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Chapter 5 - WHEN THE PARENTS ARE AWAY, THE CAT (PUSSY) WILL PLAY

The next morning, my parents woke up early for a Saturday. They were getting ready to drive up to Davis to visit my brother. The plan was to spend the night in his apartment. Although, I do love my brother, I never enjoyed the 2 hour drive to and from Davis, nor experiencing the favoritism that Chinese parents give to sons. But even worse, it was always too hot in Davis. So, I told them that I would prefer to stay home with Lucy, the dog.

Despite their encouragement, I stuck to my guns and they didn't try to push the matter. They drove away and said they would be home Sunday evening.

I went back to bed and got up around 8:30. I didn't sleep well that night. I was tossing and turning thinking about what happened the night before. I decided a shower was the best thing to help me wake up.

I got out of the shower and because I was home alone, I didn't even bother getting dressed. Our home was not air conditioned. And even though it really hadn't been that hot, the house never cooled down. Until I was really ready to start my day, I was in no hurry to get dressed.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and Lucy was yapping at me from the other side of the sliding glass door; she hadn't gotten her breakfast yet. I started to go upstairs to get a robe so I could feed her, but then I stopped myself. I thought about what Mae had said. Even if a neighbor saw me naked, they weren't going to say anything. And she was right, as I had experienced the night before I wanted to be seen.

I opened up the sliding door and stepped out into the air. It was already in the mid-sixties so the air was more than refreshing compared to the near 80 degrees inside the house.

Our entire neighborhood was made up of 2-story homes. From my parent's bedroom upstairs I could clearly see into the backyards of the five houses that were position on either side and behind our home. It was safe to say that they could see into our yard as well. Additionally, our landscape composed of only small bushes around the fences, none of which were taller than the fence itself. And, unlike Mae's horseshoe shaped patio area, the rear of our home was straight; the entire yard was fully exposed.

As for Lucy, she had a doghouse. The doghouse was smack-dab in the middle of the yard. Her water dish and food dish were next to her house.

For the first time in my life, I walked out into the yard without a stitch of clothing, not even footwear. I didn't quickly scamper to collect her dishes, I took my time. Lucy had seen me naked before, and she didn't seem to care one way or another. When I got to her dishes I knelt down and decided to give her a morning rub, which she enjoyed. I then picked up her bowls and looked up at the windows that were surrounding me. I had no lookers.

I went inside, cleaned her bowls and freshened them with water and food. I walked back out and put them where they usually rested. Lucy went straight to work on her breakfast. Again, I looked around and saw no one standing in any windows. But, I thought I noticed the curtains move in a window of one of the homes behind us. I looked up at the window I saw that the window was actually open, so it was probably just a breeze. As I stood there, I thought about it and realized, we didn't even know any of the neighbors that lived behind us. My parents, being the reclusive Chinese people that they are, barely knew the neighbors on either side of us.

I went back inside. I decided to go ahead and get dressed. But I would be dressing for Lucy's walk. With her breakfast in her belly I knew she would be ready to go around her usual weekend time of 10:00 AM.

I went upstairs and put on my typical walk-the-dog uniform: shorts, tank top and sneakers; no underwear and no socks. The tank that I wore was probably a little more see-through than what I should have worn without a bra, but it was one that I had worn many times before. My mom would typically complain about it when I would wear it outside, but she wasn't there to give me grief on that morning.

I made a cup of coffee and while I drank it, I contemplated the night before. I had kissed Mae. I had touched her and she had touched me. I smelled and tasted her. She smelled at tasted me. But then she said, that was all that she wanted. Did she mean that was all she wanted for that night? Did she mean that all she wanted was to see how it would be to kiss me and taste me? Did she mean that would be all that she ever wanted?

As for me, I wasn't even certain what I wanted. Part of me expected her to call, but she didn't and wouldn't call. My problem was my body was constantly in heat. As I drank my coffee I decided it would be best, just to let it go.

I finished my coffee and called Lucy into the house. She didn't seem to care that I had put on clothes, she was only interested in her walk. I put on her leash and collar and we started our walk.

It had actually been a couple weeks since I ran into Terry or Karen, so as Lucy and I approached their house I was happy to see Terry out front gaziantep bayan escort working. Lucy had gotten to know Terry too, and she also seemed happy to see him.

As we walked up, he had just finished mowing his lawn. Funny thing was, like me, he was wearing shorts and a tank top. I never recalled seeing him in a tank top before. Of course, his tank sat loose on his body, whereas mine was tight fitting. Until then, I was never really able to notice that he looked to be in pretty good shape.

As we walked up, Terry said, *quot;Good morning Vanessa, good morning Lucy.*quot;

*quot;Morning Terry.*quot;

We stopped to talk. Terry said, *quot;Out for the morning relief, huh?*quot;

*quot;Yeah, it would be easier if she would just learn to walk herself. Actually, she probably could do the walk herself. She's done it enough times. Doing the yard by yourself today?*quot;

*quot;Yeah, Karen had some clients that wanted appointments this morning, so she decided to put in a full day to make some extra money.*quot;

*quot;I can't blame her for that.*quot; Mae never really said if Karen did the same extra services as she provided. But, she never really said that Karen didn't either. I couldn't help but what wonder if Karen was having her brains fucked out at that very moment. *quot;I know I would probably do the same thing if I were in her shoes.*quot; And that was based upon what I suspected she was doing.

We continued talking about work and whatever else came up. I noticed him looking at my breasts. The first time was a glance. And the glances became slightly longer. His glances caused me to feel tingly. There was nothing I could do to prevent the feeling. It was his glances that was causing it. I felt it and tried to use my mind to prevent it, but I couldn't prevent it; I could feel my nipples hardening. As they hardened his glances intensified and so did my hard nipples. I wonder if that is what it is like when a guy can't control a hard on.

I finally decided to stop trying to ignore the elephant room and I looked down at my nipples and they were totally sticking out firmly against my top. Not only were they sticking out, but I could clearly see the color of my nipples through the top.

I looked up and Terry and said, *quot;Well, this is embarrassing.*quot;

*quot;Sorry, I was trying not to stare.*quot;

*quot;No, worries. You're my boss, but you're still a guy.*quot;

He said, *quot;Yeah, if I was a little weaker, I'd probably try to invite you inside.*quot;

I laughed and said, *quot;Good thing you're not weaker. I think I'd better get her to the field, before this gets any weirder.*quot;

He laughed and said, *quot;It's ok, sort of funny, right?*quot;

*quot;Yes, you're right. Well I better get going. If I don't see you, have a great weekend.*quot;

Lucy and I walked away and I thought to myself, 'Yeah, pretty awkward.'

Lucy did her business and we started our trek home. When we walked by Terry's home he was no longer outside and his car was gone.

We were back at the house a little after 11:00. Lucy and I walked out back. It had warmed up, but it was still hotter inside the house; too hot. I stood there and staring into space contemplating.

I went into the garage and pulled down one of our lounge chairs. I brought it out to the backyard and unfolded it in the middle of the yard.

I went inside collected my iPod, sunglasses and suntan lotion. I went back outside and laid a towel on the lounge chair. I peeled off my top and stepped out of my shorts. I was naked as the day I was born. I lathered myself with tanning lotion, put on my sunglasses and turned on my iPod. I lay down on the lounge chair and enjoyed the sun as it warmed my body.

The warmth of the sun caused me to doze off once or twice. And, as I dozed I had short dreams; probably more like daydreams. My dreams kept reliving the night before. The kiss. The touch. The taste. I woke from my semi-conscious dream, but I kept my eyes shut. I wet my lips. I put my hand on my tummy just the same as Mae had done to me and I had done to her. I wet my lips again as I recalled her kiss. I pushed my hand flat against my stomach and started rubbing my tummy lower and lower. It was not the first time I would masturbate, but it was the first time that I was thinking of a woman as I pleased myself, and most certainly the first time I would attempt an orgasm in my backyard.

I moved my hand closer and closer to my waiting flower petals. In my mind, I was touching Mae and she was touching me. I opened my legs and starting rubbing the lips of my pussy. My tongue was swiping my lips over and over. I slid a finger inside me and out loud I said, *quot;Oh Mae, you feel so good. You're so wet.*quot; And then I concentrated. I brought my fingers to my clit and went to work. No more talking no more thinking. It was just Mae driving me to an orgasm. It didn't take long. The orgasm hit and I immediately curled into a fetal position. Even though I was self-stimulating and could have stopped, I didn't. I continued to play with my clit and said, *quot;Mae, don't stop. Please don't stop.*quot; Finally I did stop and when I did, I dozed into another light sleep.

I have no idea how long I slept, it was likely only a few minutes. I woke up thirsty. I sat up on the lounge chair and stayed motionless for a moment. Lucy came over when she saw I was up. I wondered if she watched me pleasure myself or if she even cared. I gave her a pat on the head. I looked around.

He was there, in the window. Not the home directly behind us, but the home to the right. He was hard not to notice. He had binoculars! I looked straight at him. I made no attempt to cover and he made no attempt to hide being a peeping tom. We were both equally in the right and in the wrong. I stared at him and mouthed the word, *quot;Hi*quot; and gave him a simple wave.

I didn't know him. As I mentioned, I didn't know any of the neighbors behind us. I couldn't tell how old he was. At the moment his age didn't make a difference to me. I wondered how much he had seen. Had he just now seen me or did he watch me? I hoped he watched me. He was the audience I wanted. I stood up and turned the lounge chair so it was perpendicular to where he was. I lay back on the lounge with my feet towards him.

As I positioned myself I looked up at him again. I rolled my fingers into a loose fist and lowered my hand near my pussy and gave him the jack-off motion.

Then I lay down onto my back and spread my legs wide and started to rub my pussy. I wondered if his binoculars were good enough to see what I was doing. I pushed my fingers inside and then brought my legs together. I wanted to fuck. I was too fucking horny. I wanted a cock inside me. I wanted any cock inside me.

I stopped and suddenly sat up. I looked up at him and put up my index finger: the universal signal for 'one minute'.

He gave me a 'thumbs up' in return.

I ran inside the house and into the downstairs office. I pulled out a sheet of paper from the printer and scrambled to find a magic marker. I wrote two words on the sheet in large letters. I stared at the paper and thought, 'I really shouldn't do this'.

Then I thought about my conversation with Mae. She told me, 'You should enjoy every minute of sex you can have and with as many men as you can. Right now men will want us, but when we get older they won't want either one of us anymore. So, as long as we're desirable we should take advantage of it. I guarantee you, men will fuck as many women as they can, but since we hold the keys to the treasure chest, we're the ones who can say yes or no. So, say yes whenever you can.'

I needed to say 'Yes'.

I grabbed the sheet and returned to the backyard. He was still at the window. I started tremoring as I looked at the words. And then I turned the paper his direction and held the paper high. It read, 'FUCK ME?'

Holding the paper above my head I watched for his reaction. He lowered the binoculars and looked away and then back toward me. I then pointed at the paper and did a wave to invite him over.

He didn't give any response to my invitation. He walked away, disappearing from the window.

My heart was racing. I realized I may have gone a little too far. I decided just to get back to sunning myself. If he decided to watch me again, I would need to settle for his eyes on me.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. When it did I practically leaped from the lounge chair. I ran inside the house to the front door. I looked through the peep hole; there was a man. I couldn't tell for certain, but new it had to be him.

I opened the door enough for me to poke my head around the opening.

I said, *quot;Hello.*quot;

He said, *quot;Hello*quot; in return. And then neither of us said anything.

I looked at him up and down.

When I looked at the 'Up' I saw he was white, in his mid-forties and not all that attractive.

When I looked at the 'Down', I knew it was him. He was wearing shorts. The shorts were loose fitting. And, pushing straight out against his shorts was a more than obviously hard cock.

I opened the door slightly more and stepped into the open and just stood there.

I finally spoke and asked, *quot;Did you like watching me?*quot;

He said, *quot;Yes, you have a nice body.*quot;

I asked, *quot;Did you watch me have an orgasm?*quot;

He said, *quot;Yeah, you put on a good show. Did you know you were being watched?*quot;

Smiling I said, *quot;No, but I'm glad that I was.*quot;

I opened the door slightly more. He admired by body and I stared at the bulge in his shorts. I already imagined it inside me and wet my lips.

He asked, *quot;Are you over 18?*quot;

*quot;Yes, I'm 19.*quot;

I looked past him onto the sidewalk and up and down the street. There were no people and there were no cars. I stepped out and onto the porch and got close to him. I said, *quot;Touch me.*quot;

I closed my eyes and I brought my hand to his stomach just as I had done the night before with Mae. But, when I slid my hand down I felt a cock instead of a pussy.

He brought his hand down between my legs and he immediately hit pay dirt.

With introductions made, I said, *quot;Hurry, come inside and fuck me before I change my mind.*quot;

We stepped inside and never made it past the entry. I closed the door once we were inside.

Our front door was actually double doors with traditional doorknobs on each door. I turned and faced the door and with each hand gripped the knobs and bent over. I said, *quot;Fuck, I'm not sure if I should do this.*quot;

Sensing my expressed hesitation, he decided to convince me that it was the right decision in the most convincing way possible. He dropped his shorts lowered himself to my level and slid his cock inside me. At that moment I could be officially labeled as the ultimate slut.

He pushed his cock fully inside me and I let out a moan.

He asked, *quot;Are you sure now?*quot;

I responded, *quot;Oh god yes, I need this. Fuck me.*quot;

He put his hands firmly on my waist and I clamped the doorknobs firmly and rested my head against the door. He started thrusting his cock in and out of me. Every time he pushed all the way in, I would let out a moan.

He sped up his pace. I was so turned on. This guy, who I didn't even know, not even properly introduced, was fucking me like a rag doll.

As his thrusts became more intense my pussy became wetter. I wasn't near orgasm, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to fuck.

It is generally easy to tell when a man is ready to cum. He may change his pace slightly, he may shake a little, he may start to grunt or a multiple of other signs. I knew he was close.

As I sensed the emanate ejaculation he asked, *quot;Are you on the pill?*quot;

I quietly said, *quot;No.*quot;

He had to decide on which course of action to take. He made the right one. He chose to use me like a true slut and pushed all the way inside me and held himself firm. I felt the pulsing of his cock and the warmth it was giving me. With his cock emptying it's load he held himself deep inside me for about thirty seconds and then pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside my pussy.

I could feel his head throbbing inside me. He was still offloading his gift. And then the pulsing stopped. He pulled out his cock and when he did cum splattered onto the entry way floor. I didn't move. I was caught in the moment. My pussy was now pulsing letting him know it was still hungry.

Without turning around I said, *quot;I want you back inside me.*quot;

He didn't question what I was saying. His cock was softer, yet still firm enough to return to its temporary home. He pushed his way back inside me. I pushed back against him in appreciation. I said, *quot;Oh my god, you still feel so good.*quot;

He slowly started pumping me and as he did, for the first time, we started a conversation.

I said, *quot;I've never done anything like this before.*quot;

He said, *quot;Neither have I.*quot;

*quot;How old are you?*quot;

*quot;48.*quot;

*quot;You're the oldest man that has ever fucked me.*quot;

*quot;You're the youngest girl I've ever fucked.*quot;

*quot;I'm Vanessa.*quot;

*quot;I'm Pete.*quot;

*quot;Married?*quot;

*quot;Yes.*quot; I let out a moan when he said yes.

I said, *quot;I can't believe I did this.*quot;

*quot;Are you changing your mind?*quot;

I said, *quot;It's a little late to change my mind.*quot;

Now as he was slowly pumping me, I was pushing my ass back and forth opposing his rhythm. The pace started slow and it only took about five minutes and we were both pushing each other near full speed. But, most importantly, his cock was hard again. Not as hard as when we started, but hard enough to enjoy the fuck.

He said, *quot;You're a little slut, aren't you?*quot;

I was enjoying his cock and moaned in the affirmative.

He said he had a daughter the same age as me, and holy shit, I knew her in high school. More like I knew of her. I never realized she lived nearly behind us. And now, her dad was giving it to me.

There was no more talking, just fucking. An enjoyable 20 to 30 minutes of fucking. And then he enjoyed his second orgasm. I'm not certain how much he had to give but he did as he had done before: deep inside me and then just his head shallowly inside me. He throbbed inside me again and then he pulled back. Again cum splattered to the floor.

He said, *quot;I love to see a pussy dripping with cum,*quot; which explained his routine.

I remained poised and asked, *quot;Can you fuck me some more?*quot;

He said, *quot;I need to get going, wife will be home soon.*quot;

I let go of the doorknobs and stood up turning toward him. He pulled up his shorts that were wrapped around his ankles. I noticed he wore no underwear. He came prepared. His cock was glistening and milky slime was dripping from his cock like a spider web.

I said, *quot;You may want to wash that off when you get home, in case your wife wants some afternoon lovin'.*quot;

He said, *quot;I will. So do you think I just got you pregnant?*quot;

I said, *quot;No. Period is due tomorrow. You're safe this time*quot;

*quot;So, maybe a next time?*quot;

*quot;Yeah, there could be some next times. I don't have a boyfriend and I obviously have my needs.*quot;

He looked at my body up and down and said, *quot;You could fuck anyone you want with that body and face. I've never fucked an Asian before. You're like a little plaything and your pussy was the best I've ever fucked.*quot; Considering he was really not that attractive, barring paying for it, I had no doubt that I was the best looking woman he ever fucked.