Reading Time: 20minutes It had been a long time since we had taken a vacation, Sarah and I, so we took advantage of every minute. We rented a house for a week in Key West. Nothing large, a little one level, two bedroom bungalow in a section called the "Meadows." Situated on a corner lot, it had a wooden privacy fence surrounding the entire yard, with a gate at the front corner and one near the back along the side street.
It had been a long time since we had taken a vacation, Sarah and I, so we took advantage of every minute.
We rented a house for a week in Key West. Nothing large, a little one level, two bedroom bungalow in a section called the “Meadows.” Situated on a corner lot, it had a wooden privacy fence surrounding the entire yard, with a gate at the front corner and one near the back along the side street. The yard had a little wooden sundeck, a beautiful small pool surrounded by tropical plants, and an outdoor shower on the side of the house by the front fence. When we weren’t out on the town it made for a terrific little private playground.
I suspected at first the people living in an apartment in the story and a half next door were able to peak down our way – their 2nd floor kitchen window was the only vantage point that looked into our little paradise for the week. They tried to be exceptionally loud while washing the dishes and such, I think to let us know we might be in view.
There were a few cracks in the fence where the boards had shrunken over the years, maybe a knothole or two, but it felt private enough that I never wore clothes inside or out of the house. Sarah was one to always have a wrap on at least – just in case someone should stoop down and pear through one of the knotholes or the neighbor could possibly see something from their kitchen.
Myself, I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak – something that Sarah has played with from time to time. Playful little games like Sunday night, the second night of our stay.
We hadn’t left the house all that day, and I never put any clothes on either. We laid out in the sun, played in the pool, and she dabbled with her paints – she’s the creative one. As the sun was getting low we put some fish and shrimp on the grill. Well I did, the grill is my territory. Sarah prepared the table on the deck and freshened up our drinks. She even found a candle in the kitchen somewhere.
We sat out by the pool and had a lovely sunset dinner.
The pots and pans were beginning to clang about in the neighboring kitchen just as we were finishing. As we were getting up I started to grab my plate and stuff.
“No, you sit down and relax by the pool. I’ll clean this little bit up,” she said.
“See if you can get a glimpse of the neighbors,” she added. “I’m still curious as to whether they can see down here or not.”
Who was I to argue. I picked up my drink and headed over to a lounge chair. Turned it a bit so I would be facing directly toward the neighbors little window.
As she left with the plates and stuff in her right hand, she reached behind with her left hand and lifted her wrap up over her rear. Beautiful as always, I never get tired of that view. As she reached the kitchen she wiggled her bottom a little, then let go to use her hand to open the door.
I made myself comfortable in the lounge chair. Placed my drink on the armrest, settled back, put my hands behind my head and spread my legs apart. I was relaxed and comfortable.
It was just about dark outside.
I kept an eye on the window as instructed. Listening to the noise of the pots and dishes I thought these people must really love to cook. But I wasn’t getting a glimpse of our neighbors.
My interest drifted. Off to the side I could see Sarah through the sliding glass doors that lead into the kitchen from the backyard. Now that she was inside she had taken off her wrap and was busy washing dishes and putting things away. There is no more beautiful sight than a gorgeous woman doing housework in the nude,
I kept an eye on the window as well, looked up whenever I heard some noise. But I didn’t see anyone.
I looked back over at Sarah. She was bent over fiddling with something in the kitchen. Then she came over and opened the sliding glass door.
“Think anybody can see us from that window?” she asked.
“I haven’t been able to see anyone,” I replied. “I think the window must be too high or something.”
“Good,” she exclaimed!
Sarah turned back into the kitchen leaving the sliding door open. A minute later she returned and came outside without her wrap on.
Sarah is a petite little thing, but with curves. Sarah has blonde hair and green eyes – a true knockout in my opinion. A true blonde, that would be evident if her pubic area wasn’t clean shaven.
She placed a plastic bag of trash on the back porch and came over to where I was sitting.
“I’ve got a little chore for you,” she stated.
I got up from my comfortable chair and gave her a big hug. I ran my hands down her back and caressed the cheeks of her behind, and pulled her close. She grabbed my penis firmly.
“Work first,” she said softly. “It’s not much.”
“What would you like,” I replied. What else would I say to a beautiful naked woman who had a firm grasp on my now erect penis.
“I just need you to take the trash out, now, and put it in the can by the street,” she said.
“Okay, my shorts are,” I replied, but wasn’t finished. At the mention of shorts she reached around and swatted my behind, and then grabbed it with a determined grip. Sarah had definitely gotten my attention – she was in a playful mood. Sarah was developing quite a dominate streak to go along with my exhibitionist side.
“I said now,” she stated with a determined voice. She held up the key to the gates with one hand and gave me another firm swat on the rear with the other.
“Grab the bag and I’ll meet you at the back gate, now hurry!” she exclaimed.
I did what I was told, grabbed the bag of trash and hurried over to the back gate. Sarah put the key in the deadbolt and unlocked the gate. As she started to swing the gate open she hid behind the gate where she couldn’t be seen, and opened it just a bit.
“How does it look?” she asked. “Is the coast clear?”
I looked to the right towards the corner. There were the trash cans about twenty feet down the street, and a dim streetlight on the corner right at our front gate. No people or cars though. Then I looked to the left, and I saw two young women walking towards me along the street not fifteen feet from the gate. I lifted the bag up to cover my now rock hard penis with one hand and slammed the gate shut with the other.
“Shit! There are a couple girls walking right outside the gate,” I exclaimed.
We heard a couple giggles from the other side of the fence.
“We’ll wait a minute,” Sarah whispered quietly into my ear. “I’ll let you get away with being shy just this once.”
Then she swatted my behind. Not real hard mind you, but it made a really sharp noise.
“Then, no checking, you’re going to take out that trash,’ she continued to whisper in my ear. She again grabbed my penis to let me know I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t anyway. She planned this little treat for me and I was going to enjoy it.
A minute or two later all sounded quiet. No voices or car noises could be heard. Sarah released my penis and backed up pulling the gate open as she did.
“Go!” she yelled in a jubilant high pitch.
Holding the trash bag in front of my erect penis, I took two steps out toward the trash cans. That’s as far as I got, then the silence of the last couple minutes was broken. First I heard the gate slam shut – a sound that sent a shudder down my spine. I quickly turned to the right to confirm what I already knew, Sarah had shut the gate.
At that moment I heard a soft click. A small noise, with a big meaning, that could have been only one thing. Sarah had just locked the deadbolt on the gate. I stood there for what seemed like minutes, but for what was probably only seconds, staring at the gate stark naked. I had the trash bag pressed against my rock hard penis and my bare butt facing the street.
“Go do your chore,” I could hear from behind the gate. “I have something to do in the kitchen.” Then she started to giggle.
I turned back towards the trash cans. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode. My penis was about to, but it wasn’t even registering in my mind at the time. What has she got to do in the kitchen and how long was she going to leave me out here – that’s what was on my mind.
“When I’m done I’ll unlock one of the gates,” she could barely finish before breaking out in laughter. She hadn’t even left the gate yet. While Sarah was new at this, I could tell she was starting to get into this stuff; I might be out here for a while.
I made a few steps toward the trashcans. The streetlight seemed a lot brighter now. I looked beyond the cans towards the intersection, and to the left at the houses across the street. I must have been shaded by a large tree at the back gate, but now I was in full light. The pavement, the bushes and fence beside the street, the roofs and shaded porches all looked much darker than I – I felt like I was glowing in comparison. There was no doubt that if someone looked out their window or drove by anywhere near I would stand out.
My heart was pounding, and I could feel a chill as I must have been sweating from the excitement. I was enjoying Sarah’s little game.
I made my way to the trash cans, the low plastic kind on wheels with the lids on hinges; they were about twenty feet up the street. There was no problem figuring out which can was ours – I could read the numbers on the cans just fine as I got closer to the streetlight. Found it, “1400” was marked on the lid. I turned and faced the can my behind now facing the street again.
I slowly lifted the lid with my left hand, leaned over and quickly placed the trash bag quietly into the can. The base of my penis rubbed across the lip of the can as I leaned in. With the trash in place at the bottom of the can the lip of the trash can was now firmly wedged between my penis and my scrotum. Looking down as I did this I now realized I have never in my life been this hard. I stared at my penis for a couple seconds.
Standing back straight and about to close the lid on the can I heard giggling from up near the front gate towards my left. That giggle I recognized was Sarah.
A second later I heard a snort and muffled laughter, this time from the opposite direction. I could barely make them out; it was those two young women I first saw. They must have just backed up a couple steps further into the shadows and kept quiet after my first attempt. I either didn’t look that way when I went out the gate, or they were pretty well hidden in the shadows, but I sure didn’t see them before now.
I stared their way for a few seconds, frozen in my tracks as I had been caught. My heart was pounding so hard it sounded like drums beating on both sides of my head – panic was setting in. I must have been a sight too. A dark profile with the streetlight behind me, and me holding the lid of the trash can open, the head of my rock hard penis still resting on the lip of the can.
I dropped the lid.
The lid didn’t hit hard, but the feeling it created instantly took my mind off the two young women watching me. I immediately pulled my penis from the can and grabbed it with both hands. I heard a gasp and a laugh at the same time. An instant later my mind was back on the situation at hand – I was stark naked along the side of the street, being watched by two young women, my hands around my throbbing penis that was about to explode from excitement.
As I regained some of my senses I remembered hearing Sarah giggle by the front gate. She must not have really had something to do in the kitchen – it was too quick. She must have just headed up front right away and unlocked that gate. With an unlocked gate in one direction and women staring at me from the other direction I made the choice, released my hands from my penis, and started to head for the front gate.
I never thought I would miss a bag of trash. It was at least some cover and the front gate was under the streetlight, right at the intersection.
I made my way to the corner, which seemed like a mile, even though it was probably only another seventy feet or so. I know those women were watching my every step. I could hear them behind me but I didn’t want to turn and look. I was headed for certain safety.
I reached the corner and turned towards the gate. There was a little homemade sign hanging on the gate “Closed try other gate.” Certain safety turned out to be a crafty little prank. I checked the gate to be sure, and yes, it was still soundly locked. And there was no climbing over a seven foot gate either, though the thought crossed my mind for an instant.
It’s incredible how fast you can think when you’re stark naked, standing at an intersection, under a streetlight that seems to be getting brighter by the minute. The front gate was mounted in a 45 degree angle at the corner. I turned a full 180 degrees away from the gate and backed up to it, feeling it was time to evaluate my options, I could now see in all four directions.
Looking to the right, East down Olivia Street, the one that fronted our house all seemed quiet. With lots of trees hanging out over the street the scene became dark very quickly in that direction. One exception, I could see our neighbor’s 2nd floor kitchen window from here as well, and it was brightly lit.
Turning my head a little to the left I was looking further North down Florida Street, the same street I had been on. It too looked quiet but posed no options, not that I knew what I was looking for. A little to the left again and I’m looking the other way West down Olivia Street. That section was very bright off in the distance, maybe a block or so down – it was definitely not an option to head that way.
I didn’t have to turn my head further left to look back South down Florida Street, the one I had just come from to know those women may still be there watching me. But I had to anyway. I had to know if they were still there, as my best option was to head back to the back gate.
I looked down first for a second which only reminded me my penis was so hard and swollen, I couldn’t believe it. I then picked my head back up, and looked back down the street towards the back gate.
They were there all right, but they had moved and were now sitting on two of the three trash cans beside the street. One was fairly tall and quite thin, with short blonde hair, wearing shorts and a bikini top. The other was a bit shorter and shapely, with long dark hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. If they were in their early twenties that would be pushing it, they could have both still been in their teens.
In any case they were now between me and the back gate, and probably enjoying every second of my predicament.
That streetlight seemed to be getting brighter again. I thought about calling out to Sarah but really didn’t want to call any more attention to myself. I don’t know if I was there for a few seconds or several minutes, somewhere in between I expect. I felt frozen in my tracks unable to make a decision.
A reflection appeared in my glasses. I turned my head right. Suddenly there were headlights heading my way from the right on Olivia Street which forced a quick decision. I quickly covered my penis as best I could with my hands, slid over to the left all the way around the corner, now a few feet closer to the young women and still under the street light. The car passed by a few seconds later, and the taillights kept on moving. If the driver was looking in his mirror I would have been what he or she had seen.
The young women obviously weren’t afraid of me or the situation. And other than for them the coast was clear again. Keeping my hands in front of me to cover what I could I started to make the return trip to the back gate – approaching the women waiting for me to pass. I made a couple steps in their direction only to be startled for a brief instant – stopped in my tracks as they started to applaud. Ever so softly, and as I once again started to walk their way, they continued.
“We won’t bite!” shouted the blonde, sitting on the can furthest for me.
“Yes she will,” contradicted the dark haired woman, but in a much softer tone. “But not that hard.”
I maybe would have responded, if I had felt the slightest bit at ease. But I felt like I might start to cum all over the place any second now. And having my hands on my penis to cover it wasn’t helping the situation. I was halfway between the corner and the women waiting on the cans. I let go of my penis. I didn’t care that they could see – they have already seen it and weren’t running away. I just couldn’t bear the embarrassment of suddenly erupting with cum, in the middle of the street, in front of these young women.
“Yeah man!” shouted the blonde, even louder this time. She must have been pleased to see me give up on the thought of covering myself.
I stopped again.
“Shhh Marcy,” the dark haired woman exclaimed in a strained whisper. “Keep it down. We don’t want someone else coming out here.”
“Way to go Vicki, tell him my name,” giggled Marcy.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands; I can’t even remember where I put them. I remember smiling, probably out of embarrassment. The women resumed their soft applause. As I approached them I worked my way to the center of the street to keep some distance, and finally I was past them.
“Nice Ass!” Marcy shouted.
“Shhh Marcy, shhh!” Vicki whispered.
Then they both resumed periodic snickers at my predicament.
There was comfort in knowing they were looking at my backside now as I slowly approached the back gate. Just have to open the gate and all this will be over, or so I thought. The back gate was still locked. No sign, but still locked all the same. I pressed hard against the gate, as if trying to walk through the wood, and knocked quietly. I was hoping that Sarah was ready to let me in, but no answer. Sarah was getting a lot better at this game.
I stayed there leaning against the gate with my penis vertical between my stomach and the gate. For a minute or maybe two; I don’t know. What I was quick to realize was that if I didn’t get my penis away from the gate I would surely cum all over myself.
I turned around with my back now against the gate. My penis didn’t drop a bit; it was a cannon on a short fuse. My heart dropped into my stomach though. Marcy and Vicki had left their grandstand seats on the trash cans and were now standing directly in front of me – inches from me. Another couple inches and Marcy would have been up against my penis.
Looking past the intersection, North up Florida Street; were headlights headed our way. It was worse from that direction because Florida Street has the stop sign.
“We’ll hide you,” whispered Marcy. “Just stand still”
Marcy and Vicki turned around, their backs towards me now. Then they backed up against me, sandwiching me between them and the gate, one on each side of my penis. They squeezed in close against me, and against themselves as well. They had me covered to the point where nobody could tell if I was naked or not – but they had my penis sandwiched hard between their firm hips.
Marcy’s bare skin above her shorts was warm and soft yet too! Trying not to cum was positively painful at that point.
“Don’t move,” whispered Marcy, “We don’t want you to jump out in front of a car now do we.”
And the car was there. It had just approached the stop sign getting ready to cross. Just as the car started to move, heading in our direction, Marcy made a sudden move as well. She placed her hand on my penis and slowly pushed it down horizontal. Marcy and Vicki pressed together even tighter at that point, to hold me in place as Marcy let go with her hand. They may have had me covered, but I was sure the head of my penis was showing between them – visible from the street.
The car passed by slowly. I was in such pain trying not to cum, trying to hold it back. I felt I could have shot out a window on that passing car. I was waiting for them to release me, but.
“There’s another one,” whispered Marcy, “Just stay where you are.”
“Got a name?” whispered Vicki. She then pulled my hand around and placed it on her firm stomach just above the waistline of her jeans.
“Yeah, come on and tell us,” Marcy whispered. “You wouldn’t want us to walk away right now would you?” “There appears to be a couple more cars headed our way.”
“Bill,” I barely was able to spit it out.
It was all I could do trying not to cum all over these two young women. As the next car went by slowly Marcy grabbed my other hand and pulled it flat against her firm, warm, bare stomach. Then she slid it a couple inches into the waist of her shorts – enough I could tell she didn’t have any underwear on. I could tell she was clean shaven. It did help to take my mind off the inevitable eruption.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Bill,” whispered Marcy.
Vickie pulled up her t-shirt a bit and pushed my hand into the waist of her jeans as well. They both shave.
“Yeah, you sure know how to make a good first impression,” whispered Vicki.
The next car went by real slowly. Unlike the others it was an open jeep with four teenagers – two guys and two girls. The guys stared, hopefully just admiring the fact I was standing there with my hands in the pants of two beautiful women at once. As hard as they stared I wondered again if the head of my penis was showing.
“Must be a tennis game ending,” whispered Vicki. ‘The courts are a block over.”
I was thinking to myself that was the source of the lights down Olivia Street, West towards downtown. I had to stay focused – don’t cum now. Then I heard a familiar sound. It was the click of the deadbolt on the gate. But another car, the last car, was approaching. I couldn’t move, not yet.
It seemed to take an eternity for that last car to make it’s way through the intersection and head our way. Sarah must have been wondering as well.
“Bill, are you coming?” Sarah inquired rather loudly from the other side of the gate.
“Not yet!” shouted Marcy. She immediately started laughing.
Marcy and Vicki both pushed my hands, already in their pants, deep down to their crotches – they were both soaking wet.
“He should have by now!” shouted Vicki.
The last car was just passing by. Sarah unlatched the gate and started pulling it open – hiding behind the gate as she pulled it open wide. If my penis wasn’t pressed between Marcy and Vicki I probably would have fell in.
“I guess you gotta go,” whispered Marcy.
“Maybe we’ll see you again,” whispered Vicki.
I slowly pulled my rock hard penis out from between Marcy and Vicki – it felt so good, like a long stroke, especially against Marcy’s bare skin. As I reached the point of freedom my penis popped up to my stomach it was so hard. I was about to turn and get in the gate when Marcy and Vicki each gave me a kiss on the cheek nearest them.
Then as I turned they each gave me a swat on the rear, again the cheek nearest them.
A couple of steps and I was back in the yard. Sarah quickly pushed the gate shut and locked the deadbolt. Then, from outside the fence we heard.
“Bye Bill!” shouted Vicki.
“It was really nice seeing you!” shouted Marcy.
Sarah gave me a long stare – her face appeared cold at that moment.
“Make some new friends on your short outing, did you?” inquired Sarah. “It appears you had a good time.” She stated as she looked down – my penis still hard against my stomach.
At that point Sarah began to laugh.
“He had a great time!” shouted Marcy.
Then we could here Marcy and Vicki laughing as they must have been making their way down the street. The laughter was getting distant.
“We better do something about that,” Sarah whispered as she was pointing to my penis. “Go back over to your lounger by the pool. I’ll be there in just a second.”
I was halfway to the chair when she added.
“And, don’t you dare cum!” Sarah shouted.
I could again hear familiar laughter, this time from the front side. Marcy and Vicki must have turned the corner onto Olivia Street and overheard Sarah’s last line from behind the front fence.
I sat down on the edge of the lounger to wait – even if I was still about to explode with cum, at least my heart wasn’t pounding as much.
Sarah didn’t take long at all. Quickly she returned with a tray of stuff from the kitchen – still naked.
“I’m rather enjoying this domination stuff,” Sarah stated quietly. “I want you to get off the chair, now.”
“Now, kneel there,” she said as she pointed to a spot a couple feet in front of the chair. “Facing the chair”
I did as I was instructed. I stood there on my knees, rock hard. The only thing on my mind was – she’s going to have me do her first? My penis was definitely doing the thinking at this point.
“Good!” “Now bury your head in the lounger, and spread your legs!” she ordered.
“Wider!” she shouted.
She gave me about a minute to figure out what was about to happen. My head was in the lounger, my ass up in the air, and my legs spread apart. My scrotum was hanging in the open from behind, but my penis was still rock solid against my stomach about to burst. Was she picking this time to start practicing spankings – something she, nor I, was really much interested in.
I could hear her behind me but I couldn’t see what she was up to. I felt her hand on one of my cheeks, gently rubbing it as if surveying a target. But then, she reached up from behind, grabbed my penis with her thumb and index finger, and slowly pulled my penis down aiming it directly at the ground.
“Hold very still! She ordered. “Don’t move!”
I could hear Sarah trying to remove something from the tray she brought from the kitchen. Sarah was still holding my penis lightly with her thumb and finger. As she reached for the tray she placed the side of her face in the small of my back. Finally she reached what she wanted – she lifted her face from my back.
“I mean it, now, don’t move!” she stated firmly.
I couldn’t figure out what she was planning. Suddenly she grabbed my penis with her whole hand – a firm grip. I heard a tinkling noise. Ohhhh! Sarah lifted something with ice up and shoved half my penis into the ice. The shock of the cold sent electric shocks through my body from my knees to my hands.
Don’t move!” she repeated firmly.
Just as quickly she plunged my hot penis into the ice she removed the ice and yanked on my penis. Sarah’s hand didn’t move she just yanked like she wanted to pull it off. Another wave of electric shocks and I was trembling at the knees. Again with the ice, and another hard yank. A third time with the ice and one more yank – that was it.
My body was shaking all over and I couldn’t breathe. Cum was shooting out of me – one violent spurt after another. The cum just wouldn’t stop as I continued to heave and spurt. Sarah was slowly, gently, yanking my penis with one hand, working with the rhythm of the heaves and spurts – all the time keeping it vertical for some reason. With the other hand she massaged my balls gently, encouraging them to continue. Never before has it been like this.
Finally I stopped, but I couldn’t move from this spot.
“Thank you!” Sarah stated with a high and unusually giddy tone.
She swatted me on my behind making a sharp crack noise.
“Go sit in your chair again,” she continued “you must be exhausted.”
I couldn’t speak. I crawled ever so slowly up into the lounger and turned over. I slid the rest of the way back, collapsed against the back of the chair and spread my legs to place my feet on the deck. I was spent.
Sarah sat down on the deck along side my chair, now facing me with her arm on my armrest. She stared at me for a moment. Maybe she wanted to ask what happened outside the gate – she never did, though. She had a big grin on her beautiful face; it was a look of accomplishment. Sarah knew she had succeeded in giving me a thrill, and evening, I’ll never forget.
“Here, I made you a margarita while you were taking out the trash.” Sarah stated gleefully. “I told you I had something to do in the kitchen.”
She handed me a large margarita from the kitchen tray. I couldn’t speak yet, but I managed a smile for her, and took a sip. Sarah rested her head on her arm and gazed back at me with that big grin still on her lovely face.
I glanced up at the neighbors 2nd floor kitchen window, as my head fell back against the back of the lounger to relax. I saw Marcy, Vicki, and two other young women huddled together staring out the little window. When they noticed I had spotted them they waved, then shortly afterwards they disappeared from view. They probably watched the whole thing, but I never told Sarah. She had her back to them the whole time, and I didn’t want her to start wearing that wrap again.
Sarah then held up her glass – one with ice that was filled with an incredible amount of cum. I couldn’t believe all that came from me – no way. She then grabbed a small shot glass with dark brown sweet smelling liquor in it – I recognized it as some of the Kahluah we bought yesterday. She poured the Kahluah in the glass of ice and cum and swirled it around with her finger.
“I just needed one ingredient for my cum and Kahluah,” she blurted out trying not to giggle as she spoke.
Coleen is a writer, photographer and film maker at Wasteland and Sssh.com.
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