A Mississippi Kite - Sex Stories

A Mississippi Kite

... suds himself, he grew erect.. very erect.. and Leitha was chagrinned to realize that her own body was reacting quite fiercely to what she was witnessing. Without completely realizing what she was doing, she slid her own hand over her neck, her breasts and finally under the waistband of her shorts... ending up where she felt the strongest pulsing in her body.

Involuntarily, she shuddered and moaned as her body released a long-pent-up orgasm. Leitha had been without a partner for quite some time and had forgotten how wonderful such a release felt.

It became a habit, in the days to follow. Leitha was almost afraid to leave the window, afraid to miss the daily outdoor shower of the dark, handsome stranger next door.

It became a daily ritual. Bo watched for the slight parting of the curtains, the flash of sun on the woman's binoculars.

Once he teased her: Stretched, studied the pounding waves. He did not lower his swim suit, show the woman his tight buns, his larger than life cock. He ran off down the beach, into and out of the waves, disappeared into the distance. In frustration Leitha's fingers reached inside her waistband, inside her panties, inside......

It happened on Wednesday. Leitha was at her usual post, slightly outside the window frame when he began the ritual. She was covered by only a wispy cotton sundress and was anticipating the feeling of warmth and the rush of relief that was to come.

On the third day Bo saw the expected flash of sun on lens, ...

... smiled inwardly. Towel and shampoo at the ready he made his way to the shower. Let the water and the early summer sun wash over his young and hard body. He stood, his back to the bungalow, ran his hands and long fingers down each leg in turn.

But on Wednesday, he stood with his back to her, letting the water flow down his broad shoulders and river into his buttocks. Leitha was unnerved by the change of routine and carelessly stepped a little further into the window frame. She had her hand on her breast when he turned and looked directly into her eyes. She gasped and ducked below the window, feeling foolish and exposed.

He turned in a quick, smooth motion, looked directly at the window where he knew she would be. The snapshot burned itself into his brain: the woman, tall and slender, dark hair. Binoculars in one hand, the other squeezing her breast, fingers pinching a nipple.

She moved away suddenly, a startled look on her face.

Bo pulled on pale linen shorts, cut several inches above the knees, a vee-neck tee shirt, two buttons at the throat, sandals. He picked up the bottle of Australian Malbec, and the record, an old but well cared for vinyl. He crossed the short distance between the two beach houses. Knocked.

Leitha knew without looking that it was he. Giddy with anticipation and dread, Leitha opened the door to confront a broadly grinning young man holding a bottle of red wine, two glasses and a record.

The sound of scurrying came from inside. The turning ...