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     I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in 
the house behind us, every time I saw her. I found her very attractive, 
in kind of a simple, wholesome way. She was probably about 30 to 35 
years old, 5-foot-6 (more or less), very slender, with medium-length 
curly black hair, narrow but well-defined hips, a very small waist, and 
superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked as marvelous with 
her clothes off as I suspected.
     One Tuesday afternoon, while the wife was off to her Girl Scout 
meeting, I was out in the back yard planning yet another gardening 
project when I happened to look up at the second story of Jenny's house, 
and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing in one of the 
windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as far as I could 
tell, since I could only see her from the waist up), wearing nothing at 
all. I found myself staring at that window, wondering if she might turn 
around. I thought about moving into a position with a better view, but 
was afraid I'd miss something. Besides, with so many trees in both our 
yards, I might not be able to find a better location. So there I stood, 
watching, waiting, wondering why she was just standing there. Her arms 
appeared to be crossed in front of her, and she wasn't moving, didn't 
appear to be talking to anyone; she just stood there, her pale skin 
bright against the darkness inside the room.
     Finally she began to turn, ever so slowly, toward the window. I 
could feel my heart pounding in anticipation. Was I really going to see 
those small, fine breasts that I had imagined? As she reached the point 
where I began to see more than just the back of her I realized that here 
arms were indeed folded in front, covering her chest, so I couldn't see 
her tits. I looked up at her face, and saw that she was looking right at 
me with an undecipherable look. We were  obviously  close  enough
that I knew she could see that I was looking at her. I didn't know what 
to do for sure. I knew the "right" thing would be to turn away and 
depart the area. But for some reason, I just couldn't. I had to wait and 
see what, if anything, she was going to do next. Still, I was concerned 
that her husband or my wife might show up, see me watching her, and do 
something I'd regret. Then I remembered that it was still early in the 
afternoon because I had left work early so the wife could go to her 
meeting. Nevertheless, her husband could get home early, too, and my 
wife's meeting could have been canceled. But I just couldn't pass up 
this possibility to see more of her naked body. After what seemed like 
forever with us just looking at each other, she smiled, turned, and 
walked away. I stood there for a long time, hoping she'd return for the 
rest of the "show," but finally decided to give it up as another foolish 
hope for a cheap thrill.
     I thought about that "afternoon delight" a lot in the ensuing 
days, and looked for her whenever I was out in the yard, or driving by 
her house. I saw her a few times as I drove by the front of her house, 
and we both smiled at each other as we passed, but we never spoke, and I 
was too timid to take any sort of action to make direct contact with her 
about the window episode.
     Then, on another Tuesday afternoon, when I was finishing  my
exercise routine and getting ready to take a shower, I saw Jenny in her 
back yard, looking toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the deck 
outside our bedroom window. "I wonder if she would like a return of the 
favor?" I thought. "What the heck -- let's give it a try!" So I took off 
my sweats, leaving only my jock strap on, and proceeded to the right 
side of the sliders. I pulled back the sheer curtain liners, so that she 
could see in more clearly. I peeked around the edge of the door to see 
if she was still alone and watching. 
     She was. 
     I slowly walked into the center of the doors, with my back to 
the outside, just as Jenny had done. I stood there like that for a few 
seconds, then I slowly turned toward the doors. When I finally reached 
the point where I could see where Jenny had been standing, I couldn't 
see her. "Shit!" I thought. Then I turned all the way around, and saw 
her. She had moved closer to the fence that separates our yards, and was 
looking right at me, smiling. I smiled back, and started to wave, but 
she suddenly turned and walked toward her house. "Dammit!" I thought. 
"What the fuck is going on here?" 
     Then I saw Tim, her husband, coming out into the yard. Just as I 
had feared, he too had come home early. I jumped back and closed the 
curtain sheers, thinking he was going to see me. He was not looking for 
anything like that, fortunately. He just proceeded out to their storage 
shed at the back of their yard. "Whew!" I could finally breathe again.
     As I took my shower, I couldn't help but wonder what would have 
happened if Tim had not shown up. Worse yet, what if he had shown up 
without Jenny realizing it and he'd seen what was happening? "I better 
forget this whole nonsense, before I get in big trouble," I thought.
     Try as I might, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that I 
had to find out just how far Jenny might want this "lookey-loo" stuff to 
go. I had just gotten myself into pretty good shape for a guy in his 
forties, and would enjoy showing off to her again, and I thought maybe 
she needed to have someone other than Tim appreciate her loveliness, as 
well. It was even possible that she was attracted to me enough to want 
to go beyond a visual relationship.
     The very next Tuesday, I saw Jenny at her window again,  her
bare backside to the window, the thin tan line once again hinting at 
joys not yet beheld. I waited for quite a while. Then, finally, she began 
to slowly turn toward the window, arms crossed, just as before. When our 
eyes met, she very, very slowly began to move her arms outward, toward 
her sides. She kept her forearms at just the right position such that I 
could not yet see her tits. When she got to the point where only her 
hands covered her tits, she stopped. 
     I looked up at her face and nodded approval, as if to say "go 
ahead." To my chagrin, she didn't move her hands, but rather, she shook 
her head "No." Confused, I put my arms out to the side, tried to look 
sad, and mouthed an exaggerated "PLEEEEASE." Again, she shook her head, 
but then, in one motion, she removed her hands from her breasts, and 
turned quickly away, so fast that I only got a glimpse of her nipples 
(at least I think I did, but I had forgotten to put my glasses on, so I 
wasn't positive). Disappointed, I stood there a short while to see if 
she'd return. When she didn't, I went back inside. I was really excited, 
so I rushed my exercises, and when I got in the shower I made certain 
that my cock got REALLY clean!
     At this point, I was fairly certain that Jenny wanted to  go
farther with the showing off, but I was unsure about what she might 
ultimately have in mind, and I had no idea what she might want me to do 
next, if anything. I pondered the question frequently for the next 
several days. Each day I would go into the yard and check the window for 
signs of Jenny. If she wasn't there I'd do my exercises and check the 
yard before showering. One day I saw her there, but she was dressed and 
cleaning the window. I waved, but she did not respond. I was really 
getting confused. What did she want? What should I do? I had no answers.
     Then came the next Tuesday, and again, after I had finished my 
exercises, I saw Jenny in her yard, watching our sliding doors. At this 
juncture I felt like I needed to get things moving ahead, or ended. So I 
decided to escalate the "showoff" war. This time, I took everything 
off, opened the sheers, and walked into the doorway. As before, I kept 
my back to the outside. I put my arms up to the back of neck, flexing my 
muscles as best I could. Slowly, I began to turn while lowering my hands 
down the front of me, timing it so that I would have my cock covered by 
the time I had almost fully turned. I kept my eyes ahead of my body, and 
I saw that Jenny was still watching, and as I completed my turn, she 
looked up at my eyes, and gave me the same nod or approval as I had 
given her. Like her, I shook my head no. Then  she  gave  me  the
"PLEEEEASE" gesture, just like I had given her. I decided to give her 
some of the same thing she had given me, and quickly moved my hands back 
up to behind my neck, turned, walked away, and closed the curtains. I 
peeked out to watch her reaction, and saw her stay there for about two 
or three minutes, then shrug her shoulders and return to the house 
without another look. Had I been too brief? I wondered. Or was she 
unimpressed with what she had seen? Maybe the railing on the deck had 
obscured the view.
     The following several days it rained steadily, so I  figured
there would be no window shows, and stayed in. The next week was nice, 
although overcast. Nonetheless, since I figured it was still "my turn" 
to view, I proceeded to the back yard to check what was fast becoming my 
favorite window. No one there. "Damn," I thought. "I guess I should have 
checked last week when it rained. Maybe she thinks I lost interest. 
Maybe she decided she was doing something too naughty."
      Just as I was about to leave, I saw her move into the window, 
her bare back facing out exactly as before. Slowly she turned, moved her 
arms out to where her hands covered her tits, and slowly moved her 
breasts up and down with her hands. I vigorously nodded my approval, and 
she smiled back. Then she slowly moved her hands forward from her until 
only her fingertips were touching her breasts. I still couldn't see her 
nipples though. Then she finally moved her hands up the front of her 
chest in a caressing fashion. 
     There they were, the prettiest little tits I have ever seen. 
Just the right shape, and perfectly white. Dark aureoles, just slightly 
larger than the nipples, which were big enough for me to see clearly. I 
was captivated by the sight. She stood there for quite awhile, while I 
stared like a schoolboy with his first "Playboy" magazine. Then I looked 
up and smiled and said, "Thank You." She couldn't hear me of course, but 
I think she understood. She smiled, caressed her tits and her nipples a 
little more, turned, and left. I stayed for a few minutes, just in case. 
But I that was it for that day. I got even cleaner in the shower that 
time.
     By now it was clear that Tuesdays were probably the only days 
that anything might happen, so I decided to take the whole next week to 
figure my next move. I had already let her see all of me, so there was 
nothing to add, except to make it take longer, and maybe tease a little. 
     When the day finally came, I saw her in the yard waiting, and 
took up my position. But this time I had a long tee-shirt on, that came 
down below my otherwise-bare butt. I turned around a full circle, and 
when I was again facing away from her, I slowly lifted the shirt up over 
my head, and held it in front of me as I turned back to her. Then very 
slowly, I lowered the tee-shirt down the front of me until my hands were 
in front of my cock, held that pose for a few seconds, and then let the 
shirt fall. I looked at Jenny, and she gave me a nod and an "OK" sign. I 
returned the sign, with both hands. This left me fully exposed to her. 
She watched me carefully, and I could see that she was smiling, (I 
hadn't forgotten my glasses this time). After a few seconds, I turned, 
walked out of view, and closed the curtains. I laughed at how much fun I 
was having, acting like an adolescent again. At the same time, the adult 
part of me was concerned that I might be heading into something I 
couldn't handle.
     It was getting harder and harder to wait for a week to pass, and 
I was very eager to get into my viewing position for Jenny's turn to 
display her wares. I waited by the fence for what seemed like a very 
long time, but finally she came into view. This time, she was dressed in 
a lacy white robe that you could just barely see through  in  the
sunlight. She was almost facing the window this time, but turned to the 
side and bent over. She seemed to be moving something in from the edge 
of the window. When she stood up, she reached up to the collar of the 
robe and ever so slowly pulled it open and gently slid it off of her 
shoulders. As the frilly edges of the robe contacted her nipples, they 
hung there for a second, then jumped off and out of the way. There were 
those wonderful breasts again for me to enjoy. I wished I could caress 
and kiss them, but for now, I was glad just to be able to see them once 
more.
     When Jenny dropped the robe away, I discovered that she  had
indeed moved something in alongside her. She stepped back and to her 
right a little, and stepped up on whatever it was. Now I could see her 
tummy, all the way down to the top of her pussy hair. I made a lifting 
motion with my hands, trying to get her to raise up higher. Then she did 
something that really got my attention. She raised her left leg up and 
outward and put her foot on the window sill. At that moment, I knew that 
I was just a few inches short of being able to see her pussy. But there 
was no place higher and closer for me to go. Then she began gently 
caressing her breasts, smiling down at me all the while. I was enchanted 
again, locked into position, my eyes glued to her hands, watching their 
every move, wishing they were my hands. 
     She began moving her left hand down her tummy, then out along 
her leg. Back and forth along her thigh she moved the tips of her 
fingers, each time getting a little closer to her pussy. Then she moved 
her other hand down, and put both hands between her legs and moved them 
up and down while leaning her head back. I was really getting hot when 
she looked back down at me, raised both hands, blew me a kiss, waved, 
stepped down and disappeared.
     I was so excited that I actually thought seriously about going 
over to her house and seeing what I could get going, but decided against 
it. While I wasn't sure of her ultimate intent, I figured that it was 
much safer to assume that playing the voyeur/exhibitionist game was all 
she really wanted to do.
     The next Tuesday, I couldn't wait to get home and get the wife 
off to her meeting. However, since it was my turn to show off again, I 
once again had to figure out what to do this week. I had already shown 
it all twice, albeit briefly. I decided to check the scene out before I 
did my exercises. I looked out back and there was no one there yet. It 
was a nice day, not too cool, so I decided to open the sliding doors and 
actually go out on the deck if and when Jenny got into her viewing 
position. Fortunately, I only had to wait a few minutes. When she 
arrived, she had a folding chair, and some sort of case. It looked a 
little like a camera case, but it was to big for the simple cameras, and 
too small for a 35mm SLR type camera. 
     "Oh well, what the hell," I figured. So I took everything off and 
put my bathrobe on. Then I walked out onto the deck, facing Jenny. She 
didn't seem surprised by my coming all the way out of the house, she 
just smiled and waved. I waved back and said "Nice day." 
     "So far," she replied. 
     As I reached for the tie-string on my robe, Jenny reached into 
her case, and removed a small set of binoculars! I was surprised and 
uncertain, but decided to press on regardless. She put the glasses up to 
her eyes, and I untied the robe string, began to pull the robe apart, 
and turned my back to her. "Hey!" she said, almost too loudly. I looked 
back over my shoulder at her, and slid the robe off my back and let it 
fall to the deck. She just watched, not a word, no movement. "Well, here 
goes," I thought, and I slowly turned toward her. She then sat forward 
in her chair, and let out a whistle as I came into full view. I hadn't 
realized it until then, but my cock was fully erect at that point. 
"Thank goodness for all these trees," I thought. "If any of the other 
neighbors should see this, I'd end up in jail!"
     To my amazement, Jenny made a jacking-off motion with her hand. 
Did she want me to do that? I looked around to satisfy my fear of being 
seen by other than her. "Well, I don't think anyone else can see," I 
thought. "Let's try a little." I took my cock in my right hand and began 
sliding my hand back and forth. Since the rail on the deck was about the 
right height, I moved close to it, put my hand on the rail to steady it, 
and moved my hips back and forth so that the tip of my cock came in and 
out of my hand. Jenny was watching through her binoculars. I steadily 
increased the pace until it became too difficult to maintain position. 
Then I put my hands up to my face, blew her a double kiss, said "See you 
next week," and rushed inside. I think she said something as I left, but 
I couldn't tell for sure, so I just proceeded to the shower.
     Well, I really had to think all this over. How much  farther
could it go? Playing with myself on the deck was fun once, but not 
something I needed to do again. I wondered if maybe Jenny felt the same 
way. I knew that we were going to have to talk about this, or stop where 
we were I really wanted to get closer to her, to see if we could connect 
and have some intimate fun. But I had no idea how to make that happen, 
and I didn't want to upset her if she had already gone as far as she 
wanted to. So I continued to ponder the situation, until the next 
Tuesday.
     It was my turn to view, so I proceeded to the back yard as soon 
as the wife left for her meeting. I went to the viewing position, but no 
Jenny in the window. "Hi, there," I heard someone say, and turned to see 
Jenny beside the fence. 
     "Well, hello there," I said, trying not to choke on my surprise. 
"I didn't see you there." 
     "Or up there either," she replied. 
     Trying to be cool, I walked over to the fence and said, "I've 
wanted to talk to you about how very much I've enjoyed these Tuesday 
afternoons, but I'm not sure what to say." 
     "I know," she said. "It was fun, but we can't leave it at that, 
can we?"
     "I hope not," was all I could say. We just kind of talked about 
things for a while, sort of testing the situation, I guess. I was 
feeling more like there was a definite chance for some additional 
contact, but was too timid to ask. 
     Finally, I managed to say, "I sure would like to see you up close 
like this more often, I really like looking at you and talking to you."
     "Well," she said, "what are we going to do about it?" 
     I knew this was the do-or-die moment. If I flubbed that lead-in, 
it would probably be over before it really got started. "This is very 
nice, right like this, but I would prefer a little more privacy and a 
lot more time," I offered. 
     "Where?" she replied, somewhat forcefully. 
     "Well, I have a cabin in the mountains, about an hour and forty-
five minutes from here. Could you find an excuse to be gone for a 
Saturday or Sunday? I frequently go there to fish, and sometimes the 
wife stays here." 
     "That might be difficult," she answered thoughtfully. "Let me 
think about it." Then her expression lightened and became somehow 
impish. "In the meantime, since today was your turn to see me, I owe you 
a peek." 
     With that, she opened the front of her blouse and revealed those 
lovely tits again.
     This close, her breasts were even prettier than from a distance. 
Firm, white, reddish aureoles, large nipples, smooth, not a blemish 
anywhere. I thought about jumping the fence! 
     "Wow, I sure like those!" I blurted. "I hope we can get together soon, somehow." 
     She rebuttoned her blouse, moved a little closer, looked me in 
the eye and said, "Count on it!" Then she said, "I still expect a show 
from you next week!" 
     "Count on it!" I replied.
     Later that week, the wife told me that in two weeks she  was
going to a Girl Scout campout over a weekend. She would be leaving 
Friday afternoon, and returning on Sunday evening. "Well, isn't this 
interesting?" I thought.
     Rather than wait until the next Tuesday, I decided to take a 
chance that I might run into Jenny in the yard some other day. So each 
afternoon I went out back to "putter" in the yard. On Friday, Jenny was 
out doing some gardening alongside the fence, so I worked my way over to 
where she was and said, "Hi, neighbor." 
     "Hello there, good-looking," she said, seductively. 
     "Have you had a chance to think over what we talked about?" I 
asked. 
     "No, but I have thought about what you might do next Tuesday." 
     "Oh? What might that be?" I needed an idea, because I was having 
no luck figuring out how to do more or better than the last episode. 
     "I'll bet you can't go all the way from the deck," she said in a 
kind of challenging and teasing way. 
     "What?" I asked, trying to act like I didn't know  what  she
meant. 
     "I mean I want to see you cum while you're on your deck." 
     "Whoa!!!!" I was surprised that she was so direct. "I don't know 
if I can do that." 
     "Well, I hope you'll try. I'd be very pleased if you did." 
     "Let me think about it. We better go now, before this looks like 
more than a casual encounter." 
     "OK," she said, "I'll SEE you later." 
     I completely forgot to mention the weekend that my wife would be 
away.
     When Tuesday arrived, I was very apprehensive. To jack off to 
climax out on my deck seemed very chancy. Still, I really felt that any 
further relationship with Jenny might depend on my demonstrating that I 
was willing to be adventurous. So I proceeded to get undressed and put 
on the bathrobe. I looked out back and Jenny was not there yet. So I sat 
on the edge of the bed and started playing with myself, slowly sliding 
my hand up and down my cock, trying to get excited enough that I could 
reach climax quickly when I went out on the deck. Fortunately there was 
nothing below the deck other than a flower bed, so I wouldn't have to 
worry about a big cleanup job.
     I was really enjoying myself when I saw Jenny going out to her 
viewing position, chair and binoculars in hand. "Well, here  goes
nothing," I thought. I got up, closed the robe, opened the sliders, and 
walked out onto the deck. 
     I waved to Jenny, she waved back and put her binoculars to her 
eyes. I opened the robe, took my cock in hand, and began jacking off 
slowly. 
     Jenny was watching quietly. After a few minutes I was getting 
too warm for the robe, so I slid it back off my shoulders and let it 
fall. Jenny let out a little whistle. I moved closer to the rail, and 
put my hand on it. I began plunging my cock in and out of my hand while 
I watched Jenny for motivation. She was holding the binoculars with one 
hand and fondling her tit with the other. That helped. 
     As I felt myself getting close to cumming, I tried to thrust a 
littler faster in and out of my hand, but couldn't. So I just stood 
still and let my fingers do the working. Jenny took her hand off her tit 
and put it between her legs. That was all it took. Up  came  that
wonderful muscle spasm from deep within. Out shot my wad. I guess I had 
been pretty fired up; the first shot went clear out onto the lawn. Jenny 
was standing now, trying to get a closer look. "All I need is for 
someone to show up now!" I thought. It seemed like the spasms would 
never stop. Shot after shot kept coming. 
     "Thank you," I heard Jenny say. 
     As my cock began to wither, she put her glasses away, blew me a 
kiss, folded her chair, waved, and walked back to the house. I picked up 
my robe and went in to take my shower.
     The following Saturday, Jenny and I talked again over the fence. 
This time I mentioned the weekend I was going to have free. She told me 
that just the night before, her husband had told her he was going 
fishing with his buddies that weekend. 
     "We'll never have a better chance than this!" I told her. 
     "You're right, but I'm a little unsure about taking this next 
step." 
     "Me, too," I said. "But I really want to be able to show you 
just how much I want you!" 
     She said that she needed to think about it a little more, and 
would probably have an answer for me next Tuesday. I left it at that; 
there was no need to get pushy. Besides, I'd already had more fun with 
her than I ever expected.
     Finally, Tuesday came. I went to the backyard as soon as the wife 
left. Jenny came out of the house with a robe on and carrying a small 
bag and a folding chair. Since it was my turn to watch her I was a 
little confused. She came over to where I was standing and set the stuff 
down. 
     "Don't go away!" she said. 
     She returned to the house and came back a second later with one 
of those big beach umbrellas. 
     "Going to the beach?" I asked. 
     "Just be patient, and you'll be glad!" she remarked. 
     I asked if she'd decided about the weekend, and she repeated "Be 
patient!" 
     So I just stood there as she set up the umbrella. She positioned 
the umbrella so that it was on the other side of her from me, making 
kind of a frame behind the chair. Then she sat down in the chair and 
said, "Be quiet now, and just watch."
     She opened the front of the robe and revealed that  she  had
nothing else on. I looked at her wonderful titties for a moment then 
observed the rest. She had a very tight tummy, with a hint of muscles 
showing, and tight white thighs. Her pussy hair was black and very 
curly. She was a very pretty lady. She began caressing herself, running 
her fingertips all over the front of her, up and down between her 
shoulders and her knees, occasionally passing through that curly hair. I 
wanted to comment, but she had said be quiet, so I was. 
     She reached into the bag by  her  side,  and  pulled  out  a
hairbrush. She ran it through the hair at the side of her head a few 
times and then started brushing her pussy hair. Very slowly she brushed 
the hair in an upward direction, each stroke made the lips move up and 
down and kind of open up a little. She kept spreading her legs farther 
and farther apart as she brushed. Then she took the brush by  the
bristles, and began running the handle up and down the top of her left 
thigh. With each pass, she moved farther downward onto her inner thigh, 
and the top of the stroke came closer and closer to her pussy. Finally, 
she ran the tip of the handle between the lips and up her tummy, across 
her left breast, up her neck, and across her lips. Then she looked at me 
coyly and licked around the end of the handle. 
     I started to speak, but she put a finger to her lips as if to 
say SHHHH! Then she sucked on the end of the hairbrush, licked on it 
again, and began the return trip. Down her neck, across her tit, around 
the nipple, down the tummy, into the curly hair it went. Slower now, she 
pushed the tip between the lips. Up and down she went. I looked up at 
her face, and her eyes were closed. I looked back down to see her gently 
push the handle into her. When the bristles reached the lips  she
stopped, and pulled it slowly back out, then in again, up to  the
bristles, then slowly out again. Then she put the brush back in the bag, 
and extracted a bright, shiny new whisk.
     "Are we having omelets?" I asked. 
     "SHHHHH! Or I'll leave!" she admonished. 
     She took the whisk by the handle, and ran the wire loops along 
the top of her leg, across her tummy and down the top of her other leg. 
Back up her leg again, and the up her side and onto her breast until the 
nipple was between two of the loops. She pushed the whisk so that the 
nipple was caught between the wires and lifted the whisk away from her 
until the nipple snapped free. She did the same on her other tit, but 
this time she had really caught the nipple tightly between the loops, 
and when it finally popped free, the whisk made a ringing sound like 
several tuning forks. 
     She put the loop end between her tits, and slowly, slowly slid 
it down her tummy, into her pussy hair. She ran it up and down the lips 
of her cunt several times, each time pressing a littler harder into her, 
making the lips separate, revealing a little more pink. 
     After a few more strokes, she put the end of the handle closest 
to the loops into the fingers of her right hand, and the other end into 
her left. With her left hand, she rotated the whisk left and right, with 
the widest part of the loops across the lips of her pussy. As she 
pressed the gyrating loops harder against her she rotated even faster, 
so that I could hear the wire loops hitting each other. She was really 
getting into it, judging from the sweat on her tummy and her heavy 
breathing. I was fairly certain that the loops were hitting against her 
clit, and I must have been right, because she suddenly let out a loud 
"OHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS," and quivered heavily several times, then stopped 
the rotation and gave a big "Oooooooooooo."
     When she opened her eyes and looked at me, she seemed a little 
surprised, like maybe she had gotten so much into her activities that she had 
forgotten for a moment that I was there. 
     "Thank you for sharing that with me!" I said. 
     "You are very welcome, sir," she teased. 
     "What about the weekend?" I asked. 
     "I think I'll be able to go with you." 
     "Grrrrrrrrrreat!" I shouted. 
     "SHHHHHH," she reminded. We decided to meet by the fence  on
Thursday or Friday afternoon to finalize plans. Then we went in to our 
houses.
     
     Will these two ever get to touch each other? 
     Will they suck? 
     Will they fuck? 
     Will they play with kitchen utensils? 
     Will they ......................................?
     
     Stay tuned for the next episode. 

[Note from NixPix Editor -- And that was the last of this I ever saw on 
any board anywhere. What a shame! Would the author please step forward 
with part two and claim credit, as well? PLEEEAASE (to coin a phrase)?]

An afterword for my fellow Grownups -- 
	Periodically, the folks at NixPix come across a piece of writing
that is so hot, we just have to point it out. This is one of them. For 
that reason, the Text Editor for NixPix has taken the time to go through
this file, editing it for spelling and other nit-picking things, then 
reformat it so it's easier to read and then re-upload it -- and point 
out in the message system that this one is Special. Sometimes, the 
NixPixTextOp can't find anything to do with it, because the writer 
already knows how to do it. Sometimes it requires a lot of time -- but
it is still so simply sizzling that it demands a wider audience.
	We don't know who wrote this 1WATCH -- it came top us without any
attribution -- but we'd love to know (so we can say "Thanks!") -- and
we'd really like to see more. If you know the author, deliver the 
message...and tell him we're eager to see just a little bit more.

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