Look but don't Touch

My name’s Carrie, and I was 18 before I began to explore my sexuality. When I say that, I don’t mean trying out the pool to see if I liked girls or boys, I was pretty darn sure I was straight. I mean before I began to delve into my sexual side, when I realized what the things were that got me turned on. I was a little bit of a late bloomer, almost every girl at school had lost their virginity, I hadn’t even gotten to second base. It wasn’t that I’m a dog or anything. I went to an all girl school, and wasn’t allowed to go to any parties. I had no way of meeting guys and it sucked. I didn’t fit the perfect social stereotype either. I wasn’t a scrawny stick with no waist. I had an hour glass figure, hips, boobs and brown hair. It made me really self conscious and I had a lot of trouble even trying to speak to guys.

But that’s not what my story is about. I lived next door to Mr Horan; a middle aged man that had a thing for teenage girls, we knew because the one time I tried to have a pool party he kept starring over into our yard from his second story window. It freaked us all out and the party was a failure. Mr Horan became a pervert legend, and I was the girl who lived next to him. Everyone pitied me and made constant jokes about how he must stare through his window trying to get a glimpse of me and my sisters. For a long time it freaked me out. When I graduated from high school I had a lot of time on my hands. I’d go to uni of course, but that was only certain days of the week, I didn’t have a job and despite the relaxation I was indulged with, I still got bored.

Being an 18 year old virgin I also found myself extremely sexually frustrated, in other words really, really horny. I’d never really touched myself before and I had no idea how to get off. I can’t recall the day or what time of day it was, but I remember feeling like I had to do something about how hot I was. I was so horny, and I was getting really wet. I stripped off my clothes and stood in the room. I was completely naked and breathing heavily. It still wasn’t enough, there was no risk. I was naked and no one was there to see it. I wanted someone to see it, I wanted someone to see me and like what they saw. I couldn’t help it, I needed my heart to beat that little bit faster. I opened my door. No one was home, no one would know. There were windows all along the sides of my house, someone could easily see in. I walked outside my room and stood in front of that window, the thrill that someone would see me was intoxicating. I was dripping wet, it was running down my thighs and my chest was heaving.

But it wasn’t enough, it was the middle of the day and no one was home. Then I thought about Mr Horan and got really excited. What if I stood in view of his upstairs window? The idea that he would see me sent chills down my spine, but I wasn’t disgusted, far from it. I walked past the first window and stood before the large glass door with the view into Mr Horan’s window. I could see into his room and he wasn’t there. But just knowing it was his room was enough. I began to fantasize. What if he saw me? There was no doubt he’d enjoy it, he’d get off on it. He’d probably groan and touch himself. I moaned at the thought. It became an obsession, I had a schedule of when I use to stand in front of Mr Horan’s window, it was in that time on a Tuesday, before my mother, father or sisters got home. He had never seen me but my fantasy was all I needed. Afterward I would have a shower and cool off, the feeling would be gone and I realize the shame of it all, but regardless I’d get hot sometime again and find myself in front of that glass door. About a month later, I found myself once more, panting, naked and hot in front of the window.

I was begging him to come into the room, begging for him to see me. I did not actually expect him to. The door inside his house opened and Mr Horan entered the room. My heart stilled, when Mr Horan the middle aged, hair receding, slight beer gut handy man set his eyes on me from his room. He froze where he stood. I was panicking now, the heat was gone. I was terrified and ashamed and yet I could not move. I was naked and he was starring at me. Openly starring at me. His eyes ran all over my body, taking me all in. My bare skin, my breasts, my pussy. He starred at me, and then a feral grin swept across his face. When he moved forward the spell was broken and I ran from the room as fast as I could. I had never been more ashamed in my life. I felt disgusting. I expected him to call my mother and say what a disgusting child I was and how I should behave myself properly. But no call came, I was nervous the entire week but nothing happened. I was lying in bed one night when I remembered that feral grin and realized why. He did like seeing me, my young body, bared in front of him. If he didn’t call my mother…perhaps he wanted me to do it again. He wanted to see me again. I began to get hot again thinking about it. I knew that I would do it again. I had to.

That next Tuesday I stood in front of that huge glass door, in my clothes this time and looked to see if Mr Horan was there. He was. He was standing right in front of his window and he when he saw me he gave me that same feral smile. My heart was pounding and I hesitated do I go upstairs and come back naked? Would he go away if I left thinking I wasn’t going to do anything? I was wearing a pleated mini skirt and a t-shirt. It wouldn’t take much to get them off. I was so hot. I had to do it. I reached down and lifted my shirt up over my head. I couldn’t bare to look up to see if he was there. I just continued to undress. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. It came off, my breasts were already firm, the buds rosy and pink. I took a deep breath and looked up at the window. To my shock Mr Horan was no longer there. I was crushed. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he’s calling the police?! I stood there confused for a while horrible possibilities running through my head. When I noticed rustling in our bushes. We didn’t have a fence between our house and Mr Horan’s, just a hedge, which had grown incredibly large and difficult to get through. Mr Horan must have been motivated because he managed to push through those trees and stand in front of my window. I was shocked again. There was nothing between us but two meters and a glass door (locked of course).

He starred at my naked breasts, as they moved with my breathing. He was panting. I studied Mr Horan. Not much to look at, I wasn’t attracted at all, that’s what gave me the pleasant shiver up my spine. It’s what turned me on. He looked up into my eyes and realized that I wasn’t going to stop. He would see me up close. He would see everything. I had shaved my pussy last night excited for this day, and I found myself increasingly glad I did. I took a deep breath and I reached up my skirt and slipped my panties to the floor. Mr Horan watched intently, that grin constantly on his face. I slid my hand down my stomach and touched the zipper on my skirt. I slid it down slowly, than slipped my skirt off my hips, it fell to the floor. I was completely bared before Mr Horan. He could see everything, his eyes shifted to my shaved, naked pussy and they stayed there. His boner very obvious in his pants. I could hear him groan and I got even more excited. So I moved slightly, standing with my legs parted a little, so he got a better view. He licked his lips and I shivered. Knowing that he would give anything to touch me. He reached for the door handle but it was locked and I shook my head at him. He could only look, never touch. He pulled more harshly on the door.

‘This is how it works,’ I said to him through the door, although I don’t know how I managed to speak back then, no doubt my voice was shaking ‘I’ll bare myself to you, but you can only look. You can never touch me. Okay? Only looking or nothing at all.’
Mr Horan shook his head.
‘No way, I want to touch you, I have to touch you. Want you so bad, wanna fuck you,’ he spoke and I shivered at his words.
‘Nope, that’s not gonna happen. I said with my hands on my hips. You can watch, or get nothing. I’ll put my clothes back on and you’ll never see this again,’
He stared at me seriously contemplating what he was going to do.
‘You don’t want to see my hot, wet, quivering young body? Bare and shaking, my virginal hot body, wet for you eyes?’ I asked.
‘Okay,’ he said ‘I won’t touch,’
I nodded.
‘Then what would you like me to do?’ I asked him.
‘Touch yourself, oh god please touch yourself,’ he said to me.

I ran my hand over my breast and rubbed the nipple bending to his command. He watched as he groaned and tilted my head back, as I grasped my breasts and teased them. He was practically salivating. I loved it.
For a month that was all I did. And his courtesy of ‘please touch yourself’ or ‘oh god yes please’ vanished. And what came next was even better. I decided to take it further.
I stood naked before him again, legs slightly parted for a view of my pussy, hands rubbing over my breasts. I stopped suddenly and smiled at him. He really was ugly like this, he looked feral and wild, it made me so much hotter.
‘Do you want to see all of me?’ I asked him.
‘Fuck yes!’ he exclaimed ‘I’ve been waiting to see inside your pussy for so god damn long open up for me like the little slut you are,’

I sat down on the coffee table I moved exactly for this purpose. It was hard and perfect for what I had in mind. I moved it close to the door, so close we would be within a meter of each other. So he would be able to see every inch of skin, every freckle. I sat on that coffee table (a towel draped over it), and sat back. I raised my legs in front of me and slowly spread them apart. Mr Horan reached forward and pressed his hands against the glass. I spread my legs further and further until they were spread as wide as they would go. Mr Horan was staring at me so intently. Starring at my naked and open pussy, seeing everything, all that was me, spread open for him. A drop of my wetness ran down the inside of my parted pussy and onto the towel of the coffee table. Mr Horan groaned and slowly licked the glass of my door.

‘That’s it you filthy slut spread em wide for me yes. Such a filthy whore, so wet, so hot, wanna fuck you so bad. Want ram my cock inside your heat, pump into you, wanna slamn into you. Want to fuck you so hard against that table,’
I reached down and ran my finger softly over the lips of my pussy, than ran it up the inside, gathering wetness on my finger, I shivered in delight. Mr Horan unzipped the front of his jeans and freed his erection. It was the most hideous thing I’d ever seen. Hairy and fat, red and leaking, it made me want him to fuck me with it. I imagined it entering my body, and slipped my finger inside myself. I moved it in and out, picturing him fucking me. I added another finger, it hurt but I kept going. Mr Horan pumping himself in time as I fucked myself with my fingers. Muttering filthy things at me. I groaned and cried out and worked myself harder. It ended when he orgasmed. I never did, I wouldn’t know how. It hurt too much. I probably wasn’t doing it right, but it was hot.

For a long time this went on, my plan working perfectly. My obsession never faded, every Tuesday I fucked myself while he watched doing the same. I loved that he was a filthy pervert, that his cock had long yearned to be thrusting up inside a teenager, and that I was the one he wanted most. That he would give anything to fuck me, that I would never give it to him. Though sometimes I wanted it more than anything. What would those high school girls think of me now.

On Thursday night months later, our sink went to shit, it was spluttering a coughing up stuff for four days before Mum had had enough. I was watching tv when the door bell rang. I heard mum answer it and talk to someone. Then suddenly mum walked up to me with….Mr Horan behind her. He looked at me behind my mother and gave me that feral grin before it disappeared to smile nicely at my mother.
‘Carrie, Mr Horan is here to fix the sink, Mr Horan do you know my daughter Carrie?’ Mum asked. I wanted to slap her.
‘We’ve met a couple times, nice to see you again Carrie,’
‘Alright, the sink’s over here, I’ve got an work to do in my study, so just come get me when it’s finished,’ Mum explained. I got out of there before mum left us alone. I really didn’t trust him, so I ran into the one room in the house with a lock on the door, the bathroom. I was safe and relaxed a little realizing that I couldn’t that I was hot again. Mr Horan was inside my house, he could have silently fucked me against the wall or against the broken sink. I was getting increasingly turned on, and needed a cold shower. I stripped off and dived under the cold water, I gave up halfway through and switched to hot. Loving the way it increased my pleasure. I began to fantasize again. I didn’t notice the lock being picked until the glass door of the shower opened. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth and shoved against the wall. Pressing his body against mine. He was still wearing clothes but stank of oil. He hissed in my ear.

‘Shush now, wouldn’t want dear mummy to hear would we?’
I struggled but couldn’t speak he muffled my screams I desperately tried to push him off of me.
‘Oh this is no good, I can’t have you fighting me. How about we make a deal, your so fond of those hmm? I just want to touch you, let me touch you and I won’t tell mummy what you’ve been up to, and I won’t try to fuck you now. I promise okay?’
I struggeled against him.
‘Just think about it. Or I’ll fuck you right now. And you’ll have to tell mummy and the police about what you’ve been doing these past weeks. I’ll say it wasn’t rape and then where would you be? Who’d believe a slut like you?’
I cried knowing he spoke the truth.
‘I’m offering you a great deal. Just let me touch you and that’s it, that’s all I’ll take,’ he bargained.
‘That’s it?’
‘That’s it,’
I shivered and nodded. I was so scared.
‘Okay now, turn around,’

I turned toward the shower and braced myself against the wall, he pressed himself up against me from behind. He ran his hands up my stomach and grasped my breasts, he played with them and teased them, I tried desperately not to enjoy, to not get turned on. He was breathing against my ear, he beer gut pressed against my back, he erection against the top of my arse. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my arse, he squeezed it, then his hands stilled. He ran his hand down and touched the beginning of my pussy, I gasped it was so disgusting, perverted old Mr Horan was touching me. I could feel his feral grin. He swept his hands up and ran them down my stomach toward my pussy. He reached the beginning of it, he chuckled. He lightly swept his finger across the slit of my pusssy. He moaned and then pushed his finger into my pussy. It was so disgusting hit fat old fingers touching me. He ran his fingers up and down and over my clitoris, all inside me. He was violating me against my will, he was getting off on just running his ugly fingers inside me while he rubbed his dick against my leg. It was so disgusting and horrible…I was getting so turned on. I was getting wet and hated myself for it. He played with my clitoris and bit into my shoulder, I shuddered. It felt so damn good, it wasn’t long before I was dripping wet.

‘Well, well, it looks like she likes it after all,’ he laughed. He slipped a finger inside me and I couldn’t help it I cried out. His laugh turned into a groan.
‘Give yourself to me, you filthy slut,’
I spread my legs wider, and he pushed his finger in deeper. He pushed himself up tight against me and then pushed me against the wall. He was pressing so hard, he slipped a second finger inside and began to pump them in and out. He reached his other hand forward and rubbed my clitoris.
‘Feel so good, oh yes, so fucking good,’
I writhed and moaned and cried my breasts pushed so hard against the wall they hurt but I didn’t care because he was violating me and I really, really liked it. When he came he left as promised and nothing happened.
That Tuesday, I was already naked when he came into the yard. I spread myself wide on the coffee table. He grinned at me. As if knowing, he reached for the door and it opened. He stepped inside my house and left the door open behind him. The breeze hit my pussy and I moaned.

‘You’re starving for it aren’t you, filthy whore,’
‘Thought you’d want to see me, while you fuck me with your fingers,’ I managed to speak. He walked up to me and sat down on his knees.
‘Oh there’s that, but I want to do something else as well to you,’
He knelt forward so his head was but a few inches from my pussy. He breathed in my arousal and laughed.
‘You’re such a whore,’
He blew on my pussy and I cried out.
He ran his finger along me, and brought it up to his mouth, he sucked my wetness from his finger and groaned.
‘So good,’
‘Just…no fucking alright?’ I asked. He nodded. He placed his hands on the inside of my legs at my knees, as if to keep me from closing them. He leant forward and ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to the top. I threw my head back and moaned. He began to stroke me with his tongue, lapping up my wetness, teasing my clitoris. I cried out his name and was shivering all over from the pleasure. Then he began to fuck me with his tongue I nearly lost it. I tried to push my legs even wider. I began to press against his face, wanting so much more of his tongue. He laughed and pulled away. He took me in, flushed and begging.

‘You taste so good. Just like I thought I young girl would taste like. Never thought one would ever let me do this to them. You’re the filthiest slut I’ve known and I want to fuck you so bad,’
‘N-no,’ I cried. He only swooped back down and began to eat me alive. I screamed and began to move my hips to meet the thrusts of his tongue. He brought up his hand and rubbed my clitoris again. I was loosing it, I was so fucking hot. Suddenly he stopped again. He stripped off his t-shirt and ripped off his pants releasing his hot, fat, red cock. He grabbed my things and held them apart.
‘No!’ I screamed. He only laughed. And manovered himself forward.
‘NO PLEASE!’ I yelled. He pushed himself inside and I screamed in pain. Oh god it hurt. Mr Horan’s fat ugly penis was inside me. He groaned and pushed himself up to the hilt inside me.

‘So wet, so hot, take it all,’ he cried and began to move.
I screamed and cried as he fucked me. The sounds were horrible.
‘You’re so tight. Feel so good,’
He began to move faster and the pain began to fade. His fat thighs were slapping against mine, his chest covered in hair was pressed against me, his saliva was dripping onto my nipple. I felt the familiar hotness rising in me, I was getting wetter, I wrapped my legs around and grasped him.
‘Harder,’
He laughed and began to loose all limitations, the coffee table gave in and we fell to the floor, it hurt but I didn’t care, neither did he. We kept going, he kept fucking, harder and harder. He slamned inside me again and again, pounding me. I released my tight grip around him and tried to spread my legs wide, he reached deeper within me and I screamed. It was soo good. He was so desperate to be deep inside me. We screamed and he came inside me. I felt his cum deep inside my pussy. And I came.
That was the beginning.