Chapter 1: Old George

Old George, who is naked and stroking his cock, is peeping on 14 year old Megan, an innocent schoolgirl, while she’s masturbating in her backyard. She discovers what he’s doing and this is what happened after that.

Hi. My name is Megan. I live with my parents, who work crazy long hours, so I’m left alone a lot. We have a nice house in Coral Gables, which is in Florida. I’m 14 and I’m a senior at Our Sisters of Perpetual Orgasm Middle School. We have a neighbor named George. I think of him as Old George.

Everyone keeps telling me I’m pretty but I don’t think so. I mean, my boobs are still kinda small (I barely fill out my b cup bras), my hips are still slim and my dark brown hair just hangs limp, so I wear it in a pony tail. I think my best feature are my dark eyes. They look mysterious ... ha, ha, ha. I play a lot of sports and that makes me think I look too athletic (got muscles?) but again, everyone keeps telling me I look great, so there’s that.

I’m a virgin but I think a lot about sex and I masturbate ... a lot, he, he. And for some reason, when I’m touching myself, I like to think about old guys, like, you know, like my teachers or the old crossing guards or even the old guy who lives next door. Weird, right? I know, I’m perverted or something.

Many of the houses in our neighborhood have a high fence around their back yards, including ours, and for the last couple of years, when my folks were working, I’ve been sunbathing with my top off by the pool. And masturbating, which is fun to do in the sunshine. I slip my hands inside my bathing suit bottoms and touch myself, you know ... there. (OK, the truth is, I take off the bottoms too, because I enjoy being naked ... I like the way it makes me feel, he, he. Or if it was after school and I was too lazy to change, I’d just pull up my pleated school skirt and put my hands inside my panties. I love feeling myself and putting my fingers into myself and it’s fun to imagine someone is watching me. I know, I’m bad, right? I’m such a naughty 14 year old girl ... ha, ha, ha.

All this time I assumed no one could see me, so I felt, you know, very private when I was almost naked and masturbating, fantasizing (that’s a very grown up word) that someone could really see me, which was fun. Until just recently, when I found out that not only could someone really see me but that he’d been watching me for a couple a years. Or as long as I’d been touching myself in our backyard! What the fuck!

I’d just gotten home from school ... my parents were working, of course ... and I was in the mood for touching myself in the backyard. (OK, so I usually feel like touching myself.) I laid down on my favorite lounge chair, facing the sun, which is also in the direction of one side of the fence. I lifted my knees up, which made my blue pleated skirt fall back, revealing my white cotton panties, like if anyone were watching. I put my fingers into the elastic and pulled them off my hips and down. I spread my legs wide. The sun feels so good on my naked vagina and I ran my fingers along the slit.

I was doing this for a while and oomph, I was getting very turned on and I was about to have an amazing orgasm, when I heard a grunt and a sound like something falling, from the other side of the fence. Where old George lived. What was going on?

George was a nice, friendly old man, kinda heavy, mostly bald, he was always smiling at me when we saw one another. My mom said he was 70 years old, which is older’n dirt. When I was a girl, I used to go over to his house and sit on his lap and he would rock me up and down, while we watched TV. I remember he sometimes made funny sounds when we did that and once, when I asked him, he said it was because I was such a nice little girl. We haven’t done that in a long time, since I started growing up and my mother told me it was probably better if I didn’t go over there any more. I never thought to ask her why.

I pulled up my panties, grabbed a chair, brought it to the fence, climbed up and peered over. George was lying on the grass and next to him was a tipped over chair. And OMG, he was naked!

“George! What are you doing? Are you alright? And WTF, you’re naked! Why are you naked in your backyard, George?”

I couldn’t help it. I starred at his little, shriveled up penis. Except for the internet, I’d never actually seen a naked grownup, not with his thing hanging out. “Fuck”, I thought to myself. Had he been looking at me? And do all old guys have such small penises? (Yeah, I know they’re called cocks or dicks but a sweet, innocent, young schoolgirl like me doesn’t use that kind of language. Much.)

“George. Are you OK? And why the fuck are you naked?” (OK, I guess I do use that kind of language.)

He looked up at me and grunted with a pained look in his face but he didn’t say anything. He’s pretty big and I guess he fell off his chair and landed funny. But what was he doing sitting on a chair, naked, next to the fence that separates our houses?

“I’m coming, George. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

Ordinarily, George would have been delighted to be naked in front of his young neighbor but this wasn’t ordinarily. He was a big man and when he fell over, the wind had been knocked out of him, so he lay on his side, very embarrassed, not yet able to do anything but grunt. What happened?

Oh, yes, he remembered. He’d been spying/peeping on her, jerking off, like he’d done so many times before but then the chair collapsed. Cheap shit. He looked up at his neighbor girl, who was climbing over the fence, over to his side.

She moves so gracefully, he thought. When she hopped down, her skirt flew up and he was treated to a view of her white cotton panties underneath but at the moment he really couldn’t enjoy it. She landed just as gracefully. Must be all the sports she plays, he thought to himself.

“Looks like you got the wind knocked out of you, George. Let’s see if you can sit up and as soon as you’re able, we’re going to talk about why you’re naked and what you were up to.”

I noticed a bottle of water laying on the grass. Looks like he was here a while. WTF? As soon as he was able to sit up, I gave him the water.

“I can see that one of the legs of your chair broke, so that explains why you fell over. But that doesn’t explain...”

“Thank you for your help, Megan”, he cut in. “Whew. That’s better. I guess I owe you an explanation but I’d like to put some clothes on. They’re inside. Please help me in and I’ll tell you about it.”

Curious as hell, I helped old George to his feet and followed him into his house, which was pretty weird, as he was still naked. That is one ugly ass, I thought. Kinda fat and flat. I’ve never seen a naked man before ... only on the internet but there were differences. For one thing, it seemed his balls were hanging pretty low and when he bent forward, unsteadily, I could see there was hair around his asshole. It’s funny but that didn’t gross me out at all. In fact, it made me really, really interested in knowing what was going on, although to be honest, I pretty much already knew he’d been peeping on me. Perving. I should’ve been upset but for some reason, I wasn’t and I didn’t bother to wonder why.

We were in the living room and George told me to sit anywhere. I took a chair with arms, so I’d be comfortable. With his thing hanging between his legs, he went into his bedroom and after putting on some shorts and a t-shirt, he came back, sat down across from me and had some more sips from his water bottle. I noticed he was sweating.

“First thing, Megan ... please don’t tell your folks or anyone else, for that matter. I could get in a lot of trouble and truly, while I am totally embarrassed, I mean no harm.”

I didn’t know where to go with this. I had no experience with anything like it. Here was an old man who had been naked and perving on me and he’s a little panicky. At the same time, this was something outside of my frame of reference and was really interesting. Well, let’s just wing it (something I’m not used to doing, btw) and let’s see what he has to say.

“Are you a dirty old man, George?”

“I guess I am, Megan but honest, I mean no harm. But you are so young and so beautiful. Even more so than when you were a little girl and I used to bounce you on my knee.”

That triggered some memories and now that I knew Old George was a perv, I had a couple of questions about that bouncing on his knee business but they would wait for later.

“Why were you naked, George? Are you naked a lot?”

I didn’t think about it at the time but looking back on it, I guess I was feeling kinda sexy talking about this stuff. It felt like sex talk, which feels sexy and sorta scary, except it was with Old George. Weird, right?

“I enjoy being naked, Megan. It feels nice. It feels sexy and even an old guy like me can feel sexy. I’m naked around the house and I go to the naked beaches a lot, where I look at the naked women and the naked girls and some of them are younger than you. Yeah, I admit it ... I’m a dirty old man.”

“You were looking at me, weren’t you, George. Looking at my body and watching me touch myself.” I was talking sex talk and it was turning me on. “Do you like touching yourself when you’re naked?”

“You are so sexy, my dear. You have no idea. Just sitting here talking to you is ... I’m afraid to say it...”

“Just say it, George.”

“OK, yes, it’s turning me on and I want to take my clothes off. And when I watch you in the back yard, that turns me on even more and I touch my cock and my balls and I masturbate. I jerk off, Megan and sperm shoots out ... well, dribbles out.”

“Jerking off? Ew! Like how? When I’m naked? When I ... uh, touch myself? When I, I, uhh ... masturbate? You’ve watched me masturbate, George? I mean, Jesus, man, I’m only 14. What are you, some kind of Peeping George or something?”

By this time I was feeling a little flushed, except wasn’t that weird? I’ve never talked like this to one of my girlfriends, much less someone like Old George, my neighbor, who’s been peeping on me while I was taking my clothes off? And masturbating? I should be outraged but I wasn’t.

“Yes, Megan ... when you’ve touched yourself.”

This is getting really weirder, I was thinking.

“OK, so I never saw you looking over the fence. How were you able to see me?” My sense of mild shock was wearing off, replaced by a very interested curiosity. And something else ... hmm.

“There’s a crack; a hole in the fence. I’ve been looking through it for a couple of years. Since you were 12, I guess. I would get naked...”

“Wait! You’ve been watching me since I was 12 years old? You’re a fat old man, sorry George, and our neighbor, and you’re jerking off while I undress and play around in between my legs? I barely had any hair down there when I was 12. And it’s not like I got a whole bush there now. I mean, what the fuck, George?”

“Actually, Megan ... while I’ve been watching you since you were 12, you didn’t start masturbating till last year, when you were 13.”

“What? Have you been keeping a fucking diary, for fuck sake?” All pretensions of virginal language were falling away. “Wait! A hole? In the fence? What hole? I never saw any hole. Show me this hole. Since I was 12? Jesus, George!” Lots of different feelings were going on inside me ... and in between my legs.

“Come outside, Megan. I’ll show you.”

We went outside to his backyard, to the fence, where the small chair still lay on its side. He bent over and sure enough, there it was. A hole. Just low enough that he could sit on his little chair and peep through.

“Show me, George.”

“Right here, right now?”

“Yeah, I wanna see.”

“Well, OK. Here goes.” At this point, the old perv had nothing to lose.

He propped the leg back under the chair. He took off his t-shirt and his shorts. He was naked and to be honest, it wasn’t a pretty sight but for some reason, that didn’t seem to matter, because this whole situation was so ... uhh ... sexy? No, that can’t be right.

He sat down carefully. But his thing was soft. I wanted to see it get hard.

“It’s soft, George. I want to see it get hard. I’ve never seen a man with his thing hard. In fact, I never seen a ... penis. Touch it. I wanna watch.”

“It’s called a cock, dear child.”

“OK, I’ve never seen any cock, much less a hard one. Show me. And don’t dear child me, OK George?”