A Change Of Life Ch. 02

This story (in chapters) covers a number of genres ranging from Masturbation, Voyeurism, Light BDSM, CFNM and others, but is predominantly centred around Control (with rewards) -- so it will often be listed in different categories.

I hope it has something to please every reader's desires.

It was edited some time ago by mollycactus (thanks Molly -- I've finally re-found it and decided to publish).

The first couple of chapters set the scene -- and the suspense!

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One warm evening, I looked out my upper story bedroom and saw a pool of light outside Sarah's bedroom. Her bedroom was on the ground floor, with floor to ceiling sliding windows out onto a small paved area.

I went downstairs and as quietly as possible opened the latch on the gate to Sarah's back yard. [Reminder to self: Must put some oil on those hinges] I crept across the lawn and hid behind some bushes where I could see right into her bedroom. Why hadn't I been quicker! She had obviously gotten out of the shower and walked straight to her bedroom and dried herself. She'd already put on a slinky silk nightie that barely covered her arse.

OMG -- What a sight! She was drying her hair with a towel and as she rubbed back and forth, her shapely breasts almost looked like two wonderful animals dancing on her chest. The nipples were rigid as they rubbed the silky material and at last I could confirm that they were of a really dark colour -- my favourite!

She must've been there for 10 minutes -- and whilst I couldn't see anything completely exposed, it was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. My cock was throbbing with desire, and when she put her leg up onto the bed to rub some lotion on, I simply lost control. I unzipped my fly and grabbed my raging hard on and stroked and stroked until that final bliss when the balls tighten up and jet after jet of my creamy seed shot into the bushes.

As quietly as possible, I headed back inside, my heart still thumping in my chest. I just couldn't believe how lucky I'd been. But of course, sexual tension always wants more stimulus -- so every night I waited for the light to come on before I would race downstairs and see what exciting things might be on display.

It became almost a nightly ritual, and all I thought about every day. I was becoming obsessed, and when friends invited me out, I invented some lame excuse so I could stay home and perve on Sarah, and have a good wank.

After a few weeks we were sitting round the pool and had had a couple of glasses of wine and the conversation turned to masturbation. They were recounting their various methods when Sarah asked, "So Ben, I'll bet you have a good jerky jerky pretty often."

My face reddened, and for a horrid moment I thought that maybe Sarah had seen me in her garden with my cock out peering at her. My heart thumped at the thought of being caught. I replied as calmly as my quivering voice would allow -- "Well, I suppose sometimes I need a little relief," to which they both burst into rapturous giggles.

As my nightly rituals continued, I became much more comfortable and relaxed about not being caught. There was a garden bench near her window out of the stream of light, and I'd gotten into the habit of bringing a small cushion down and dropping my pants so I could sit there and gently stroke whilst my show was on. It was utter bliss!

Sarah seemed to be getting more and more unabashed too. Her nipples were the most amazing things I had ever seen (and I had seen a lot on my porn sites that I used to frequent). They were almost black, and the areolae were quite large and a really dark brown -- contrasting gorgeously with her pale tits. And they always seemed to be hard and standing up -- almost as big as my pinky to the first knuckle. OMG they were fabulous!

The first time I saw her arse all exposed to me I came immediately. She'd bent over with nothing on and her arse to the window. Those pale firm butt cheeks looked so firm and soft and just begged for my tongue and fingers. When I finally saw her pussy, I thought I was going to faint. Just a tiny bit of dark hair above her clit -- but her lips and everything else were smooth and inviting. Her outer lips were big and juicy and had the same dark pigment as her nipples and I craved to suck them.

When they came around for a swim I tried to get every chance to stare at both of them hoping not to get caught.

One afternoon Sarah asked, "So Ben, are you a 'leg man', a 'bum man' or a 'tit man'?"

I felt the blood rush to my face as I was stumped by her candour. "I guess I like all of a woman Sarah, but the face and smile and personality are way more important to me."

Jane chipped in, "Yeah, sure Ben. That's what all the men say!" which caused them great merriment. "We know you like to see us in our skimpy bathers."

I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable about where the conversation was going -- partly because I felt a little flushed but more so because I could feel my cock growing in my pants, and I guessed that was what they were hoping to see. They seemed to be keeping me permanently horny, and I couldn't wait for my evening ritual.

On one occasion, Jane and I were already in the pool when Sarah arrived. "Hey you two. Wait for me. I'll just jump into my bathers in your kitchen, Ben," and she ran inside with the little bag she had with her. Seconds later she was running across the lawn and did a 'bomb' into the water just near us. When she appeared up out of the water, her bikini top had been ripped up to her neck by the force of the water, and before she had time to adjust herself I got a good look at those firm breasts at really close range.

"Oh Woops!" she exclaimed.

To which Jane added, "You have fabulous tits, Sarah. And I'm sure Ben was pleasantly surprised. I'll bet his cock is growing right now," and they both burst into peals of laughter.

Later that evening I found a pair of Sarah's skimpy panties under the kitchen table. She must've dropped them when she'd rushed in to change. They felt so soft and sexy, and the thought that a short while before they had been encircling her pussy and arse gave me an instant hard-on. I pulled them up to my nose and inhaled the delicious scent. There was a faint tinge of her yummy French perfume, but they also had the unmistakable erotic scent of pussy juice. I was in heaven. Could I wait until tonight for relief? My cock was achingly hard as I inhaled that sweet aroma.

"I hope she doesn't notice them missing," I thought to myself, "because this is indeed a treasure!" I undid my pants and gently caressed my aching cock with the soft silky material. But I exercised control, and stopped before my will-power weakened.

That night however, when I watched her in her bedroom, I pulled my aching dick with one hand and held those treasured panties to my nose as I ejaculated a copious load. It was the most beautiful orgasm I'd had -- and that scent just made me feel like I was right in that bedroom sniffing her!

Nothing had been said about the panties to my absolute delight.

A few nights later, Sarah'd come into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around herself, and one on her head sopping up her wet hair. My eyes nearly left my face when I saw her lie down on top of her bed and throw the towel off her body and spread her legs a little right towards me. She started caressing her breasts and pulling on her nipples and then one hand strayed down over her lovely tummy and started caressing her outer labia. I stood up, trying to get the best view possible. Her lips gradually parted and I was sure I could see the glistening tell-tale signs of her juices inside those pink inner lips. She slid a finger in and out a few times and then rubbed the juices up over her clit and I could see she was getting really turned on. I inhaled her panties and stroked gently wanting this to last forever.

Sarah rolled onto her tummy and knees and spread her legs wide so her arse cheeks exposed not only her stunning anus, but framed her clearly aroused pussy. A hand came up under her and started plunging in and out of her sopping cunt. And that did it. I could hold back no longer.

Then everything in my life changed.