The sun was bright and caused me to squint as I looked past Johnny’s head. I could see the sweat beaded across his shoulder. He pulled back, and we looked into each other’s eyes. He knew he was pleasuring me greatly...

My pelvis was tilted forward because we were on the beach. The mound of sand under my lower body was unyielding and caused our angle to be different than ever before. The angle caused him to have pressure against my g-spot. This was a totally new sensation for me and was absolutely heaven. I could feel the sun warmly shining on my thighs. They were spread wide on the blanket we had laid upon the sand. Johnny had pushed my bikini top up over my firm breasts. My nipples are almost always erect, and they brushed roughly against John’s chest as he pressed close to me after every thrust.

“Ooohhhhhhhh...” Johnny had again slowly thrust the head of his cock against my g-spot, and the spasm shuttered through my body. My bikini bottom was still gripped in my left hand from when I had desperately pulled it free. I had both my hands on Johnny’s cheeks, guiding his speed as he slowly thrust in and out - stopping him each time another orgasm poured warm surges through my legs ... Johnny was wonderful at following my lead ... He was very sensitive to my desires and aware of all of my urgings. “Ooohhhhhhh...” Again I guided him as he worked inside me...

I had been lying in bed thinking about my trip to Kauai. Johnny and I had spent two weeks exploring the island, spending most of our time on the huge beach on the northwest coast. The beach is 17 miles long and hundreds of feet wide. Some days we never saw anyone else - had the place entirely to ourselves. We took every opportunity to explore the island ... and each other. This was the summer after my senior year in high school. I was 17, a fully developed curvy thing of 5’4”, 35/22/33. My mother had smartly put me on the pill (of course to control my cycle! >giggle<) and my normal C cup was straining to accommodate me. I filled out a bikini very well in those days (still do as a matter of fact... ).

My grandfather had given the trip to me as a graduation present. It was a wonderful trip that I will never forget. I was a young girl in fairy tale land...

As I was lying there in the dark, my hand down in my panties helping with my memories, I saw a light come on in the house next door. That was curious since I thought the house was empty.

I moved over and looked down into the lighted window through restless branches in the trees. My parents’ house was perched on a hill. The neighbor’s house was also on the hill, but set lower down. I could see a woman’s figure near the window. I quickly knelt back away from my window for fear that she would see me peering down at her.

As I edged back up to the window, I saw a beautiful woman standing in the room wearing a stark, gray business suit. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, jet-black hair and about my height. There were several packing boxes on the floor, most of which were still taped shut. She took off her jacket and laid it on the bed. She had on a pink silk blouse, which was semi-transparent. Her breasts were large and I could just make out the outline of her nipples beneath the material of the blouse. She removed the blouse. She wore a pink camisole with thin little straps and no bra.

I gasped as she reached and pulled the camisole over her head. Her breasts stood high and firm with almost no sag. They were very round and full, not pointed at all, and the nipples were quite large and a very dark ruby color. She stood looking at herself in the tall, full-length mirror. Very slowly, she moved her hands to the underside of her breasts, closed her eyes, and began to massage and gently pull at them. Every once in a while, her hands would move to her nipples, and she would roll them gently between her fingers. I was getting excited at the sight of this woman caressing herself. I was already wet from playing with myself while thinking about Johnny’s attributes. Thoughts of my old girlfriend, Mandy, quickly flashed before me. I had not thought about another female in quite some time, but this lady in the window was really arousing me. She was stunning.

As she continued to fondle herself, I slipped my hand into my panties again and slowly rotated my middle finger around and around my clitoris, sort of following the motion of her hands. I was having a hard time balancing myself as I knelt on the bed and stretched to see her. I got off the bed and went to my door and quietly locked it. I pulled off my robe and slid my panties off and left them lying on the floor. (Voyeurism is such a turn-on.) Then I moved back to the window and saw that she was unbuttoning her skirt. She let it fall to the floor and reached over to pick it up. She had on white, shimmering brief-type panties, a garter belt, and natural-colored stockings.

She moved out of my sight for a moment as she hung up the suit. She came back to the window, crossed over, and turned on a small, dim bedside lamp, switching off the overhead light. It was very hard to see into the room now between the dimmed light and the ever-swaying branches, but I kept at it.

She pulled the covers down from the bed. I could see her outline in contrast to the white sheets as the light reflected off her body. She lay back on the bed for a while. I saw her legs spread slightly. (It was very hard to see.) Every once in a while, I would see one leg move from side to side or bend up. I could only imagine what she was doing - probably the same thing I was doing. I gave up trying to see down into the room. I lay back down on my bed and continued to roll my clitoris back and forth, round and round. I pulled a pillow between my legs, pressed it to my chest, and soon climaxed. “Ooohhh...”

I fell asleep, visions of Johnny and this new curiosity next door, her, then him, then her, mixing and ebbing...

I asked my mother the next morning about the new neighbor. She said that a couple had moved in a few days before. They were just renting and expected to stay about a year. He, Jim, was with the government and on assignment to the Far East. He would travel back and forth, normally two weeks at a time. She, Shelly, was an attorney, specializing in contract law with big corporations. She was in the process of interviewing. They had no children. My mother said they were invited to dinner tomorrow evening and that I should plan on being there. I looked forward to the meeting.

They showed up early, and I was not ready, so I wound up making a “grand entrance” - something I hate to do. I am pretty shy.

Jim was average in height, trim, and had great eyes. He was dressed comfortably in slacks, a golf shirt, and a cashmere sweater. His greeting was very warm. I could tell he was a nice guy. Shelly had a wonderful smile and great eyes also - very alert and penetrating. She looked very deeply into my eyes as we were introduced. She seemed bright but mischievous! Seeing her up close like that did nothing to diminish my first impression that she was stunning ... but she also seemed genuine. She was wearing a silk pantsuit with no sign of underwear.

After seeing her the other night, I was certain that there was no need for her to support anything! I looked over at my father. He was staring. I looked at my mother. She was staring! Ha! I’m sure my brother would have been drooling had he been there (he was away at graduate school taking one last summer class).

Throughout dinner, we exchanged all of the family tales. They were most recently from the New England area and were glad not to have to spend another winter there.

At one point, my mother commented on the silk pantsuit that Shelly was wearing. Shelly said that she had made it herself, that it was a hobby of hers, and that she had a whole closet full of things she had done, or, at least she would have as soon as she could finish unpacking! I told her that I would love to see what she had made.

She seemed to light up and said she would love to show them to me. She said that Jim was leaving for a short trip tomorrow and that she would love to have company as she finished unpacking. Her eyes sparkled and captivated me. We seemed to “click,” and it seemed as though I had found a new friend. She was older, of course, but so vibrant and exciting...

We finished dinner, and Jim complained about having to get up early for his flight the next morning. They politely begged off dessert and left shortly afterward. I was also tired - still recovering from my Hawaii trip. I kissed Mom and Dad goodnight and headed to bed. I pulled off my clothes, grabbed a nightie, and jumped into bed. Just as I leaned over to turn out the light, I saw the light go on in Jim and Shelly’s bedroom. I quickly turned off my light...

Shelly was staring at Jim — a huge smile on her face as she slowly unbuttoned her top. As I suspected, she was braless ... her nipples stood out hard against the milky white of her beautiful, firm breasts. She reached behind her and worked at the back of her pants. Soon they fell to the floor. I was wrong there though. She had on a pair of silk dainty boxer shorts from material that looked like the same as the suit. The sight of her was getting me hot and I slipped my hand down and started to rub my clit, going a little further down to steal some of my quickening wetness for lubrication. I have always gotten ready very quickly and I flow heavily ... sometimes causing sort of a problem with some of the smaller guys I have been with. This night was no exception - I was very wet, very quickly...

Jim came closer to her as she stood there in her sorties. She was cupping her breasts and slowly kneading them together and then apart, together, apart ... her eyes glowing at him all the while. He had taken his sweater and shirt off and was undoing his trousers.

He was sideways to me and it was obvious the effect she was having on him. I thought he said he was tired! I quickened my pace as he slid his pants down - it was he who did not have on underwear! His cock was very hard, standing straight up against his very bushy pubic hair. He was not exceedingly long, but was thicker, broader than any of the guys I had been with (which at that time was just a couple).

He stepped out of his pants and moved closer to her. She let her hands fall from her breasts to the sides of the shorties and slowly, and I mean slowly, inched them down over her hips. Oh - she was magnificent. I came for the first time as I saw the shorties drop from her hips and watched as she moved her hands quickly to her crotch and used the middle finger of each hand to press both of her pussy lips together. She spread her legs slightly and continued to press, then release her lips, press and release. I mimicked her action and my knees buckled as another orgasm flooded through my loins. “Ohhhhh...” my head started to swim and I settled back against the bed, kind of half sitting there as I continued to massage my clit, over and over and over again.

I slipped one hand down further and a finger found a very warm, wet place to work. I pushed my finger in deep and found my g-spot, the place that Johnny had discovered for me just a few days before. I almost passed out as my finger found its mark - I was already very sensitive there and did not have to go through the “learning” that some of my girlfriends have told me about. I came once again and lay back on the bed and just held my hands still, pressing into myself. All my nerves were raw. I could not move. I just lay there panting and pressing my hands against my pussy as I continued to come. The last thing I remember thinking about was the wet spot on the bed where my buttocks rested against the edge of the bed. Exhausted, I rolled onto the bed and quickly fell asleep with visions of Shelly and John dancing in my head.

I awoke sometime later and looked out the window. The night was clear and the stars were very bright since there was no moon. Their bedroom light was out and I couldn’t see anything as I stared down into the window. As I turned to go to the bathroom I thought I saw someone move in the window. I stopped and stared, but saw nothing.

I was a little upset that I missed most of Jim and Shelly’s escapade the night before, but realized that I must have been very tired from the trip back from Hawaii. I spent most of the next day shopping with my girlfriend, Kathy. We found a really cute dress that looked great on me but was just a little too big in the waist. It is hard for me to find things off-the-shelf that fit well, particularly then. I thought of Shelly. Maybe she could bring it in for me.

I took the dress with me when I went over to Shelly’s that evening. I had taken quite a while to get ready — I wanted to look especially nice. Though I had kept my eye on other girls since my experiences with Mandy several months ago, I think that I had convinced myself that they were just curiosities that all girls go through. I do not believe I thought of myself as bisexual back then. I certainly did not think about it in reference to an “older woman”. I just wanted to look nice because she was so beautiful.

I knocked on the door. No answer. Uh oh, did she forget? I had not seen her car when I got back from shopping. She had a 928S that was in the driveway when I left to go shopping that morning. I was very disappointed ... I was so looking forward to spending the evening with her. Every time I thought of her I saw those big, bright eyes. I rang the bell. No answer. I was turning to leave when the door opened. She stood there in a huge bath towel that she had pulled around her front.

“Hi Sally! I was in the shower,” she said with her eyes bright and full of life. “I was unpacking and just lost track of the time. Come on in and grab a couple of glasses and some wine.” Everything she said seemed punctuated with vibrancy I had never known. I closed the door behind me. “It’s in the dining room ... what’s that?” she motioned to the dress I was holding.