The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions by Barbara Cardy Read Free Book Online

prompted me to recall what a turn-on it had been to masturbate outside. Which brought to mind Carol.
My cock started to stir. The end result was I walked over to the side of the house and pulled my pants down. A few minutes of remembering her athletic legs disappearing under the little uniform
skirt, and the way the mascot laid his head so perfectly across her large, round breasts, and I was releasing a healthy volume of ejaculate on the concrete.
    The thrill might be gone for B.B. King, but it was certainly back for me. I decided I should have trouble sleeping more often.
    I’d been engaging in my nocturnal emissions for a couple of months when, one night, just as I was about to release, I was startled by a noise. I stopped in mid-stroke, the urge to orgasm
suddenly suppressed, and got as quiet as I could. Although I was certain my heartbeat could be heard across the street.
    “Don’t stop,” a voice whispered from the other side of the fence.
    Shit! I grabbed my shorts and held them in front of my now limp cock.
    “Please, don’t stop,” the hushed voice said.
    “Who is that? Sheila?” I kept my voice low.
    My neighbour’s head popped up above the fence. “Please?”
    “Jesus! How long’ve you been watching?”
    “You mean tonight?”
    “Crap.”
    “You embarrassed?”
    “Whaddya think?” I wanted to put my shorts back on but that would have meant taking them away from my crotch. Nowhere to run to, as Martha and the Vandellas so aptly put it. What I
really wanted was to melt into the wall.
    “You have a nice cock.”
    “Yeah, thanks.”
    “I like watching you.”
    “Um, how long –”
    “A few weeks. Does Lucy know you come out here like this?”
    “No. Does Gavin know, I mean, does he –”
    “No. Hold on. I’ll come around.”
    “No! Wait!”
    Too late. Her gate opened and closed quietly. A few seconds later, my gate opened and she padded over to me. It happened so fast, I was still holding my pants over my dick.
    Sheila and Gavin were in their late twenties. Really eye-catching couple. Both very attractive and very friendly. We often exchanged pleasantries across the fence separating our driveways. When
she came through the gate, it looked like all she was wearing was a long T-shirt.
    “You shouldn’t’ve come over.”
    “I had to. This way we can keep our voices down.”
    “No. You shouldn’t be here at all.”
    “It’s OK. Gavin is fast asleep. I assume Lucy is, too.”
    “Yeah, but that’s not the point. I’m naked, and . . . and you’re practically naked.”
    “I’ve been watching you all this time. I’ve seen all there is to see. Here, lemme take this off.”
    “Sheila, wait –”
    In a flash, she had the shirt over her head. Her breasts were as gorgeous as I’d imagined them. Her freckles just visible by the light of the street lamp at the corner. In another second
she’d stepped out of her panties. Unlike me, she made no attempt at modesty. Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed, drew my eyes to the shadowy space between her legs.
    Suddenly The Archies started echoing in my head: “Sugar. Ah, honey, honey!”
    “Come on, Nick. Lemme see.”
    I tried to think of a good argument but none came to me, except the embarrassment of being flaccid and small. She anticipated what I was thinking.
    “Of all the things I’ve seen you do, the sexiest is when your cock starts out soft and you play with it until it’s hard and standing up straight. I imagine it getting hard in
my mouth.”
    “Christ, Sheila.”
    “You really want me to go?” She started to pick up her clothes.
    “Yes. No! Wait a minute. It’s just that you, I mean, you caught me, I was, you know, you took me by surprise.”
    “Sorry. I was doing some gardening this afternoon and I guess I didn’t quite put everything away. I kicked a flowerpot. Usually, I keep really quiet. Then, when you go in, I make
myself come before I go inside.”
    “You watch the whole thing?”
    “Yeah. Can I touch you?”
    “I