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Subject: {ASSM} Watching and Lusting (voy., M/f, talk)
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.                           Watching and Lusting
                                 by Mandil



This story takes place in a small town on the Northern American
continent and the time when these events occurred was in the early
fifties. Most of what I describe here, I learned by mean of a diary
that I found in the attic of an old house that I bought. I sincerely
believe that everything did really happen exactly as I wrote it since
after a short investigation, I discovered that the people in this
story really did existed and quite a few are still living today. Of
course all the names of the places and of the people have been
changed.


                                  PART 1

Within the last two years, Bobbie had often secretly entered the
cement-blocks warehouse that held the machinery. The dry cleaning
business actually consisted of two separate buildings connected by a
wide passageway. One of the buildings, the one that was situated with
its façade on Reilly Street, was a wooden construction and it was much
older than the other block structure in the back.

The cement blocks building was located just behind the older wooden
one and a part of its back wall was right next along the fence in the
back yard where Bobbie lived.

This building held the dry cleaning machinery and it was also used to
store repair parts,  chemicals and most of the different garments to
be cleaned and pressed. On one side of that building there was a large
metal door that would allow the only truck of the company to enter and
unload its daily collection of clothing from around town.

The office, the bookkeeping and much of the freshly cleaned garments
were kept in the wooden structure in front of the larger cement block
building.

Mr. Steven, the owner of the small dry cleaning business, was assisted
by his wife working with him in the office during the day. While she
took care of the bookkeeping as well as the clients that came in to
pick their freshly dry-cleaned clothing, the company's two permanent
employees would be busy with the cleaning and pressing of the clothing
items inside the blocks building.

Most of the time, during the day at least, Mr. Steven was on the road
in his truck collecting the different items to be clean from his
regular clients.

In the wall, about twelve feet further from the large metal door and
almost completely hidden by tall bushes, was a small square door which
at one time had been used to unload the truck. It seemed rather more
of a hole than a door since its dimensions were three feet to a side
and it was placed at waist height. It had soon been discovered, once
the building had been built, that the small door was not very
practical, especially in wintertime.

So Mr. Steven had condemn it and to replace it he had built the larger
door through which he could drive his truck inside the building and
unload his collection of clothing while inside the warehouse.

Even though the small door was no longer used, it was still there and
only a lock prevented anyone from opening it and getting inside the
building. But since it was well hidden by the overgrowth along the
length of the fence, Mr. Steven had simply forgotten about it.

The lock had been broken a few years earlier by Bobbie and his two
friends when they had been looking for a place to smoke in peace
without being discovered. Bobbie had only been thirteen then and now
two years later, he still went inside the cement blocks building,
sometimes to smoke and sometimes just to think while hiding from his
parents.

In those days, it was not proper in Lakeview for someone to smoke
before the age of eighteen, and to make matters worst, neither of
Bobbie's parents smoked. Therefore it was extremely important for him
that no one should catch him smoking and this is the reason that when
he felt an urge to smoke and when he knew that the warehouse was
empty, he went there to smoke.

 Discipline and the moral values of the citizens of Lakeview were not
as loose as they are today, this plus the fact that his parents were
very strict in matters of church values made things even harder for
Bobbie.

It should be mentioned here that Lakeview, being a town of just over
five thousands souls and situated far from all the big centres - the
closest large town was Bridgetown which was over a hundred miles away
- made it a special place in its own category. Worst still, Lakeview
was almost a completely  all-Catholic community and most of the town
activities were either directly or indirectly under the control and
leadership of the Catholic Church.

In the town itself, the church was by far the tallest building while
the presbytery standing next to it, was the second most impressive
structure with its three stories in height. All the activities of the
community were therefore totally under the control of the two dozens
or so priests, not to mention the many nuns and Christian brothers
that made up a large portion of the teaching staff of the town two
schools.

So one had to be on his guard as to what one did and what one said in
Lakeview, and this was even more so for the young people of Bobbie's
age. To be caught smoking at fifteen was almost unthinkable. So 
whenever he felt an urge to have a puff or two Bobbie had to make sure
that no adult would see him.

 As for going out with girls or kissing before one was of age - at
least eighteen - was worst even. To kiss a girl in the heat of passion
was considered a great sin, it was also a lack of respect for the girl
as well as for her parents. Of course, every adult in Lakeview was a
potential spy and once an unbecoming action or conduct was reported to
the proper authorities, in this case it could be a teacher or a
priest, it was only a matter of hours before the offender's parents
were informed of the bad deed.

I you were living in Lakeview in those days, you had to comply with
the code of ethic of the majority or live elsewhere. Shorts - for
girls or boys - were tolerated only on the beach, while on the town
streets, girls wearing slacks or jeans were frown upon.

Obedience to the authorities was a must at all time. Of course the
highest of these authorities were the priests then the many brothers
and nuns. The child's parents came only after these in degrees of
importance. Bobbie still remembered - from the days he was only twelve
- the Mitchell's, a family that had come from Pine Valley to live in
Lakeview.

They were not catholic, but since they had been living on a farm a few
miles outside of the town, the head of the parish priests hadn't made
too much of a fuss when they had moved in. But when Nancy Bolden
turned out to be pregnant from the eldest of the Mitchell's sons, it
made a big scandal and the whole town talked of nothing else for a few
weeks. Soon after it became common knowledge about Nance's condition, 
the Mitchell's had to move to another town since no one in Lakeview
would dare do business or talk to them. As for Nancy Bolden, she was
never seen after that, even if her family did remained in Lakeview.

 Now that school was over for the summer and that Bobbie's two friends
had found themselves a job, - Jack was working at Paul's Market while
Rodney was helping his father with his plumbing business - most of the
time he was alone and on that warm early summer evening he had gone
for a smoke in the cool and quiet interior of the warehouse just at
the end of the back yard of his house.

 He was stretched on the wooden boxes that held the metal containers
in which the chemicals were stored. He was smoking or course and just
relaxing when all of a sudden the large metal door began to slide
aside.

He hurriedly put out his cigarette and he hid himself behind the
single row of boxes. A few seconds late, he heard then saw Mr.
Steven's small truck being driven inside the warehouse.

This was a change in Mr. Steven's habits. Usually his panel truck
would remain at the back of his house until early morning when he
would unload it in the warehouse.

Next there was the sound of voices as the lights were turned on. After
that he heard the thunderous closing of the large warehouse door
sliding shut. He could tell that one of the voices was that of a
female, and a young one at that. Bobbie then heard giggling from the
female voice and at the same time he thought that he could detect a
lot of nervousness in the manner in which she often laugh. He then
became very curious as to whom the owner of the girl voice could be.

Bobbie was now trap inside the warehouse, he knew that he wouldn't be
able to leave from his hiding place until the lights were off and Mr.
Steven and the young girl were gone. But he was in no particular hurry
and since it was just about seven in the evening, he still had a
couple of hours ahead of him before he was expected home.

He thus made himself as comfortable as possible where he was behind
the large boxes and he sat on the cement floor in such a way as to be
able to see what was going on through the space of two adjacent boxes.
He watched Mr. Steven returning to the van after having closed the
sliding door and then from the other side he saw a shy-looking young
girl slowly walking toward him.

Yes he new her, she was Linda Parker. Her father was working at the
bank and she had a brother that was about Bobbie's age and two sisters
who were older than she was. Linda was a little less than a year
younger than her brother who was fifteen just like Bobbie.

He had always though of her as being somewhat plain even though she
did have a pleasant enough face. She was quite tall for her age too
and furthermore she had a body that did shown promises of being
athletic in a few years. At that moment she was wearing a knees-length
brown skirt that hung loosely around her already rather womanly hips.
A yellow blouse with short sleeves was tucked inside her skirt at the
waist.

Like most girls of those days, she was wearing ankles length, white
cotton socks with blue and white shoes, which were in fashion at the
time. While Mr. Steven got busy opening the back doors of the van, she
just stood next to him as if she didn't know what to do exactly. Once
both doors were wide opened, he turned and walked toward a cart, - it
had a horizontal bar running parallel to it which was about five feet
high - which was in a corner, he then rolled it back near the back of
the van.

For the next minute or so, Bobbie heard him explaining to Linda what
she was to do with the clothing and how to separate the different
garments. He then got inside the back of the van and he proceeded to
pass the different items to Linda.

At that moment it occurred to Bobbie that Linda must have been hired
for the summer to help him. How odd, he told himself. Why hire a girl
when there were many boys that would have been more than happy to work
for him. Not that Bobbie would have wanted the job, his father had
enough money and there were no need for him to work during the summer,
beside he didn't feel very enthusiasm about working when there was no
school.

Once the van was empty of its content, about fifteen minutes later,
Mr. Steven got out and he and Linda began to talk. Bobbie heard him
make a few jokes about some of the odd looking pieces of clothing
hanging on the bar of the cart and they also talked about other
frivolous matters. From their conversation, Bobbie was able to learn
that indeed Linda had been hired to take care of Mrs. Steven's
two-year-old baby during the afternoon while she was working with her
husband. When Linda wouldn't be taking care of the baby she would be
helping him in the warehouse.

It took them another fifteen minutes to tag and sort everything once
it was hanging on the support of the rack. As they did so Mr. Steven
made more jokes and sometimes Bobbie watched him place his hand on
Linda's shoulder just like a father would do to his son or daughter.
But she was not his daughter and somehow Bobbie knew that Linda's
parents wouldn't approve of his familiarities with their daughter.

At last everything was tagged and registered properly and they got
ready to leave by mean of the side entrance and thus leaving the van
inside the warehouse. But before he opened the smaller side door, so
as to exit the warehouse, Bobbie saw him take Linda's hand in his own
hand. He then brought it to his mouth and he pressed his lips to it in
a most gallant gesture while he said something to her that Bobbie
could not quite make out.

Bobbie supposed that it had been intended as a theatrical mocking joke
so as to make her laugh. But judging from Linda's reaction, her cheeks
became almost instantly deep red and the way she looked at him
afterward with a childish smile of innocence on her lips, which was
evident that she was both shy and pleased at the same time.

Inexperienced as he was, - so far Bobbie had never even held a girl's
hand - his instinct told him that sooner or later something was going
to happen between Mr. Steven and Linda. After all he had never seen
before, a grown man acting in such a way with a woman and certainly
not with a girl as young as Linda.

 Bobbie had often talked with his friends about girls in general. He
knew what fucking was and he had even seen pictures of naked women in
magazines that were sometimes bought in Bridgetown when one of his
friends happened to go there with his family, but he had yet never
seen a real naked pair of breasts in his life. Both of his sisters
were always very careful at home to hide their bosoms under their
blouse and never once had he been able to steal a glimpse on a half
uncovered pair of tits. So far there had been much talk with his
friends about those females parts, but to him they were still a
mystery.

As he watched them leave the warehouse, he made up his mind then that
he was going to spy on them again the next day and see what would
happen. He had nothing better to do, and who knows he told himself, he
might be able to see Mr. Steven kiss her next time.

While at home that evening, he relived in his mind what he had
witnessed and he became even more convinced that Linda was going to
let Mr. Steven kiss her if he should dare try to do it.

He knew Linda a little since her family lived diagonally just on the
other side of the street and he had even said hello to her a few
times. She was a little less than a year younger than he was but being
tall for her age - she was taller than he was - she did look older
than she actually was. But at the same time she was slim except for
her hips and round bottom.

The more he thought about it, the better he understood why Mr. Steven
seemed to be interested in her. Her face, with her high cheekbones and
thick sensual lips which covered her perfectly white and even teeth,
was not as homely as he had always thought it to be. She had
shoulder-length, dark-brown hair and her big green eyes matched
perfectly with her dark olive-colour skin. This was not to mention her
slim waist, as for her legs he had never seen them.


 He had often seen her laughing while she would play with other girls.
Quite often on those occasions, she would bring one or both of her
hands over her mouth as if in reaction to something naughty that had
just been said. Now that he thought about it, he could understand why
Mr. Steven was paying so much attention to her. She was a rather
attractive girl and her half developed bosom did show all the signs of
a splendid shape to come.

Even then as he was thinking about her, he began to feel his erection
beginning to twitch in the confinement of his pants.

At half past six in early evening the following day, Bobbie was hidden
and waiting for Linda and Mrs. Steven to enter the warehouse. He had
been prudent so as not to be late since it would then have been
impossible for him to get inside. He therefore chose to enter the
warehouse much early that necessary.

As with the previous evening, he saw and heard the large metal door
suddenly being opened then the van drove in. Next Mr. Steven and Linda
both got out of the truck and while Mr. Steven got busy closing the
large door, Linda turned on the lights.

Listening to them talk as they were unloading the van, Bobbie learned
that Linda, after having eaten at her home, had walked to his house
where he was finishing supper and from there they had gone to the
warehouse. Once again Mr. Steven began to make jokes while they were
sorting the different garments. Then all of a sudden, so as to make
her laugh, he took a white slip from the van and he placed it in front
of Linda pretending that she was wearing it. He next asked her if she
was wearing one under her skirt.

"Oh no. I never wear a slip underneath, all of my skirts or dresses
are thick enough and there is no need for me to wear a slip."

"Then what do you wear underneath your skirt?" Said Mr. Steven.

Linda, in one of her typical reaction, brought the flat of her hand
over her mouth in a most childish manner and she began to giggle.
After a few seconds of this she said to him.

"You are not supposed to ask such a question to a girl." 

"There is nothing to it. I know what Denise wear under her skirts." 

Denise was his wife. 

"As a matter of fact, I check every day what she has on, once I even
asked her  to wear nothing underneath her dress and we went for a long
walk while she had nothing underneath."

Linda seemed to find this very amusing as well as shocking and Bobbie
could tell that she was enjoying that sort of talk with Mr. Steven.

"I bet," went on Mr. Steven "that at one time or another you must also
have gone around without panties under your skirt?"

"No. Never. My mother would kill me it I ever did that." 

"But she does not have to find out, and it wouldn't show unless you
turn around so fast that your skirt would lift."

While he said this, he made her spin by pushing on opposite directions
with a hand on each of her shoulders. Her skirt did lift a little as
she fought so as not to loose her balance, but it went just over her
knees and although she pretended to be shocked by what he had done,
she just the same let him make her spin again a few times.

"Stop it," said Linda while laughing, "you are making me dizzy." 

"Well I do believe that you are not wearing any panties, that is why
you want me to stop."

"Of course I am wearing some," she finally answered while he sat on
one of the boxes next to her.

"Is it true about Mrs. Steven? Did she actually went for a walk with
you while she had nothing under her skirt?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die if it's a lie."

 He was now looking at her with eyes that were far from being
fatherly.

"You know," he went on to say to her," you are almost as tall as my
wife Denise. How old are you?"

"I am over fourteen." Bobbie noticed that she had been fast to answer
and she seemed to think of herself almost as an adult.

"My friends say that I could easily pass for a girl of sixteen at
least."

"Well that depend." Said Mr. Steven as he stared at her.

His eyes were now fixed on her bosom, which even if not fully
developed was quite attractive and it appeared rather high on her
chest, as is the case with most young girls. Linda must have noticed
where he was looking and she suddenly cross her arms over her chest.

"That is not fair, I will grow a lot more. Beside, you are not
supposed to look at a girl that way."

She did not say this in anger and it did end with her giggling.  

"Oh I wasn't trying to be insulting. On the contrary, I bet that
Denise's teats are not much bigger than yours."

Bobbie was shocked. Mr. Steven was using bad words in front of her.
Teats was a word that Bobbie would never have though to hear coming
from the lips of a man while talking to a woman and much less talking
to a young girl. But far from being offended, Linda in her typical way
of reacting, placed her hand over her mouth once again, she was now
laughing heartedly as if he had just told her a very funny joke.

It then occurred to Bobbie that if he, or any other boy had talked
thus to her she would certainly have reacted quite differently. Why
was she allowing Mr. Steven to use such language with her, and worst
still why was she encouraging him by her constant laughing and
giggling, thus indicating that she did find  this sort of talk very
funny.

"You are not supposed to talk that way in front of a girl." 

She finally said this after she managed to stop herself from giggling.

"My wife doesn't mind when I talk to her that way. She even likes it
when I squeeze her teats. Here let me show you what she like me to do
to her."

As he pretended to reach out for her; she hurriedly pulled herself
away and she stood up before his hand found her bosom.

"Ah! Ah! I am not your wife," she said to him still laughing,  she
didn't seem to be angry one iota at him.

"This is reserved for my future husband."

 She had gotten up when he had pretended to reach for her and now she
went to sit back where she had been sitting a few seconds earlier.
Bobbie then realized that this kind of talk did seem to excite her a
great deal, the proof of this being her red cheeks combine with her
constant nervous laughing at his many jokes. Mr. Steven was probably
noticing these signs also and it was encouraging him to continue on
this line of talk.

"This is where you are wrong. If you want your bosom to develop
properly you must massage it. If you don't, you will end up looking
like Miss Farrow."

 Bobbie knew who Miss Farrow was. She was an old maid who was living a
couple of houses down the street. She was very thin and ugly; she was
in church almost every morning. Then in a more serious manner, Mr.
Steven went on.

"When I met Denise for the first time, her teats were much smaller
than yours, then when I began to massage them each and every day, they
soon got bigger and much firmer."

 "Did she let you feel them before you were married to her?" 

"Of course she did. This is what a man expects from a woman, and if
the woman loves him, she will allow him to touch her there as often as
he feels like it. Of course you are too young to understand this, but
as I just said, a good massage daily will improve your boobs greatly."

 They were both serious now and Bobbie could see where Mr. Steven was
trying to get and he seemed to be having some degree of success in
getting there.

"My mother would kill me it I should let someone touch my breasts." 

"Yes, like I said you are a little too young yet, but still it would
improve your body appearance a great deal if you did let someone
massage them regularly."

 To Bobbie, hiding there behind the row of boxes, it was so evident to
see what Mr. Steven  was trying to do. His aim was to convince her to
let him fondle her boobs. Even though Bobbie was quite ignorant about
these matters, he certainly knew enough to realize that what Mr.
Steven was saying to Linda was simply hogwash.

He hadn't been successful yet in convincing her to let him touch her
boobs, but still it was evident that she did seem to believe what he
had just told her. They were now ready to leave the building and they
were standing near the door.

 As he had done the previous day, he once again took her hand and he
brought it to his lips. He kissed each finger in turn and then, while
looking at her straight in her eyes, he proceeded to suck the tip of
her longest finger. He did this for long seconds while both of them
stood still facing each other. When he finally released her hand, he
went on to say to her in his usual joking attitude.

"I think that I can well guess where that finger has often been." 

Of course Bobbie was able to figure out  that he met that her finger
had probably often been within her cunt, he knew enough about girls to
understand this much.

His meaning was not lost to Linda and even though it took her a few
seconds to react to the assumption he had just maid about her finger,
instead of being angry at him, she did join him with a good laugh.

Even as they left the building through the side door, they were both
still laughing at his rude joke.

                               ( end of part 1 )

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