Curly Red Hair Ch. 2byboy scout©
A couple of days had passed since our little slip-up leaving the curtains open. Have you ever seen that commercial where the guy has this little car stuck to his forehead, and they talk about him having something “on his mind”? I guess you could say that I had something like a car stuck to my head. Only, this particular car had red curly hair, soft-full lips, and a butt and tits that threatened to disprove the concept of gravity.
It was Sunday morning and my wife and I were getting ready for church, as is our custom. As I stated before, Stacy belongs to the same religion. The only difference was that she attended a different location. Lucky for her, they meet in the afternoon, and so while we were getting ready in the early morning hours, I couldn’t help but enviously wish that I were still in bed. And then the thought came to me “…What if I weren’t in my bed? What if I found myself in Stacy’s bed? What would I do?”
Holy crap! Here I was getting ready for church and having thoughts of being in the same bed with my cousin. I wouldn’t be surprised if a bolt of lightening came down and struck me dead. I vigorously focused all of my attention on fixing my tie as Jewel walked into our bedroom.
“Hey there handsome. I never get over how yummy you look all dressed up”. She said this as she reached around me from behind and ran one hand across my chest and the other caressed my cock.
“Wow. Why are you so hard? Have you been thinking about me, huh?”
“It’s just that you look so amazing in that outfit,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. She had a very tight-fitting blouse and skirt that left nothing to wonder about. But what else was I going to say. “Well, no honey. Actually I was thinking about seeing Stacy naked.” I’m sure you see my point here.
About five minutes later we were out the back door and heading to the car. I glanced one last time in the direction of Stacy’s window and practically fell flat on my face at what I saw. There she was in her bra and panties, reaching into her refrigerator. I had to exert every ounce of self-control that I possessed to pull my eyes away from that heaven-sent vision of perfection – especially since my wife was walking right behind me.
“Oh my gosh, Jason. Did you see Stacy standing there in her underwear? She’d be so embarrassed if she knew that we saw her. You did tell her that we can see into her window, right?”
“Of course I told her. I even mentioned that we put the curtains in ourselves so that she’d have more privacy. She just laughed and said that she didn’t mind either way.” I said this last little bit, hoping to see what Jewel’s reaction might be. I don’t know why, though. I guess it was just instinctive.
She just looked at me with surprise echoing in her eyes. We got in the car, started her up, and had driven the ten minutes to the church building before she responded.
“Do you think she likes being seen? I mean, I know that there are people out there that enjoy that sort of thing. Oh no! Jason! I just thought of something. You know how she might have seen us the other night? Well, what if she thinks that we’re the kind of people that like to have others watch? What if she thinks that we did it on purpose? Oh no! I just know that’s got to be it. She had to have seen us. You saw here there, didn’t you? Tell me the truth.”
I found it a little difficult to say anything at that point. I still had this image of a half-nude goddess flooding through my brain, and now, here was my very naïve wife talking about voyeurs. Could this day possibly get any better?
“Well, I did see something that looked a lot like read hair, but I can’t say for sure it was her.”
“Oh come on, Jason. Who else is living in the apartment with red hair? She saw us, and now she probably thinks that we want to see her too.”
“What I mean is, that me catching a glimpse of her hair, doesn’t necessarily prove that she was looking at us. She could have just been walking by the window.”
“No, she saw us. I know it.”
Jewel said that so finally that it was futile to argue with her. In fact, the thoughts of her last statement kept with me all through church. There was something about the way she said it that made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t till later that evening that I realized something. It was as if Jewel weren’t simply stating what she believed to be true, but what she wanted to be true. I had this thought that maybe my wife liked the idea of being watched. Yeah right. It was just my demented, twisted desires going to work on my head. My wife was the sweetest, most innocent woman alive. She was extremely religious and those kinds of thoughts went against everything that we were ever taught.
Things were relatively calm during the next week. I worked, Jewel worked, and Stacy partied. She always seemed to have friends over – for which I was very grateful. It kept her occupied and away from me – not to mention providing another avenue for my fantasies. After all, she had some pretty hot looking girlfriends. I could redirect my desires from my cousin to some other women that were in no way related to me. Things seemed to be looking up, and I was starting to feel like I had a little more of my self-control back.
Friday night, about two in the morning, I awoke to the strangest dream. I can’t remember all of the details, but it was the usual nightmare of finding myself at school with no clothes on. Everyone is laughing, of course, and there’s never anything around to cover up with. Only this time, I was hopping everywhere I went. I couldn’t walk or run, only hop. My cock was as hard as a rock and it bounced up and down, adding to the humiliation that I felt.
As I awoke I realized that it wasn’t me who was doing all of the bouncing, but my wife. I was lying on my back, completely naked, and it looked as though Jewel was having a pretty crazy dream as well. In her dream she must have been in a rodeo, because she seemed to be riding a horse. I think I was the horse, or at least the saddle. I could see her tits bouncing up and down in front of me and couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and squeeze. She loves it the harder I squeeze and so I held nothing back. Jewel moaned as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock. I could feel and hear how wet she was, an obvious indication of how turned on she felt. After a few more squeezes she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and agony. Then, to my surprise, she thanked me and proceeded to remove herself from the “ride” and curl up next to me.
“Jewel. Love! Are you awake?” After a couple of nudges to her side I determined that she had in fact been sleeping, or at least fell back to sleep in that instant. Well, this may have been all well and good for her but I was still hard and wanting some more of that bouncing. What do you do when your wife is asleep and you desperately need release? That’s right. You go to your neighbor. At least, that was my thought as I slipped out of bed and put some jeans on.
I was thinking that just maybe I’d get lucky and find Stacy awake. I’d casually walk over there and knock on her window, asking if she’d like some company. I’d say that I couldn’t sleep and why was she up so late – and then we’d talk about insignificant things for a while. Of course, it would get more interesting and we’d find ourselves naked, exploring each other’s bodies. Oh brother. How could I have such a ridiculous imagination? I tried to come back down to the real world as I walked over to the window, looking out in the direction of my cousin’s apartment. Just as I thought -- no light at all.
It was then that I caught a glimmer of blue off to the left of the apartment. You see, we have a pool in the back yard. If you turn on the lights that are under the water, then a blue haze is cast over the entire area. My heart sped up to the point of bursting and I jumped to a different window to see who was out in the pool. I looked and I looked but didn’t see a soul.
“Damn! She must have left the lights on.”
The worst part about the whole situation was that Stacy had been swimming earlier, and I had missed out on the entertainment. I was turning away to go back to bed when I saw a flicker of movement. I stopped turning immediately and looked back to determine if it was just my hopeful-imagination, or if there was actually someone out there. Oh, and how happy I was to see Stacy pulling herself out of the water and lying down in a lounge chair close by. She must have been under the water before. Oh well, I didn’t care how or why she’d just appeared. The fact of the matter was that I was horny, desperate, and feeling this sudden urge to go swimming.
I snuck back to our room and carefully went through my dresser, frantically searching for my bathing suit. I had this sudden panic attack that my wife would awake and ruin all of my chances to see Stacy in her bikini. As quietly as I could I tiptoed from the room, found a towel in the bathroom, and then went for the back door. It’s really amazing to me how powerful the blood vessels in your ears can beat. As I unlocked and gently opened the door, I thought I might have a heart attack on the spot. Nothing was going to happen, of course, but I still felt like I was walking into an oven.
I approached Stacy quietly from behind. It was too dark to see her features, but I knew she was still there.
“You’re up late,” I said as calmly as I could manage under the circumstances.
She breathed in quickly and gripped the chair arms tightly, as I must have frightened her.
“Oh my God, Jasie. You just took away ten years from my life. I was lying here thinking about that rapist who has been after all the college girls, and then you jump out of nowhere. Wow. Anyway, I’m glad that it’s just you. That is, of course, unless you’re thinking of becoming a rapist yourself."
“No, I gave that up long ago. I just don’t do well with the staying up late and sneaking around.”
“Oh. Well, that’s too bad.” She said this with a smile and tilt of her head that made my cock want to stand and salute. I dropped quickly to the chair next to hers before she noticed. It was pretty dark, though, so I’m sure my being turned on went undetected.
“So tell me Stacy, what’s got you up and swimming this late?”
“I don’t know. I just felt the urge and I like to swim at night more then during the day. The water looks so beautiful and everything is really quiet. Anyway, why aren’t you in bed?”
Now, I didn’t think at this point that she could handle the truth to that question, although I would have loved to have said, “Well, Jewel just had an orgasm riding me in her sleep, and I still need to cum. So, how’d you like to help me out?” No, I didn’t think that was the best response.
“Oh, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately and so I thought some quick exercise might help.”
“You know, the best exercise is sex. Are you telling me that Jewel isn’t jumping at the chance to work you over?”
I just about wet my pants from that statement, and especially since it was followed by that same invitingly sensuous smile of hers.
She didn’t give me time to respond, though, as she jumped out of her chair and dived into the pool. She did a quick lap under water and popped up at the other side. I couldn’t believe that I ‘d just seen the most perfect ass ever, not three feet from my face.
“Well, aren’t you coming in then?”
I set my towel on the chair and then followed her example, diving in to swim to the other side. I could see her slender body floating in the water by the pool’s edge, and I came up as close to her as I could without actually touching.
“Holy crap! Didn’t it occur to you to warn me about how cold the water is?
“Jasie, you’re such a wimp. We live in Phoenix, you know. What would you do if we didn’t live in the middle of a desert? Here, let me help you.”
She proceeded to vigorously rub her hands in a circular, massaging motion, over my chest and shoulders. Then she swam around behind me, put her arms over my shoulders, and pressed her body to mine.
“Does this help?”
“Yep,” I squeaked.
We floated there for a while with me holding onto the side, and Stacy hanging on behind. I could feel the stiffness of her breasts pushing into my back, and was amazed at how firm and ripe they were. I just couldn’t get over how dream-like it all was. Here I’d been fantasizing all sorts of crazy things ever since she’d moved in, but never believing anything significant would actually happen. If a plain had dropped out of the sky and landed on my head, I wouldn’t have noticed. I was so consumed by the intensity of my emotions that it seemed like nothing could intrude. She then took both of her legs and wrapped them around the front of mine, effectively pressing her pussy into my ass. Her head was resting in the crook of my shoulders. We couldn’t have been any physically closer to one another, short of having sex.
At this point I wasn’t thinking, just feeling, and so when she spoke it was like waking from the most perfect of all dreams.
“Jasie, can I ask you a personal question? I mean, I understand if you don’t want to answer. It’s just that I don’t feel comfortable enough with anyone else to ask.”
My first thought was, “I’ll answer any damn question you can think up,” but I exercised some restraint.
“Of course. You can ask me anything.”
She waited for what seemed like a couple of minutes and I was brought back again to the sensation of her body pushing against mine. It was especially intense as I thought of her pussy rubbing into me, and that if I just turned around……
“What’s it like to have a penis?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her question. I suppose it was a combination of nervousness at having to answer something like that, and her choice of wording.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just that I didn’t expect that, and ‘penis’ is such a funny word.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t know how else to say it.”
“I usually say ‘cock’. Have you ever heard that one? ‘Dick’ isn’t too bad either.”
“Yeah, I hear them a lot, but it’s hard to get used to the idea of actually saying it out loud. Especially when I’m talking to a handsome guy like yourself.”
“Hmmm, compliments are good. Keep going.”
She just punched me in the shoulder and then laughingly said, “Ok Mr. Joker. What’s it like to have a ‘cock’?”
Now, how do you answer that sort of question? First of all, it was my hot, sexy, half-naked cousin asking me. My cousin, who just happened to be clinging to my body and keeping me in a permanent state of horniness. Plus, we were in the middle of a pool with no one else around.
“I really don’t know what to say. I mean, it’s not like I’ve known anything different. As far as I can tell, it’s been there a pretty long time.”
“Ok, I’ll be more specific. Does it hurt if you touch it, or if someone else touches it? I mean, if a guy gets hit in the balls he’s pretty much out of it for a while, right? I just don’t understand how that can hurt so much, and yet men seem to always want to have sex.”
“That’s actually a pretty good question. I mean, I guess I hadn’t thought of it that way. If you get hit hard, especially in the balls, it’s pretty painful. The cock itself doesn’t seem to hurt too much. At least it’s tougher, but extremely sensitive to any good feelings.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d explained it in a way that made any sense at all. I guess she understand, though, considering her next move. She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered softly, sending tingles down into my crotch.
“So, if I were to punch you in the balls, you wouldn’t be too happy with me?”
It was then that I was brought back to the closeness of her body. I could feel her lightly caressing my chest with her right hand, hanging onto me more with the left arm. She then took her right arm off of my shoulder and brought it down into the water, where she placed it around my stomach. And then she moved her mouth close again to my ear and whispered in a way that I thought couldn’t have been more seductive and electrifying.
“And if I were to gently caress your ‘cock’?”
I think you can imagine what she was doing. I tensed up with the shock of it all as her right hand slid down my stomach and into my bathing suit. She gently touched the tip of my cock with her fingers. It was of course as hard as it could ever be. She began to gently kiss and nibble on my neck, while wrapping her entire hand around my dick.
“Does that feel good, Jasie? Do you want me to keep touching you like this?”
I couldn’t even speak I was so consumed with all the lust that I’d been holding back. Combined with that was the terror that my wife would discover us there. About all that managed to escape my lips was a moan of pleasure. I suppose that was answer enough for her and she moved her head around enough to touch her lips to mine. I opened my mouth and our tongues met. She was grinding her pussy into my side as her hand continued to pound away inside my shorts. She kissed me with such intensity that I thought she was going to rape me right on the spot. And then in the same instant she stopped and completely pulled away.
“I suddenly feel very tired. I think I’ll head off to bed now. Could you give me about five minutes and then come and take a look at something in the apartment? I think you’ll be very interested.”
She pulled herself out of the pool and I watched as the water dripped from her beautiful ass. She walked away and left me shivering with excitement in the water.
“What the hell do I do now?” As the minutes slipped by, so did my sanity. The little devil and angel were going at each other, both trying their best to sway me. In the end, I’ll I could think of was the ripeness of her body and the glint in her eyes as she asked me to follow her to the apartment. My mind made up, I quickly exited the pool and dried off as best I could. I went to her door and noticed that there was just a hint of a light coming from inside. The door was unlocked and it squeaked lightly as I pushed it open.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the candlelit interior, and when I could see clearly, I never wanted to close them again. There she was in the sexiest bra and panties that I had ever before seen – at least short of a Victoria Secret catalog. She was standing by the bed with a few candles casting their light on her coppery skin. Her breasts were so full, and her legs so incredibly long and slender.
“Jasie. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I don’t care if you’re married and I don’t care if we’re cousins. I don’t want to take you away from Jewel. I just want to fuck you so much, and I hope that you feel the same. You’d better say yes because I’m not going to let you leave. I’ll rape you if I have to.” She smiled at that last little bit, as she knew it would be pretty hard to pull off. Personally, I liked the sound of it.
You know what? At that point I thought that my life was pretty amazing and that there was no way things could get any better. I knew I was wrong as she removed her bra and panties. Holy shit, but I could never put into words what I saw. I cannot believe how perfectly firm her body was. Her nipples were hard and a beautiful red, which matched her curly hair perfectly. Her pussy was shaved clean, so I couldn’t tell if that matched or not. She stood there for a moment longer, letting me take in the beauty of it all. Then she walked towards me, her tits bouncing gently before my eyes. She reached for my shorts with both of her hands and then quickly pulled them to my feet.
I was hoping that maybe I’d get a little more attention from her amazing hands, but she turned from me and walked towards the bed. She climbed up onto the mattress on her hands and knees and then looked over her shoulder towards me. I could see the lips of her pussy, full and inviting.