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Just a small card that his wife used as a bookmark.

When she walked out, she had the towel wrapped around her body so that it covered her boobs and it hung just low enough to cover her pussy and ass as she walked the few steps to her bedroom. Maybe she didn't realize how her behavior was teasing me but my balls ached for release. I probably used the mirror-at-the-bathroom-door trick another 15 to 20 times over the next year and masturbated afterwards at least 15 of those times.

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Gretchen went to Ohio to visit friends for several weeks during the particularly hot summer after Miss Sarah had finally graduated from high school, leaving her and me together without adequate adult supervision. The first Saturday that Gretchen was gone, I told Miss Sarah that I was going out to the pool. I asked if she would join me to give me some pointers on swimming, since she is an excellent swimmer and I am, at best, an excellent sinker. She agreed and went to her room to change into her bikini.

I always thought that the girl looked particularly hot in a bikini and my dick certainly agreed. I was already in the water when she came out to the pool. I had an instant erection, of course. She got in the water and said, "Okay. Let's work on you floating."

With that, she got in the water and she looked even sexier when she was wet. Mr. Boing went from 9.9 steel to 10.0 case-hardened steel. Miss Sarah walked over to me, placed one hand behind my back and the other behind my knees, sweeping me up so that I had no choice but to float. It was quite obvious that I had a tent pole in my swim suit and I saw her carefully checking it out but she didn't say a word and, eventually, it subsided.

When we were finished, I went inside to change. Gretchen and I almost never closed our bedroom door when we were changing. Miss Sarah was the only other person in the house and she never came into our bedroom without knocking or announcing that she needed to enter the room. So, by habit, I didn't close the bedroom door. I removed all of my clothes, dried myself, and pulled on my whitey-tighties.

"Ron, can we . . .," said a familiar female voice that was much closer than I expected it to be.

I looked up and Miss Sarah was standing just a few feet away, watching, her mouth left slightly open as she paused mid-sentence. She was still in her wet bikini, looking like the ultimate queen of all desirable teenage virgins. I don't know how long she had been standing there but the thought of her seeing me naked got me instantly hard again and, this time, she was not discreet in observing my state of arousal.

". . . go out for dinner tonight?" She got a smile on her face. "That is, if you can get your pants on." With that comment, she turned and walked out of the room.

As soon as I got dressed, I went to find her so I could ask about how long she had been looking at me. I didn't know if she would mention this to her mother and thought that it would be better if I addressed this with her first rather than simply waiting to see what, if anything, might happen.

Her bedroom door was open and the light was on so I assumed she was in her bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and saw her standing at her closet, looking through her wardrobe. She had removed her bikini top but was still wearing her bikini bottoms. "Dear . . .," I began.

She turned and faced me, making no effort to cover her tits. The sight of those nipples had me hard again and I didn't need to look to know that my pants were tenting once again. Damn this was frustrating!

She waited a moment for me to finish my sentence but I didn't. I couldn't. She said "I'm not sure but I think I'm going to wear my green shorts today. Do you think I should wear my dark green panties or my light green thong?"

That question just made matters worse for me.

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