I liked to go over to my cousin's house and watch her exercise. Every Saturday morning, Julia practiced her modern dance on her patio. I went over all summer long to sit there and watch her, and fantasize about what was right under her uniform. She didn't wear underwear beneath the sheer fabric of her dance outfit, I knew that. I could plainly see her nipples, and every curve and crack in her hot body.

She had reddish brown hair, stood about an inch shorter than I, and had perfect round tits. Her ass cheeks were two round mounds that looked like an upside-down heart. I could see all these things plainly, even see the imprint of her pubic bush through the sheer material.

It was a strange discovery, the way I found her practicing her dance movements. I had gone over early one morning to return something my mother had borrowed from her sister, Julia's mother. Julia was the only one home. Every Saturday, her folks went to some sort of business function. They were in business for themselves, and had to go to meetings to keep up with their business.

Anyway, when I saw her, I simply hung around, and watched. She liked having an audience, and I liked being the audience. I would sit there, throbbing hardon in my lap, watching every move she made. When I got home, I would run to my room or the bathroom and jack off furiously, visions of what Julia would look like naked, dancing for me.

One particular Saturday, she wore a different body suit. The other one was in the wash, and this one was solid white. It was frayed in spots, along the ass cheeks, and near the crotch. I could right through the fucking thing! I could see the color of her pubic hair, could see the ripe brown, erect nipples underneath the sheer fabric.

Then, she lay down on a mat to do exercises. She faced me, spreading her legs wide, lifting them. I could see through the frayed fabric, could see her pussy lips. I could see it all, just about, and my cock ached and throbbed. She had never done these exercises facing me, and I was totally shocked and thrilled by what I saw.

She rested and looked at me and smiled.

"How was that?"

I nodded. I couldn't even speak.

"You like that?"

I nodded again. "Very erotic," I suddenly said.

"It was erotic? How?"

"Well," I began, "you know, um..."

She smiled and sat up. "I can see by the bulge in your shorts that you really do think it's erotic."

I blushed. Busted. She knew I had a hard on. What the hell could I say?

"I know, I may as well be naked, huh?"

I didn't say anything at all. She stood, and tugged at the hems to her suit. Soon, she stood there, stark naked, her nipples bright brownish red, pointing at me. Her pubic bush was wet, but I had no idea if it was from being turned on, or from sweating.

"You like it better this way?" she asked.

I nodded. My face was beet red, and my cock ached like crazy.

"Take your clothes off," she said.

I sat there, frozen. She would see my boner. Oh well, I thought, what the fuck. I stood, and pulled off my shirt, kicking my tennis shoes off at the same time. Then, I peeled my socks off. I reached down and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and kicked them off. I stood there in my jockey shorts, and looked at her. She was standing there, her mouth open, staring at my crotch. I looked down. My cock made an enormous bulge in my jockey shorts, lifting the band away from my body.

I reached down and pulled them down, slowly, letting my cock bend downward. Suddenly, it jumped straight up in the air, pointing at the patio ceiling.

"Wow," she whispered.

She came over to me, naked, as I stood there, looking at my hard cock.

"Can I touch it?" she asked, her voice shaking.

I nodded.

She reached down and tentatively touched the head of my rigid dick. She smeared the pre cum all over the head of my cock, and then, slowly, she fell down to her knees. I could feel her hot breath near my cock, could feel her breathing, blowing my pubic hair. She was just looking at it closely, licking her lips.

"Can I touch you?" I asked.

She nodded, and moved over to the mat and lay down. I moved over to the mat and squatted, my cock poking me in the tummy as I bent.

I touched one of her bright brown, hard nipples, feeling the hardness, the warmth of it in my fingers. I took a deep breath, my outward breath shaking. I'd never imagined anything like this.

I touched her other nipple, then, moved my hand down and felt of her wet bush. I ran my fingers down her pussy lips, feeling each one of them.

My cock was aching, hurting, and I needed release. I didn't know what to do, just sit there and jack off and let the cum fly all over the place?

She reached down and grabbed my hand and pressed it against her pussy, moving it up and down. "Like that," she said. Then, she reached over and grabbed my cock. "Lay down," she said, "with your face down there..."

I lay there, my face close to her thighs, rubbing her pussy slowly, as she grabbed my cock and felt of it, running her thumb all over the head of it. I reached down and took her hand, making a fist, and showed her how to stroke it up and down.

She began stroking me, and my legs started to shake. Her pussy was very wet, and she started to have little spasms in her legs.

I was going to cum soon, and think she was, too. I rubbed faster and harder, and she stroked me faster and harder. Suddenly, my balls lifted up, and I began shooting my load, just as she moaned loudly and her thighs gyrated up and down.

We both came, sweating on the hot patio, wet from sweat and cum. We lay there, breathing hard, each lost in our own thoughts.

Later, we learned the pleasures of oral sex, then, we started fucking, and we've been fucking ever since.

--- Thomas R., Miami, FL