George was a seventy-five-year-old widow who loved to sit on his front or back porch and watch all the young college girls who lived in the different apartments and houses around him. On this particular Saturday morning, it was already reaching the 90’s and it was not even ten in the morning. Grabbing a glass of iced tea, he ambled out onto his front porch, his cane tap-tap-tapping on the wooden floor. Sitting his tea on the small table beside his favorite lawn chair, he pulled up his baggy shorts and sat down. He was hoping that he would see some of the young college girls jogging by in their tight tops and shorty-shorts job like they did each morning.
If no action was happening on the front porch, then he would meander to the back porch where he figured the college girls would be out by the pool with their roommates wearing their almost non-existent bikinis. Yeah, he would be the first to admit he was a ‘dirty old man’ but as long as he looked and didn’t touch there was nothing anyone could do. Hell, he would be a fool not to take advantage of looking at all that flesh those college girls put on display. He could already feel that tingle in his cock from the thought of watching…and eventually stroking off.
George was sure that Telsa, the college girl next door, knew that he was a voyeur because one time she turned toward his house and flashed her tits for him. He knew that she couldn’t really see him because he always sat in the shadows of the back porch. Smiling, he thought of the many loads of cum he had deposited on his back porch the past two summers because of her and her roommates. George had been widowed five years and thought he could pick up some real pussy at the VFW senior dances on Sunday nights but he had no desire to dress up and go down there. Most of those old ladies were prudes like his dead wife and thought sex was a chore. He was more content to sit on one of his porches wearing baggy shorts and a white wife-beater shirt and stroke his cock, letting his imagination run wild.
After twenty minutes and no action, George was about to give up and head to his back porch when he saw the garage door open and an SUV backed out of it. The SUV door opened and Telsa climbed out. She was soon joined by three of her roommates, carrying buckets of water, sponges, and shop rags. All four of the girls were wearing what George called “Band-Aid” bikinis. They covered just what was necessary but still left a lot to the imagination. Suddenly, Telsa turned around and George let out a little gasp as his cock sprang to attention, harder than it had ever been in twenty years. She had on a very different bottom, one that George had never seen. It appeared to have a string going up between her ass cheeks, leaving them bare.
When he sat on the front porch, he tried to maintain some décor of decency by not whipping out his cock but instead slipping his hand down the front of his baggy shorts to stroke off. He would get his cock almost to the point of unloading and then would go back in the house to finish. The back porch is where he felt safe whipping it out. Today he threw caution to the wind and slowly unzipped his shorts, freeing his cock that was demanding immediate attention. He had never been well endowed; only about five inches when fully hard but today it felt like it had hardened to seven inches. Reaching down, he ran his stubby fingers over his cock, wondering if the other girls were wearing the same type of bikini that Telsa was wearing.
As he watched them bending, stretching, and moving around the SUV as they soaped it up and scrubbed it, he continued to stroke, occasionally gripping his cock tight as his arthritic hand could squeeze. It was not long before George realized that only one of the other girls was wearing the same type of bikini as Telsa. Suddenly, as if she sensed he was watching, Telsa looked over at him, smiled, the tip of her tongue gliding over the lips. He automatically stopped what he was doing, hoping that she had not noticed him jerking off, but was almost sure she had. George thought about going inside to finish but then thought, what the hell! Why go inside when it is apparent that Telsa and her friends were putting on a show for him to jack off to?
One of her friends disappeared inside the garage and then came back out with a hose. She attached it to the outside spigot and turned the water on to rinse the SUV. George resumed his stroking, his other hand reaching down to squeeze his full balls, his eyes fixated on the antics of the girls next door. Feeling the precum starting to leak, George took his thumb and started to rub it over the head and down his shaft to make stroking easier. As he watched, the washing of the SUV turned into a water fight as Telsa got sprayed.
Watching Telsa’s ass jiggling as she bounced around trying to get away from the hose spray, George started to stroke faster He kept his eyes glued on the giggling girls next door as he felt his balls starting to tighten, letting him know that he almost to the point of no return. He knew that he should quit staring and go inside but his butt stayed in the chair, his hand on his cock, pumping away. By this time all four of the girls were wet, their bikinis sticking to them, and leaving very little to the imagination.
George began to breathe heavier and deeper as his orgasm built. He was no longer worried about getting caught. All he was worried about was getting off. George was so engrossed in his fantasy that he was shocked to feel a hand on his knee. Looking up, he saw Telsa standing in front of him. She crooked her finger at him, opened the screen door of his house, and stepped inside. As if she had a spell on him, George stood up, grabbed his cane and followed her through the house to the back porch, his semi-erection flopping against his thigh.
"I've seen you sitting in the shadows staring at me and my roommates. I figure you masturbate back here watching me and my roomies like a dirty old man, so let’s masturbate together,” she said as she stripped off her bikini, turning the other chair to face his before she sat down. Telsa spread her legs wide as one hand began to tweak her nipples while the other dipped inside her pussy. “Never saw an old man’s cock before. Does it still work?”
George pinched himself, sure that he was dreaming but he wasn't. It was real. Sitting down, George resumed stroking his semi-hard-on as he watched her fingers move in and out, her thumb circling and rubbing her clit. She was staring down at his cock, watching his hand go up and down. Soft little mews were coming from her mouth as she got closer. George’s hand moved up and down, working his way back up to his orgasm. No words passed between them, both lost in their own goal of having a self-induced orgasm.
When Telsa saw the precum start to ooze out the tip, she began to lick her lips, wanting nothing more than to wrap her lips around his cock and taste him, but that would come later. Today was self-masturbation, watching the other one fall apart in orgasmic bliss. Watching her juices seep out and run down her inner thighs, George took several deep breaths, wishing that he was her age so he could bend her over the porch rail and fuck her brains out but for now, that would be the picture in his mind as he stroked himself to orgasm.
As her fingers moved quickly in and out, Telsa began to breathe faster. George watched her tits move and sway some with her deep breathing, her fingers, pinching and pulled on each nipple as her thumb worked on her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her body started to twitch with the beginning of her orgasm.
George had never seen a woman in the throes of orgasm, except for some of the porn he occasionally watched, and he found it such a turn-on. As she hit her peak, Telsa let out a muffled squeal, her legs twitching, juices flowing down her thighs as she came hard. George watched her as he continued to stroke, his balls tightening, pushing his cum up and out of his cock in such a force that some splattered on her knee and feet. He continued to pump until he was drained. Releasing his cock, it flopped between his legs, the last bit dribbling on his short leg.
“I am sorry,” he quickly apologized when he realized what he had done. “I never had such a powerful one before. Let me go get you a warm washcloth,”
As he slowly got to his feet, Telsa reached down and scooped up the small bit on her knee, brought her finger to her mouth, and sucked it off. “I cannot wait to taste a full load, George.”
Before George had a chance to say anything or get her a washcloth, she grabbed her bikini, put it on, and disappeared off his back porch, across the lawn and dived into her pool. He watched her for a few minutes and then disappeared into the house to take a warm shower. It was when he was getting dressed that it hit him… she said she wanted to taste a full load. Well, maybe she would find out what it tasted like but for now, masturbating while watching them was enough for him.
