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“Seeing me…naked,” she said easily without a hint of embarrassment or anger. “Which surprises me actually,” she continued on before I could even respond to that, which I’m not sure I could have with a straight face anyway. “I usually sunbathe out back in the nude all the time, though I don’t ever recall seeing you home at the same time that I have, or…when I’ve had friends over like today,” she now added once again judging my face.

“Only briefly,” I said, continuing the lie, hoping my small admission would be enough. “Which is why I decided to come back inside the house, to give you some privacy,” I now added.

“Ah huh,” she said, grinning back while sipping her beer. I took another sip of mine smiling back.

“Are you curious about that?” she asked.

“About what?” I responded still desperately trying to play dumb here, hoping she was only fishing as to what she thought I might have seen, or hadn’t seen.

“Why did I made Mark leave after dumping his load on me,” she said, looking into my eyes. I knew then she had me dead to rights, and I had no response other than to take another swallow of my beer, wishing I knew what the hell I should say. “Oh for hell’s sake Robin, I know you saw us, I might not have guessed where you were looking at us,

but I figured out you must have been. I saw you standing there one moment, and then gone the next. If you’d actually turned and gone back inside, I’d have seen you do that, but I didn’t.” Once again she laughed. “So…like I said, you are curious as to why I made him leave afterwards?”

I knew then she had me, and also knew she wasn’t mad at me for looking at her either.

“A little…yes,” I freely admitted now.

This time she laughed out loud, finally getting me to confess that I’d been watching her. “You’ve known me for a few years now,” she began once again. “And I’ve even told you a few things I’d never even tell my parents, but what you don’t know is this. I have pure and simply a fascination with watching guys cum. I love seeing their rock hard dick’s squirting all that delicious cum juice out, and then I like using it to masturbate afterwards.

Which is the main reason I normally don’t suck it down, I prefer watching it squirt instead, though I don’t mind doing that too on occasion, especially if I’m not in a position to enjoy it the way I’d prefer to, then I certainly will. But there’s just something about it…seeing it, feeling it, watching it leap out of the head of their dicks that really turns me on.”

If I thought I was hard before…

“Shit Stella…not sure this is something you really should be telling me about,” I said feeling both uneasy, as well as damn fucking horny hearing her say it.

“Oh? Why not? I thought you’d find it exciting to hear me tell you about it, or do you find that too kinky or too weird instead?”

“It’s not that Stella…it’s just that, well…hell, I’m more like your older brother, the little bit we’ve shared with one another in the past…well that’s you know…”

“No different!” She exclaimed. “Well, not really anyway,” she said with a half smile on her face, the same one that when she’d used it before on me, had just about turned me inside and out. “It’s not like we haven’t flirted before, or discussed sex even.”

“Discussing it…and seeing you doing it is just a tiny bit different,” I then told her.

“Sort of like fantasizing about seeing me naked, and actually seeing me naked?” she asked.

I had to think about that for a moment. “Well yeah…sort of, I guess.”

“So you have fantasized about me then.” One again she had me, and she knew it. “I’ve fantasized about you too you know, lots of times in fact. And if you want to know the truth Robin, when I was laying there watching Mark’s prick squirting on me? I was actually fantasizing, and wishing that it was yours doing it instead. If it really had been you, I’d have wanted you to stay there and watch me get off using your cum to do it with,

” she grinned, pausing for a moment, though I am sure she was amused by my open-mouthed look, where no words came to mind that I found I could even utter in response to that. “Would you like to see me do that?” she now asked.

I was still speechless, though my mind was currently in overdrive. I suddenly had this very clear, vivid, obscene image of Stella laying there, rubbing her cunt, my sperm coating her entire body while she did so.

Maybe it was my lack of a response that she took as a response. Before I even realized it, she had stood, her hands suddenly reaching around behind herself, her white bikini top coming away in her hands. Sitting there staring at those magnificent boobs, I continued to be tongue-tied as she now pulled down on the zipper of her cut off jeans, moments later watching them fall as she stepped out of them, now standing there in front of me entirely nude.

“Ok, now that you’ve seen me…my turn to see you!”

I was too fucking horny not to. All sense of logic, morality, fear and concern about her parents, flew right out the window, along with my clothing in a sense. In seconds, I was standing there in front of her, my hard dick pointing straight out, there was even a stringer of cum-dew hanging from the tip of it, dribbling out which she seemed to sit there and watch in total fascination as it slowly elongated, stretching towards the floor in front of her.

Stella reached out grabbing it with her finger however before it broke apart and actually did. She immediately wrapped it around her index finger, spread herself, and then applied it to her clit.

“Fuck I love doing that!” she said, using a particular word I’d never heard her utter before, in my presence anyway. “Squeeze it for me again,” she now asked, which I did, pleased to see another rather large dollop of precum emerge from the head of my dick and like before, begin to stretch out in a long lazy string of nearly clear jisim.

“Do you usually shoot a lot? Or just a little?” she asked. “Do you squirt far mostly, or does it just dribble out?”

Even her questions were kinky hot as she asked them.

“It depends,” I said simply.

“On what?” She pressed still sitting there playing with her clit.

“Well, on a number of things I guess. The last time I jerked off for one, how long between doing that for two, and three…how horny I am at the moment when I do.”

She was grinning, obviously enjoying this as she now reached up with her free hand and proceeded to toy with her breast. “OK, so then tell me…when was the last time you played with yourself, and where? And…just how horny are you anyway?”

I actually had to think about that. It had been several days ago now in fact, just before going to bed one evening, and I now recalled it was because I had seen her earlier that day when she’d come over to do my laundry. She’d been wearing another pair of tight fitting shorts then, a tank top with no bra as I recalled. “Saturday, Saturday evening…just before bed.”

Stella giggled. “Was that because of the way I was dressed when I came over earlier during the day?” She now asked. “Did that make you horny? Thinking about me?”

I nodded my head, which she seemed to take quite a deal of delight in. “Cool, I was hoping it would, because I certainly got off myself, wondering if you did. Anyway…so are you?”