Lucky Opportunity to Peep SeXStoRY

Beverly and I grew up together on the same street in the 1960s and 70s. Neither one of us had siblings. We had known each other since we were small c***dren. We played with the other k**s in our lower middle class suburb. The summers were always the best because we were out of school, it stayed light so late, and we could stay out after dark. Beverly was about 18 months younger than I, but it was obvious when we hit puberty that she was "growing up" a lot faster than I was. By the time we had reached our mid-teen years, Beverly and I had formed a closer friendship with each other than with the other k**s in the neighborhood. Her body was developing so rapidly. Her face had lost the awkwardness of puberty and was soft and round. She had shoulder-length blond hair that she cooked with a hair dryer and curling iron until it looked like the typical style of the 1970s -- very wavy. Her skin was pale but not anemic, but in the summer she did develop a modest tan. All the k**s in the area would occasionally meet at someone's house in our bathing suits, play in a lawn sprinkler, and then bake in the sun for an hour or so. When she reached about 14 years of age, Beverly was looking incredibly hot in her bikini. She had very faint freckles on her shoulders and across her chest. Her tits were full and firm. Her stomach was slightly pooched, and her hips were a little wide, but they caught my attention all the time. Her thighs were a little thick, but not to the extent that they rubbed together. Her absolute best feature was her delicious ass. I heard her refer to it as her "fat ass" several times, but to me it was perfect. It protruded just enough to create a nicely curved, bisected mound that jiggled slightly when she walked. She also had two small dimples just above her bathing suit bottom on her lower back -- beautiful. I tried so hard on so many occasions to get a peek down her bikini top to see her nipples, but her tits were large enough to easily fill the top, leaving no chance for a gap. On a few occasions, we were sitting in lounge chairs across from each other with our bathing suits on, and she had a habit of lifting her legs up and holding her knees together, especially if we were wet and she was getting cool. Once again, I tried to position myself so I could maybe, just maybe, get a glimpse of her pussy hair (this was the 70s) creeping out from the sides, but I was never that lucky. What I could see was the plump lips of her pussy pressing against the fabric of her bikini. Just a glance at that little jewel made me shift in my chair every time! The year I turned 16 we had a particularly hot summer. Most of us did not have air-conditioning, so we kept our windows open at night to get some relief from the heat. It was a Tuesday night, and we had been outside with several of the neighborhood k**s for most of the afternoon and into the evening. We were all gathered in Beverly's front yard, and her mom had made sandwiches for us to eat. We sat out on the curb in front of her house until, one by one, all the other k**s went home and left Beverly and me alone. I knew Beverly had never been on a date because she always talked about how unfair her parents were -- making her wait until she was 15 until she could go out with a guy. For some reason, we started talking about who we would like to go out with, who was really hot, and who was ugly as hell. Typical teenage jabber. She had never shown any interest in me that way, and I was always too self-conscious to make a move for fear of rejection. In actuality, that summer I had started to get really horny for Beverly, but I knew I was too much of a chicken-shit to do anything about it. It was about 10 o'clock when Beverly said she needed to head inside. So I said goodnight, she went inside, and I started slowly walking up the street to my house. For some reason, and I had never done this before, I looked back over my shoulder. I saw a light come on in the window near the back of Beverly's house, and I knew it was the window to her room because I had been in her house a few times to take a piss when we were there. I could see that the window was raised, and the blinds of the window were raised an inch or two above the bottom window seal. I could see her moving through the room, but I couldn't make out anything else. Suddenly, my heart started pounding, my skin was tingling, and my cock started bumping against my briefs. As risky as I knew it was, I was compelled to sneak across the yard, duck in the shrubbery next to her house, and get close enough to peep in the window. First I had to find a break in the shrubs and had to move behind them very slowly to keep from making any noise. My first stroke of luck was the fact that one of the pedestals around the vents leading under the house was directly beneath Beverly's window. The other lucky break was that the windows were low enough that when I stood on the pedestal, I could see directly into her room through the two-inch space at the bottom of the blinds. It was very dark outside, so I knew if I stayed back far enough from the window, I could still see inside but Beverly would never know I was there. It took me a couple of minutes to position myself at the window, and when I looked inside, the room was empty. My heart sunk. I was so bummed thinking I had missed my opportunity. Then I noticed that the window to my right, at a higher level, was lit. It was the bathroom window. She was probably using the bathroom before going to bed. I patiently waited for what seemed like 30 minutes but was probably only 5 until the bathroom light went off, and within seconds, Beverly came through her bedroom door. I was almost shaking to discover that she was wearing only a white bra and pink panties. She closed and locked the door behind her and walked over to her mirrored dresser. She picked up a brush and pulled it through her hair a few times. She leaned over to look at her face closely in the mirror, especially her eyes. My cock was throbbing, even though I wasn't seeing any more of her body than I did when she was wearing her bikini. It was the act of peeping at her, unaware of my presence, that was such a rush. Then it happened. She reached up, pulled the straps of her bra down her arms, then pulled the bra down to her stomach and twisted it around to unclasp it. Her back was to me, but I could see her magnificent tits in the dresser mirror. I thought my heart was going to bounce out of my chest. She tossed the bra on a nearby chair, lifted her hands up to her tits and cupped them gently from beneath. Then she twisted her torso from side to side, examining those perfect tits, which were very pale compared to her tanned skin. Her nipples were brown but not very dark. They were about an inch or so across. She turned around and faced the window, but looked back over her shoulder at her ass, standing on her tip toes to get a better look. Her tits were in full view, and even poking out as she arched her back to look at her ass in those pink panties. Then, in one fluid motion, she slipped her fingers along the top of those panties and pushed them down the length of her legs until they fell free. She flicked them with one of her feet, and they landed on the chair with the discarded bra. Her tan lines were not stark, but they were distinct enough to let you know you were getting to see something no other guy had seen . . . yet. She reached down to run her fingernails through her light brown pubic hair, which was a nicely confined patch nestled in the V of her crotch. She reached a little further and briefly rubbed her pussy, as if to scratch it. Then she turned around to face the dresser again and reached for her pocket book. Her perfect ass was even more incredible than I had ever imagined. As if to send me over the edge, she fumbled through her purse with her right hand, and with the other she reached around to pull up one of her ass cheeks. She scratched the cheek itself mindlessly as she rummaged through her purse. Then she pulled out what looked like a travel toothbrush holder, but I soon realized it was a tampon holder for her purse. In my wildest dreams, I could not have predicted what happened next. She reached across the dresser, pressed the top of a pump of hand lotion, and filled her left palm with lotion. She rubbed the lotion over the top half of the tampon holder until it was fully coated, then she took the remaining lotion in her hand, spread her legs and slightly squatted, and rubbed the rest of the lotion on her pussy. She carefully took the tampon holder in her right hand, bent over the dresser, spread her legs and squatted again, and then slid the tip of the holder in her pussy. She rubbed the remaining lotion in her left hand on the cheeks of her ass as she began pushing the holder deeper into her pussy. As she pushed it in further, she spread her legs wider and pushed her ass out further until her dark brown asshole was completely visible. I could barely see the little creases in her asshole moving in and out as the holder slid deeper in her pussy with each stroke. She reached her left hand up and began cupping her dangling tits, one at a time at first, and then frantically trying to grab them and squeeze them together. I could hear her moans as she began to tweak her nipples, and I watched them transform from puffy little mounds to hard, deep brown buds. She began to rock her hips in motion as she fucked herself with the holder faster and faster. Without realizing I had started, I was stroking my crotch as I watched the cheeks of her ass bounce up and down to the rhythm of her pleasure, building rapidly. As she removed her left hand from her tits and slid it down to fondle her clit, I found myself reaching inside my shorts to caress my throbbing cock. My breathing was so hard and loud, I was scared that she would hear me. She kept fucking her pussy, occasionally lifting one leg up on the dresser. For a few minutes, she pulled the holder out while her leg was raised and reached around from behind to fuck herself that way. That apparently set in motion her approaching orgasm. She leaned forward across the dresser until her tits and face were on its surface. Then she spread her legs as far as she could and started rubbing her clit very fast. Her strokes with the holder became more shallow, until only the tip of it was going in and out of her pussy. I heard her make a small whimpering noise as she climaxed, and I shot a huge load in my pants at almost the same time. When she pulled the holder slightly away from her pussy, I could see a clear strand of her sweet juice stretching from her lips to the holder tip, then she dropped it on the floor. Beverly turned to face her bed on the wall to the right of the dresser. The foot of the bed was close to the window. She lowered her body to the mattress, curled up away from me, and I could clearly see the curve of her perfect ass and the beautiful dimples just above. For a few minutes she lay there, while I gazed at her very wet asshole and her swollen pussy lips. She then reached across the bed, pulled out several tissues from the box on the night stand, and wiped herself from the front and behind. She made one long "Mmmmmmm" sound. Then she quickly got up, walked over to the dresser, pulled out a long night shirt, and slipped it over her head and down her perfect body. She reached down, picked up the tampon holder, and threw it carelessly into one of the dresser drawers. She walked to the door and flipped the light switch, and the room went dark. I had to move extremely carefully and slowly to keep from making any noise as I made my exit out of the shrubbery. And then I walked up the street, bow legged with sticky pants, but the happiest guy in the neighborhood. I knew I would never be able to tell any of my buddies what I saw, but I had a memory that would continue to make me horny for many years to come.