out of the water and grabbed the towel to dry my hair. Every movement he followed, every curve, every twist, every soft line. I have never felt so scrutinised in my life but somehow I didn’t care. Hope he bloody enjoys it.
I walked in front of him to the big flat boulder and using my towel, dusted away any gravel bits. With my folded towel as a pillow I lay on my back on the rock. It was hot from the heat of the sun and I reached for my sunglasses. They were just out of reach but just as I was about to get up again to get them, George moved them closer. I murmured a vague thanks and put them on – it was the first time he had made any type of normal human contact with me.
The sun was just right, warming but not uncomfortable, so I lay there stark naked a few feet away from this weird pervert. I felt like a sexy sacrifice lying naked on an alter rock. Pale skin on a dark rock, soft flesh on a hard boulder. Goodness I did feel sexy – I felt free in my nudity, and I actually felt totally relaxed with being completely exposed a few feet away from a lascivious, dirty old man. I rather liked it! I had no fear of him – he was a filthy little wimp.
I closed my eyes in the suns glare.
Then I felt him touch me. Very gently on my arm. I didn’t move, not even to open my eyes. I didn’t care – I was so relaxed.
He held my arm softly; his hands were rough but his touch was as gentle as silk. I felt him squeezing my arm softly, working his way up to my upper arm. Lightly fondling my upper arm, feeling the softness and smoothness of my skin. It was a delicious feeling and I wasn’t going to stop him. I have no idea how long he played with my arm, I may have even dozed, but every touch felt as if it was done with care, even affection.
I allowed my head to flop to one side so I could watch him. I half expected to see a handsome prince but nothing had changed, he looked as disgusting as ever but the look in his eyes had changed.
I began to believe he might care for me!
Then I watched him gently lift my hand to his face and softly hold my hand to his cheek. He rubbed his face against it, his nose, his eyes, he opened my palm and placed it on his cheek holding it there against his face. He tenderly kissed each finger in turn, slowly and gently. His eyes were watery with emotion – like he loved me!
It hit me like a ton of bricks – he loved me! Oh goodness, what had I done. He may be dirty, unappealing, an unfortunate wretch, but he still had a heart and he was giving his love to me in the best way he knew how.
I gently stroked his cheek with my thumb as he held my hand to his face and I swear a tear rolled down his cheek to wet my thumb. He kissed the palm of my hand three, four, five times and then folded my hand as if to hold the kisses. He then guided my hand to my own cheek and he opened my hand to put the kisses on my cheek. Oh goodness, I was in awe of his freedom of emotion, that was so beautiful. Not worthy to kiss my cheek, he had placed his kisses there as best he could.
I lay on the flat rock, utterly naked and in awe of his gentleness and love. I wanted to say sorry, to give back to him in return. I took his hand and placed it on my bare breast. His hand looked old, calloused and dirty, filthy finger nails contrasting with my pale skin. He didn’t grope or fondle, he stroked my breast like a mother might stroke her child’s face.
I was trembling inside.
Oh wow, this was beautiful. He loved my breasts for ages, gently stroking, pressing softly into them, moving their weight. They were alive to his touch, tingling with sensation. He looked so intensely at the breasts and nipples, I felt so vulnerable and exposed beneath his scrutiny. I could sense every ounce of his love through his touch and gaze. I was utterly lost in a whirl of sensation and emotion.
Then he touched my nipples!
Involuntarily my mouth opened and I let out a long, breathy whimpering gasp. The tingling sensation shot though my whole body – my head went back, mouth open and body arched. He hesitated, but only for a couple of seconds before continuing to stroke and seduce my nipples. I cannot begin to explain the effect it had on me – whilst I loved it, at the same time I almost couldn’t bear it, the sensation was so strong!
I breathed deep, my body heaving with pleasure. I had an uncontrollable urge and I instinctively bent a knee to open my legs – and I raised my arms over my head to stretch my body before him and tighten my breasts. As he seduced me, my body writhed on the rock as I tried to stay in control of the sensation – moaning and whimpering in pleasure. It was amazing! I couldn’t hide it from him and I didn’t want to.
Slowly I was able to settle into the massaging fingers and he also began to ease off the intense nipple teasing. Now more deep fondling but always caring and gentle. I didn’t feel he was ‘taking’ from me but more ‘giving’ to me. His face was full of concentration, intense but kind-off affectionate. He never looked into my face, never smiled and showed little outward emotion – but somehow I felt a strong love. As he fondled me, I reached my hand up to cup his face in the way that he enjoyed before and, closing his eyes as if in heaven, he nestled his face into my palm.
I stroked his cheek again with my thumb and after a moment or two, allowed my thumb to touch his lips. The tickle on his lips made his tongue lick and my thumb was still there. Little by little he licked my thumb, little by little I allowed my thumb to enter his mouth and felt his cracked lips softly sucking. His hands had slowed on my breasts and one now rested firmly on my tummy, it felt warm and heavy.
Keeping my thumb in his mouth I turned my hand under his chin, he was rough and unshaven but I slowly drew his head down. Down towards my breast. He realised what was happening and seemed to tense. His eyes were only a foot from my nipple and as he stared transfixed, his thumb sucking intensified.
I was trembling inside now – I desperately wanted him to suckle me. I wanted to give him something in return. With my other hand I lifted my breasts towards him, “do you want to suck me George?” I whispered softly. He breathed deeply and I could see his emotions welling up in his eyes. I took my thumb out of his mouth and whispered kindly, “come on – let me give you some love.”
As his mouth drew my nipple in, it was heaven! At last I felt he was ‘taking’ from me and I was able to give. I breathed deeply, whispering words in my breath, “Oh,Thats right ………. suckle all the love you need ………….. enjoy the taste of me …………… enjoy me giving to you …………… is that nice ………….. do you feel loved?” My fingers were stroking his hair and the back of his neck, I just wished he had been a bit cleaner. His hand caressed and stroked my soft tummy. His mouth was warm, and his tongue slippery and sensual. I tried to watch him sucking, his eyes closed, as peaceful as I had seen him – I am sure to him it was like a bit of heaven. But other times the sensation built and I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I breathed deeply, biting my lip to control myself. As unappealing, ugly and dirty as he was I wanted to give him all that he needed. In fact it wasn’t just for him either, I wanted him to take me, to use me, to
enjoy me; to fuck me.
I felt a real animal desire!
For ages he suckled me – something that I adore! The ebb and flow of giving and receiving, the relaxed lazy sensation building to a near impossible feeling to control and then back again. I loved the way he took pleasure in my body, like it was a treasure – nuzzling his face into me, brushing his eyes over my nipples, laying his cheek on my breast. I watched his wizened and dirty face as his cracked lips sucked my nipple in and out. I freely showed my feelings with little whimpers and appreciative murmurs.
Then after an age he just lay his head on my tummy.
As his head lay on my tummy so his hand slid onto my hip. Oh goodness, I knew what was coming next! I trembled in anticipation.
