Chapter 13: Morning Surprise

Bob felt himself being pulled awake by that familiar urge that seemed to come way too often, and way too early these days. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. Five thirty in the morning. He thought to himself, that was the time he used to get up for work. He hasn’t worked in a long time so he doesn’t want to be up this early. His eyes fluttered open and he realized he only had a few more seconds to get to the bathroom before he’d have a wet mess on his hands, or rather in his bed to be more precise. He shakes his head as he gets up to go to the bathroom.

The sun had just barely begun to rise, and the room was only slightly brighter than pitch black. He swung his pale legs off the edge of the bed and stuck his wrinkled feet in the slippers he kept there. Rising as quickly as his old bones would allow, he ignored the familiar crackling his joints made in the morning and shuffled towards the bedroom door. He flicked the light on at the doorway, but the sudden brightness hurt his eyes and he quickly flicked it off again. Down the hall to the bathroom he went, dressed in his striped pale blue boxers and a white t-shirt. He always wore his t-shirts long and baggy, even to bed, just to cover his ample stomach. He wanted to make sure his gut wouldn’t be hanging out beneath it. Not that there was anyone to notice, but it was one tiny bit of what was left of his vanity.

Choosing once again to leave the light off, Bob stood in front of the bowl and fished his cock out through the front opening of his boxers. He aimed and let a steady stream flow into the water, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back at the pleasure of the pressure being released off his bladder. He sighed and let fly for what seemed like minutes until the stream slowed and finally dribbled to a trickle then stopped. He tucked himself back into his boxers and turned around, his mind occupied with the choice of heading back to bed for a bit or staying up. As he stepped towards the door, he miscalculated and smashed his little toe into the edge of the door frame, and yelped in pain.

“God dammit that hurt!” he exclaimed as he hopped on his uninjured foot and made his way to the kitchen table, where he sat down to inspect the damage to his foot. He rubbed the toe and saw it appeared to be intact, though a bruise might show up later, he thought. Shaking his head at his dumb luck, he made his way to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

As he sat there, waiting for the coffee to be made, contemplating how such a small part of the body could cause so much pain, he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. It had come from beyond the window in his side door. Despite his years, old Bob still had pretty sharp eyes, especially at a distance. The glasses he wore were strictly for up close reading and such. He was curious, because he rarely saw anybody out this early, except for the neighbor girl’s dog in the backyard occasionally. He stood and limped closer to the window to see who was about, and as he looked his eyes about popped out of his head. There was young Sonya, walking down her driveway being pulled by her dog. He rubbed his eyes as she walked away. He wasn’t completely sure, but for all the world it looked like she wasn’t wearing any pants. Or skirt. Or shorts. Or anything below her waist other than a loose t-shirt that didn’t go much below that waist. He squinted through the window and could make out the soft curve of her tiny butt below where the shirt fell to on her body. Each step she made emphasized one cheek, then the other as she swayed down the driveway. He saw her hand reach behind her and her shirt lifted as her hand went to her ass, a finger slid between her cheeks and he saw that she was pulling a thin strip of material out and then let it snap back in place. The dog started to lead her to the sidewalk and she turned down it towards his property. He was about to lose sight of her, so he quickly hobbled to the back door but stayed well back of the window. The sun peeked over the horizon now, but the house was still dark and shaded.

She walked down the sidewalk in front of his house. From the back of the room, it was becoming difficult to get a good view of her at this further distance. He was nervous to come out of the shadows until he remembered the nice digital camera his grandkids had gotten him last Christmas. They had shown him how to use it, and he remembered being impressed with the zoom feature on it. It brought things far away right up close on the little screen. Without really considering the morality of it all, he raced to the kitchen where it sat on the top of the fridge. He hit the power button and was grateful to see it still held a charge. Back to his safe vantage point, he pointed the camera towards her and she lit up the screen. He zoomed in until there was nothing but her cute ass in the frame, only half covered by her shirt. He alternated looking at her and the screen, trying to hold it steady to keep her best feature on screen.

About this time, she reached the end of his property and tugged the dog’s leash to redirect him. Suddenly he realized she was heading up his driveway with her dog. He ducked back further into the room, dropping the camera to his side, attached to his wrist by the cord, wondering if she’d somehow noticed him watching if she was going to come to his door.

“Dressed like that? And with her dog? Why the hell would she do that, old man?” he thought to himself. She seemed to be looking around like she was afraid someone was watching her. Someone was, he thought to himself again. Suddenly she looked directly at him. Well, his direction anyways, he didn’t think she could see in the darkened window with how the sun played shadows and reflections off it from the outside, but he could see her perfectly. She moved up the driveway again and headed towards the side of his house. He was glad he didn’t turn on any lights yet at this early hour of the day.

He lost sight of her for a moment and moved to see if he could get a view of her out his side door. There she was, looking around again. He watched as she stood there, then turned her back to the door. She just stood for a moment, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to her magnificent butt, so young, so firm, so perfect. His conscious mind scolded him for having such thoughts about this little girl, but he argued back that he wasn’t having any thoughts, he was just watching her. She was on his property after all. Subconsciously, in a place of his brain, he didn’t feel like acknowledging, he wished for a better view of that teenager’s ass. His hand instinctively moved to the front of his boxers, and he realized that even if he wasn’t having “thoughts” about her, his body was starting to. The growing bulge rubbed against the cotton of his shorts, and he rubbed his cock against his thigh as it grew, the pleasant sensations enhanced by the lovely view.

It seemed like only moments after he had the thought, her ass suddenly came into view much better. He looked and realized she was lifting her shirt up purposefully, exposing her butt, even pushing it out to accentuate its curves. He saw the thong that didn’t really cover anything but the delicious holes she had back there but gave him a view of everything else. His hand rubbed the front of his boxers more purposefully now, as his cock throbbed to full attention. His thoughts went between the pleasure of getting to see this and wondering what sort of mental illness was causing his little neighbor girl to put on such a display, for seemingly no one. Or did she know he was watching her? Was this a show just for him? Did she want him to see her? He watched as she lifted her shirt further, exposing the waistband of her thong and her petite waist. He was practically hypnotized by the soft swaying of her hips, then she gave it a wiggle, and the curves of her butt shook tantalizingly.