Neighborhood Pervert--Amy (Page 4)

by Leslie Schmidt

She came into my living room, chatting about how her mother had made her clean the house that day and how 'fucking boring' the summer was. I offered her a coke and some chips.

"Do you want to see the suit I bought you?" I asked.

"Yeah!"

It was on a side table, so I just picked the bag up and handed it to her. She pulled it out and laid it across her knees. Then she looked up at me with a smile.

"I don't know-not much to it."

"Try it on. You can change right here."

She looked at me. "You'll do anything to see me naked."

I didn't say anything.

"Anyway, I don't have much time. I came over to look at the pictures you took."

"Oh, OK," I said. "They're on my computer." I got up and went down the hall, she didn't follow-maybe she wasn't quite ready to go into my bedroom. I grabbed my laptop and brought it out.

We sat on the couch together, the bathing suit was next to her, and I put the computer on the coffee table. It took only a couple of seconds for it to come out of hibernation, but then I had to move it onto my lap while I opened the encrypted folder where I'd stashed her stuff.

"Do you want to see the movie or the pictures?"

"I think the pictures," she said as she slid down onto the floor after I put the laptop back on the table.

I opened the folder and then brought the first one, her sitting at the desk still dressed, seeing her from the chest up. She sat in silence and paged through them. Her face was expressionless. She paused at a couple of the really revealing ones, even leaned forward and looked really closely at the one where she was spreading her pussy lips and you could see into her vagina and her hymen. Then she went on. She flipped quickly through the ones of her masturbating, only stopping to look at the pictures when she was cumming. Then she finished.

"You want to see the movie?" I asked.

"No," she said in an off-hand voice. "I better be heading home."

"What about the suit?" I asked.

"Maybe tomorrow."

I didn't hear for her at all until 8:30 Friday night.

Went to a movie with mom. She has to work tomorrow. Can we go to the lake?

Sure!

Talk in the AM.-Bye.

At nine o'clock there was a knock on my door. I wasn't dressed, so I pulled on a pair of gym shorts while I looked out the window and saw Amy. I went to the door shirtless.

"Ready to go?" she asked as she came through the door.

"Well," I was a little taken aback, "not yet...have you had any breakfast?" The second cup of coffee was still calling me from the pot.

"No."

I made us a breakfast of eggs and fried up some left over ham slices that had been in my freezer since Easter. I was kind of surprised when she followed me into the bedroom and then sat at my desk while I shaved. I came out and she was poking around my computer.

"Ya know, that really is private," I said, a little irritated.

"I want to see the movie," she responded.

I pushed her off the chair with my hip and sat down. She quickly turned around and sat on my lap. She watched in interest as I opened an encrypted folder, then double- clicked on the edited version of the film.

After the first couple of minutes, I worked my way out from under her, it wouldn't do to have her on my lap with a hard-on quite yet, and went to do the dishes while she watched the movie. I was just finishing up when she came out.

"What ya think?" I asked.

"How did you zoom in and move around like that?" she asked.

"I did that with software, that was the edited version you were seeing."

"Oh." She paused. "I guess it was OK. I really don't remember all those things."

"I think it's awesome.'

"How many times have you watched it?"

"Oh, just a few," I answered.

"Do you jerk off?"

I looked at her and smiled. "A couple of times."

She rolled her eyes. "When are we going?"

"Right away," I said. "But we need to change into our suits.

"OK," Amy replied and went into the living room. When I came in I caught my breath-she was just pulling her shirt off.

"Don't get any ideas," she said when she threw it on the couch. Then she pushed her jeans and panties down and slipped them off her feet. She stood up, shaking out the bottoms, getting the strings untangled.

She was even more gorgeous in person. She is so long and thin, her legs just keep going and going, light frame, hips that flare nicely because her waist is so narrow.

"You need to change too," she said.

"My suits in the laundry," I stammered.

"I'll wait."

I went down the hall in a fog and opened the closet doors that hide the washer and dryer. The gym shorts I use as a suit was on the dryer-then I realized that I really wouldn't get naked for her if I just pulled them on over my briefs-my usual practice. In a pile of clean laundry in a basket was a pair of blue briefs, a similar color to the shorts. I grabbed them, then went back.

Amy had pulled the bottoms on and was just slipping the top around her waist to hitch the clasp when I came back. She watched me as I pulled my shirt off, then stopped tying the string behind her neck when I pushed my shorts and underwear down. Her eyes got a little larger when she saw me.

"Ever seen a guy naked, in person?"

"I remember my dad when I was little," she said.

I pulled the underwear up, then stepped into my shorts. "I'll show you a lot more later."

"Maybe..."

On the drive I suggested we go to a different place. It's on the river, below the dam. The area isn't as developed. It's one of the 'exclusive' neighborhoods, with big houses on the hills overlooking the river. The land next to the river is officially park land, so the people living there can't stop others from going. Usually there are a few people fishing but the river is really too fast for swimming. The pastime of tubing is catching on.

I parked at the end of a dead-end street and we made out way down the steep gully through the trees and undergrowth. A unimproved path ran along the river, up and around rocks and trees. We moved up stream a couple of hundred feet before finding a rock to sit on. I spread out our towels and sat down.

Across from us there was a fellow fly fishing. He was in to his hips, wearing bib waders, working his way slowly up stream, placing the fly in little nooks and under trees where a trout might be resting.

"What's he doing?" Amy asked.

"It's called fly fishing. He has a lour that looks like some sort of flying insect on the end of the line. It floats and he waves it back and forth like that to try to land it in the exact spot that a fish will think a meal has just arrived. It's a real art-placing the fly- and also making them. A lot of guys make their own as a hobby.

"I want to go in," she said.

"OK, but don't jump off the rock, the water's probably only a foot deep or so."

She climbed off and walked around the rock, then stepped into the water.

"It's cold!" she said.

"The dam pulls the water from near the bottom of the lake, so the water here is cold. It gets really cold near the dam."

I watched as she went in deeper, until the water was up above her knees.

"Go in, dive in! I called.

She turned around and smiled up at me, then spread her arms and fell backwards into the water.

She came up with her mouth open. "Shit! It's fucking freezing!"

"You'll get used to it," I called. Sure enough, her bathing suit was sticking to her, the pink of her skin was showing through and you could plainly see her charms through the thin fabric.

"You come in!" She tried to splash me but the drops fell at least ten feet short.

"OK."

I climbed down from the rock and then walked quickly into the water. It was cool, but not too bad. I strode by Amy into water that was up to my waist, then dove forward and under. I took three or four strokes before I came up. When I found my feet the water was up to my chest-as deep as the river normally gets. I couldn't hold on in the current and bounced along the soft bottom down stream. I started to swim against the current but was still moving down stream, so I went to the side and walked back in knee deep water.

Amy was awesome looking, almost naked standing there. We played around some in the water, trying to swim, splashing, and tussling some. At one point, when I was holding her, I quickly kissed her. She stopped and got a really serious look on her face. Then we kissed again...and again.

"You've been playing some spin the bottle," I said when we came up for air.

She pulled back, looking at me. She had her legs wrapped around my waist and we were standing in chest deep water.

"Maybe," she said coyly.

Then she pushed away and I had to chase her again. This time I grabbed her around the waist but I made sure that one of my hands cupped her crotch.

Standing in waist deep water I turned her over, she was floating on her back and looking up at me. I didn't hide that I was checking her out.

"I like the suit," I said.

"You'd like it better if I wasn't in it."

"You bet."

She looked around, then pulled her bottoms down, flashing me. "How's that?"

"Wonderful."

She rolled away from me and, getting her feet on the bottom, walked back toward the rock.

"I want a snack," she said over her shoulder.

I had brought a small ice chest with a couple of drinks and some cheese-and-cracker snacks. I followed her, admiring her ass through the translucent material. We climbed back up onto the rock and sat down. As I opened the chest and got out the drinks and snacks, Amy sat cross-legged on the towels. She looked down at herself.

"Kind of revealing isn't it?" she said after looking up with a small smile.

"Lovely," I responded.

She pulled on the bottoms, tightening them over her pussy, and leaned forward so she could see down between her legs. Stretched the way it was, even the outline of her clit was visible.

Then she pulled the waist band away from her belly and looked down her pants.

"This thing-I can't ever wear this to the lake or the pool."

"It's OK, as long as you stay dry," I responded.

She took a coke and opened it, but she did not change her position. However, even now the fabric was drying.

"I should have known you'd buy me something like this."

After we were finished, we went back in the water. This time we walked up stream to the pool at the foot of the dam. There were some people preparing to set off down stream on tubes, a cooler of beer floating with them. Amy dove in the water, then came up-very wet. As they floated by, a couple of the guys gave her real long looks, and one woman gave me an especially nasty one.

We walked back in the shallows as the tubers floated out ahead of us. The sun was now shining strongly down on us whenever we were out from under the trees. We swam again, then climbed back onto the rock. Amy lay out on her belly.

"You'd better let me put some sunscreen on you. You're mother will figure us out if you turn up with a burn."

"Oh," she said into her elbow, "I lay out in the back yard all the time."

"In your panties and bra?" I asked.

She rose up and looked at me. "You're right."

I squeezed some of the sunscreen out of the tube into my hands and rubbed them together, warming it (it had been in the ice chest with the drinks). Then I used both hands to spread it on her shoulders and upper arms. More went onto her shoulder blades. I ran my hands under the string across her back and she squirmed when I moved my hands along her ribs. More was spread over the small of her back and I slipped my fingertips under the waist band of her bottoms.

"Hey!" she said, but she pushed her butt into the air.

Next I started at her right ankle, watching the small light hairs on her legs as they stuck to her skin with the lotion. I worked my way up her leg, from the knee and up her thigh to her bottom. This time, as I spread sunscreen at the top of her thigh, I ran my finger along the crease that marked where her thigh ended and her cheek began. Again I ran my fingers under the suit, rubbing her right ass cheek. Then I went down to her left ankle.

Again, I worked my way up but this time, when I reached the top, I ran my fingers down between her thighs and rubbed along her slit through the thin fabric. She flared her ass up and, as I rubbed, rocked her hips. After several seconds of this, I pulled my hand back.

"Turn over and I'll do your front," I said in a husky voice.

Amy rolled over onto her back and lay down, her legs straight and comfortably parted. She pulled at a lock of her hair with one hand.

"OK," she said with a low voice.

This time I started by gently rubbing the white fluid into her neck and, again, upper arms. I squeezed some out of the tube to put droplets across her chest, just below her collar bones-a pearl necklace. Then I spread it, rubbing it into her white skin. I ran my fingers under her top and her eyes flared as I rubbed her nipples under the thin fabric.

Next I spread it on her abdomen, just below her top. This time I unabashedly ran my hands under her top and massaged her preteen tits, feeling the hard little disks under her developing breasts.

I worked my way down her stomach and moved my hands under the bikini bottoms, feeling the rise of her sex but not pushing deep enough to feel her slit. Then I went down to her ankle again and slowly worked my way up. This time I ran my hand completely up into the leg opening, even until my fingertips pushed out the top. I rubbed her vulva but didn't push down between her legs. Amy humped up against my hand, her eyes closed.

When I worked up her other leg, this time I ran my hand inside her bottoms, but now I worked my thumb along her slit, opening the sweet girl lips and rubbing her clit.

Amy's eyes fluttered open when I pressed my thumb into her vagina. I moved my thumb from side to side and worked it into her deeper-up to the first joint.

Suddenly she grabbed my wrist, her eyes wide and an almost angry expression on her face.

"Take me home," she said.

"Your house?" I asked, scared that I'd gone too far.

"No, silly," she giggled, "yours."