Message-ID: <49508asstr$1003349404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <cupasoup@pele.cx> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20041017123555.GA19872@pele.cx> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Disposition: inline User-Agent: Mutt/1.5.6+20040523i From: "Jack C. Lipton" <cupasoup@pele.cx> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 07:35:55 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} RP/RV The Grim Peeper (MF voy exhib rom) Lines: 354 Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 16:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/49508> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, newsman Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net> Title: The Grim Peeper Universe: Almost Reality Summary: Halloween wakeup call Keywords: MF voy? exhib? rom Revision: $Revision: 1.7 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: RCS: $Id: grimpeeper.x,v 1.7 2004/10/16 16:56:59 jcl Exp jcl $ The Grim Peeper by Jack C Lipton I'd heard that Halloween is more popular than Christmas with paedophiles because that's the day they can get free home delivery. Now I've still no interest in children as sexual partners but doing the trick-or-treat thing now, only six months since I'd lost my wife and children to a divorce that had blind-sided me was not my idea of having fun. I probably should have seen the divorce coming since we'd not had any romantic interludes in the preceding year and previous sexual interludes had been both infrequent and unenthusiastic. The decay of intimacy in what I saw as my marriage "contract" had been an item of evidence that had bothered me but which I'd decided to ignore. She'd apparently moved fast; she'd re-married within two weeks of the divorce decree to a man who lived out of state. Before I knew it (or could stop it) my wife and both of my children were gone and out of reach. I'd retained the house but my 401K had been drained. I even had less furniture than I'd had when single, too. I did still have my work to engage my mind and I'd needed to lose weight anyway. At least her re-marriage relieved me of paying any kind of alimony. Here I was a 33 year old geek with an empty house. My neighbors were nice enough to me but the weight of my loss and the feeling of being a loser because of how I'd been handled did not help me in caring to socialize. My lawyer had pushed me to require paternity tests given the huge amount of child support my ex-wife wanted; when the tests came back indicating that I'd not provided the sperm for either one, well, my lawyer was competent enough to shoot down her child support suit and was working that as evidence to get the financials renegotiated. I didn't hold out much hope since I just wanted to forget how badly I'd been used and abused by her. So Halloween wouldn't be a happy occasion for me so soon but I shopped for the neighborhood kids and set things up so I could entertain any callers. That evening I stayed in the recliner closest to the front door with my laptop computer, the power and cat5 cables strung over the side. Each time the doorbell was rung I'd get up and provide candy for my visitors. It wasn't all that comfortable emotionally but I'm smart enough to avoid pissing off the pranksters in the neighborhood. It's a bitch to feel like the pranksters could extort this kind of expense, but, hey, it happens. Everything went as it normally would until 8:45 when all hell broke loose. OK, so hell didn't really break loose, but it was no longer a normal evening, either, Halloween or not. There were three kids at the door which included an adult size girl who was wearing a mask over her eyes and a long jacket. I recognized them as the kids of the next-door neighbor, the oldest girl Bonnie with her youngest two brothers. I recall Max, her father, tell me she was majoring in nursing at the local college. I figured she was not all that happy to be escorting her youngest brothers but I'd been noticing her a lot more lately over the last year, which piqued my curiosity. I'd also been doing my best to _not_ "see" her, given our difference in ages. While the other kids were concentrating on me, Bonnie decided to try stopping my heart and damn near succeeded. She used the simple expedient of opening her jacket to burn the image of her naked body, sporting a heart-shaped pubic puff, into my brain. I believe I'll be seeing that image in my head until the day I die. My mouth went instantly dry as I thought "So close and yet so far." Even though she covered herself before her brothers could look back at her after my reaction to this vision. I stood there still in shock, my mouth hanging open. Her brothers looked confused; apparently they'd had no idea of what she'd done. She smiled at me as her younger siblings started to leave. "See you later, Uncle Ken," Bonnie told me, smiling, as she left, walking back to her house, away from her brothers. I stood there, staring after her, slowly realizing she was swaying more than merely walking. That I could tell despite the long jacket meant she was working at it. The flash of nudity left me stunned. Her walk back to her parents' house was more impressive; she stopped to look at me and smiled, saying "Keep an eye out for me, won't you Kenny?" Not quite a statue, I nodded politely, not having enough brain cells operating to know what she meant at that moment. This event left me with a lot to think about and so I spent the rest of the evening in something of a daze. Once traffic dropped off close enough to zero that I could confidently turn off the porch light and lock up my house, I went directly to my bedroom and got ready for bed. And that's when I realized something that I'd been avoiding: my bedroom faced Bonnie's house. On a lark I turned out my lights and opened my blinds enough to see out clearly. In adjusting the venetian blinds, I discovered they hadn't been set for maximum privacy. So someone could have been looking in. I had no idea how long this could have been the case; I didn't tend to adjust the blinds and the amount of dust I disturbed in opening them up told me that I'd neglected adjusting-- much less cleaning-- them longer than I'd thought. Across the side yard was another window, it's blinds letting me see in just as mine would have, all lit up, letting me see into the room beyond where I saw Bonnie. She was naked still. Details weren't all that obvious but I could tell her dark puff of hair was being aired out. Her long brown hair was tied back again into a pony tail. I stood by my window, peeping into her room. I saw her make short glances in my direction before she stood in front of the window and her hands were put to work. There was no doubt in my mind over what she was doing; I could tell she was masturbating. Her hands worked furiously and her eyes would close occasionally and her head rolled. If there was ever an example of a woman feeling pleasure I was finally seeing it. Now my experience with my ex-wife did not include much in the way of climaxes for her, and, no matter what I'd done, didn't seem to bring her off at all. That led me to believe that female orgasms were few and far between. My wife's problems had, I thought, helped explain our long droughts. I was watching a very young woman touching herself and could watch what looked like an orgasm as she almost collapsed. Bonnie soon moved to the bed... which left her visible to me from the waist down. It had been a long time since I'd last felt interested in sex. Seeing an attractive young woman exhibiting herself for me as I peeped was exciting and my realized my dick had hardened for the first time in months. I looked down at the tent in my skivvies now visible in the light filtering in from Bonnie's bedroom, surprised to see it again. It felt good. The period of self-examination ended suddenly when the phone rang. My erection vanished almost instantly as I walked to the phone and picked it up. The panting on the phone didn't make sense until I heard her say, "Like the show, Kenny?" Bonnie continued to puff a bit as I could hear her calming down. "Yes, I did, Bonnie. I don't understand, though. Why?" It took a bit for her to catch her breath fully and be able to talk. "I've wanted you for a long time. I've seen you, you know, I've been watching you, too. I get turned on just thinking about you, but you kept seeing me as a little girl, like when you and Karen moved into the neighborhood." We'd moved into the neighborhood 11 years before, when Bonnie was still only 10. This brought back memories both good and bad for me, but then the idea that this girl thirteen years my junior found me attractive distracted me from my pursuit of sad memories, so I sat on my bed, even more stunned than I'd been when she flashed me from my front porch. All I could do was go "Huh?" in my confusion. "I've seen you naked through your blinds plenty of times. After some of the boys I've been with, uh, well, I want you." My own breathing must've stopped. This was impossible. Not only had my wife of twelve years bailed on me but neither of the children I'd raised were mine. What would Bonnie want with a burn-out like me? My response wasn't all that lucid, starting with "Bu... Bu... Bu..." and not settling down before she spoke again, taking the lead. "Look, Kenny, I looked up to you a lot, you were always nice to me, even as a little girl. I know that you're imperfect even though I used to idolize you. And now I get so upset seeing you looking sad, too." "Bonnie", I finally had some breath to answer, despite the Red Alert klaxon running in my head, "thank you, but, I'm a lot older than you. Your folks will be really pissed off if we get together, too. So, Bonnie, for your sake, you need to find someone closer to you in age." I heard the intake of breath and I realized I'd just made a big mistake, confirmed with her next comment: "You're only thirteen years older than me, Kenny. And I've heard my folks talking about you, wishing that you weren't unhappy. Besides, don't you want me?" My sigh must've confused her. "I'd have to be dead to not want you. I've seen co-workers, many even older than me, drool on seeing girls even a quarter as good looking as you are. Just because I'd want to jump you if I could doesn't mean that I *should*. And it's not just sex, either. But, listen, you really need someone who's not as scorched as I am." The knocking on my window surprised me. Leaving my lights off I walked over and looked out... and saw Bonnie standing there with a cordless phone. Her voice came through the phone and the window: "Let me in." One does not argue with a woman using the tone of voice she just did. I agreed and went to the back door where I let in the still nude young woman. When we walked back into my bedroom I turned the blinds to full privacy, making sure all of the windows were covered in the same way, before turning on the light. I stood there in a t-shirt and boxers and eyed the goddess standing in my bedroom. Without any orders from central command, my dick decided to salute the second naked woman I'd ever been this close to. Once central command realized this mutinous response it turned my face red, and I tried to turn away from her. Before I got far I found my face between her hands, turning me back to face her, our breath suddenly mingling. My hands moved first, another mutiny, pulling this fine specimen of femininity towards me and we were suddenly kissing. Karen and I had kissed often enough and I thought that was all there was. I learned different this night. There was nothing held back from this woman and she accepted all that I gave her back. This did teach me more about my dead relationship than I really wanted to know, but I'd put off thinking about it until Bonnie was done kissing me. She didn't finish kissing me until I was effectively naked, and it was only a short pause to get my t-shirt off. When we resumed kissing there was a lot of skin to skin contact. Bonnie was so very different from Karen despite both being female. Karen was far more generously female in form (in terms of her development) than Bonnie could hope for but I discovered that Bonnie was far more a complete person and my own desire overwhelmed central command. I stopped for a moment to say "Bonnie, I love you. I know I shouldn't, but I do love you." Her reply of "Oh, Kenny, I love you too, so much!" helped me to make the next decision. I pushed a very cooperative Bonnie onto the bed and I was the one to match our parts together, in between our furious kisses. When we were as close as two people could be it felt... It is strange to have a problem describing a completely new experience like this; it was like we were each part of the same person, that my soul was incomplete until it met hers and merged. No sensation like this had ever happened with Karen. Was this "true love"? Our love-making took quite a while given the pauses we took to stop, look, talk and listen. Bonnie was never silent for long in all of this, willing to tell me what she liked and even making suggestions for little experiments. I was soon contributing, learning that she'd never laugh at me while we were doing this. In the back of my mind I could almost hear my therapist taking notes, making positive comments about how I was feeling. It's also interesting how Zoloft can slow down my orgasm. Bonnie came more than once, thrilling me, but it took quite a bit of stroking to bring myself off. Bonnie's multiple orgasms, thanks to the side defect of anorgasmia that the antidepressant provided, did wonders for me. It allowed me to feel like I was not bringing pain to her. That her orgasms left her almost completely limp and "fucked out" by the time I finished helped my male ego, especially given my own sense of exhaustion. I managed to move us around so that I could spoon her, wrapping this precious young woman in my arms, and kissed her upper back, neck and shoulders. I heard a half-asleep whisper of "Thank you, Kenny. I love you." I echoed this and fell headlong into asleep. My dreams that Halloween Night were no longer filled with monsters, lawyers, judges or even my ex-wife; my dreams all included Bonnie, and they were all happy. When I woke up, just before she did, I knew that I'd want to keep her in my life. ---------------------------------------------------- The next Halloween we had our infant son with us; it also marked one of our anniversaries. Bonnie thought it was the more important of the two, even though there were only four days between them. -- Jack C Lipton | cupasoup at pele dot cx | http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Leadership deals with maximizing gains; Management is all about minimizing losses. 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