Well, since Judy had gone inside the scenery had rapidly quickly lost it's appeal to me. Mostly the reason I had been sitting by the pool was to secretly watch my sister's toned body in the water. I thought about just masturbating right there but I was afraid one of our nosy neighbors would peek over the fence and see me beating my meat. Now if Ms. Jones saw my cock it wouldn't be that bad but old Mrs. Deasley would probably run and tell my mother the minute she got home. Imagining my mother's reaction to the news of me masturbating in the back yard quickly made me change my mind. Besides there was always Bob. Glancing over at the gate I saw Bob at his usual hiding place. Bob was the boy from down the street who always made a point of being near the gate whenever Judy was out at the pool. Judy had caught him peeking at her in her bikini a few weeks ago and asked me to talk to him about it. I guess I was supposed to be the protective brother so I went and talked to Bob. The talk consisted mainly of telling him about a better hiding place and what times Judy usually swam in the afternoon. Since then, Bob had become an almost permanent fixture by our back gate between 1 and 2 in the afternoon. Smiling at the silent watcher I got up from the lawn chair and headed inside, adjusting my cock so that my erection wasn't quite as noticeable.
As I entered the kitchen, Judy was standing there drinking a glass of juice. She was still wearing her bikini, her back to me and I glanced at her ass almost by reflex. Well, that wasn't going to help my erection go away, I thought as I looked at her shapely ass in the thin lycra of her suit. As I was looking at her ass, Judy turned to look at me, a wicked smile on her pretty face. I knew she had busted me checking her out but I decided to ignore it and started walking out of the kitchen, my hard cock forming an embarrassing tent in my shorts. "Where ya going, Tom?" Judy asked as I passed her, "Upstairs to beat your meat again?"
I knew she had busted me once again but I didn't want her to feel like she had the upper hands so I back to her, letting my eyes run over her slim figure and making sure she saw me do it. "Yeah, want to come help me?" I responded, "The Dr. said I shouldn't lift anything heavy." The shocked look on Judy's face was worth the embarrassing admission of my masturbation habits, although a second later it was my turn to look shocked when Judy shot back, "Sure, I'll help you, you might have trouble finding it, it's so small and all."
With that said, Judy walked past me and up the stairs, wiggling her shapely ass at me as she passed. She can't be serious, I thought to myself, there's no way that she could really mean to help me jerk off. She must have been joking, a bit of verbal sparing that she thought she had the upper hand in. But what if she's serious? Should I go upstairs and see if she really wants to help? |