In Need of Better Fences

She always flirted.

Now with her words, but with her eyes. And hips. And lips, legs and arms. The way she swayed her arms whenever she came out to get the paper or check the mail. During the hot, summer months, Christine wore mostly daisy dukes and shorts. She was a slim redhead, and somehow, even after spending days gardening, or running in the sun, she rarely tanned. Her skin remained as alabaster as it did during the winter months.

A recent high school grad, Christine was excited about being 18, and finally having the independence that her parents had promised her. This summer, her independence would truly be put to the test. Christine, an only child, would be spending her summer alone; no parents, few rules. The split level suburban home was all her from late June until mid August. Her parents had been invited a summer long trip to Europe with work friends this year. Unfortunately, Christine was not invited. When her mother had told her of the trip, she looked forward to going, but was quickly disappointed in hearing that she was not going to be able to see Germany, France and Italy.

"Peoria, will do." Christine said, as she sat in her lawn chair in the back yard. Christine slipped on her thick rimmed sunglasses and let the sun bathe her. She glanced around her back yard, and her neighbour's back yard. It was early morning, and no one had come out to walk their dogs or fetch their papers just yet. Christine was feeling a bit free this morning, and decided to have a little fun. She undid her top to reveal perky, B-cup breasts. Her nipples were pink and huge. "Wow." She said, as she jiggled them around, laughing at her silliness.

Christine sat back, and felt the sun on her face. Her red hair spread all over her shoulders. Lisa's right hand rested between her thighs. She rocked back and forth in her chair. Her breasts bounced up and down with every move she made. It was then that Christine had an idea; it was early, no one was around, and it'd been at least three weeks since she last had a "release."

Christine laughed at the idea of touching, rubbing and caressing herself in public. Well, it wasn't exactly public. It was her private property. Her own back yard. The own shielding between her and the street was a tall brown fence that any adult could easily see over. "Once in a lifetime." She said. Christine untied each side of her black cotton bikini bottoms. There she was, in her backyard; her parent's home, completely naked. Her thin, yet slightly curvy body sat in a lawn chair, sunbathing.

Christine could feel the grass between her feet as she nervously grazed them back and forth. Despite being quite calm, she could tell that she was in fact wet. The smell was strong, and her lawn chair was already a bit dampened. Christine spread her legs wide open, and rested each leg on the arm rest of the lawn chair.

The only sounds heard were the birds chirping, and the occasional car passing by. Christine slid her two fingers over her engorged clit. Christine closed her eyes, and figured that if anyone were to come by, she'd be able to hear them, and run. She continued to rub her wet pussy. First circling her clit with her middle finger. Her other hand made its way to her nipples.

As minutes passed, Christine edged, forcing herself to just hold it. She knew that the more she held in her release, the stronger it would be. Her pussy was extremely wet, and her clit was protruding as she rubbed it as fast as she could. Her legs were spread so wide, than any passerby who happened to look over the fence would be able to see how wet she was.

Christine let out small moans. Her moaning and pleasure was so strong, that she hadn't noticed it. She hadn't noticed who, rather. Who had come to see her. Who had come by to pay her a visit while her parents were gone. "Chr-Christine?" A voice called from the fence door. Christine instantly sat up, closing her legs and reaching for her clothing. "Debbie! Oh my God!" Christine cried. It was her mother's best friend, Debbie. Debbie and her mother had grown up together. Not only that, but Debbie had watched Christine grow up, and was pretty much an aunt to her.

Debbie, who at this point had been too embarrassed to speak, closed her eyes and turned around. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Debbie cried. Christine grabbed her bikini top and bottom, sandals and sunglasses and ran into the house.

Minutes had passed. Christine sat in the kitchen, stunned, eating an apple. Debbie sat out in the garden in the back yard, unsure of how to approach her niece. Debbie was an adult. She could handle what she saw. She understood that her niece was an adult as well, and didn't want her to feel any guilt, at all.

Debbie slid the door leading into the kitchen open. "Knock, knock." She cried. Christine sat at the kitchen table, watching the analog television, eating a bowl of cereal. She remained quiet. "I'm not gonna mention this to Suzy, you know." Christine shrugged. "I shouldn't have even been out there." She moaned.

Debbie sat next to her niece. "It's no big deal, you know." Christine angrily threw her spoon in her bowl of cereal. "Look, I feel bad enough Debbie. I don't need you coming here giving me 'the talk.'" Christine stood up from the stool and headed up to her room. Debbie sighed. She didn't know what to do to comfort her niece.

A few minutes later, Christine sat in her room, going through her yearbook. She tried to ignore the unsatisfied pleasure she was cheated out of, but it was near impossible. Her clit; rather her entire pussy was tingling and aching for a few minutes of rubbing. All of the edging and playing she did, did nothing but entice her.

"It's me." Debbie said from the other side of the door. "What?" Christine said. "I just wanna come in and talk." Christine sighed. "Come on." Debbie opened the door. She sat down on Christine's pink laced bedspread. "I'm not judging you!" Debbie said, her hands thrown up in the air. "Thanks." Christine said, unconvinced.

"What exactly were you doing out there, anyway?" "I was just...bored." Christine said, continuing to thumb through her yearbook. "No, no." Debbie said. "I mean, like exactly what were you doing out there—to yourself? Before I got there." Christine glanced at her aunt in a confused manner. "Um...why?" "I'm curious. I'm not being perverted, or sick or anything. I think we can talk about these kinds of things." Debbie laughed.

"I'm not your mother!"

For the first time since being busted, Christine felt relaxed. She leaned back against her wall, still wearing her bikini top and bottom. "Well, I was just like, taking off my bra and stuff." Debbie laughed. She enjoyed being able to talk to her niece about these things. "Then what?" "Well, I just took my panties off and started—you know." Debbie shrugged. "Rubbing down there."

Debbie wanted Christine to feel 100% comfortable with her, and ashamed of what had just happened. "Can you...show me what you were doing?" "Aunt Debbie! That's really weird!" Christine cried. "It's no big deal! I wanna see if you and I do it the same way! It's just us!" Debbie cried. Christine rolled her eyes. She had always been an only child and wasn't used to this kind of "girl talk", but figured, it couldn't be so bad to masturbate in front of her aunt. She was just another woman, after all.

Christine pulled off her bikini top, exposing her breasts. Debbie sat comfortably at the foot of her bed, watching like a spectator. Christine slid her bottoms off and spread her legs. "Your legs were a little, though." Debbie mentioned. Christine laughed. "Wow, you were really watching me!"

Christine closed her eyes and placed her fingers on her clit. It was smooth, and not as protruted as last time, but Christine was sure she could get it back. Christine continued to rub herself in a circular motion. Her fingers running in every direction. All of the edging she'd done earlier was truly paying off now.

"That's nice, just like that." Debbie moaned. "I do it the same way." Debbie said. Christine smiled, assuring her aunt she was alert. "Can I...try something?" Debbie asked. Christine giggled. "Sure, whatever." Debbie bent down between her nieces thighs. She slowly slid two of her fingers into her nieces tight, wet cunt. Christine continued to rub her clit as fast as she could. Her hips began to move in sync with her aunts fingers and her own rubbing.

"You like that, don't you?" Debbie said. Christine moaned very softly. She could feel her orgasm coming. She knew it would be a hard one. Debbie kept fingering her nieces cunt. Shortly, Debbie began to feel Christine's pussy pulsate. "Yeah, cum. It feels good, I know." Debbie moaned. Christine could no longer hold it in, and lifted her hips and thighs as high as she could as her clit gave her several strong orgasms and her pussy contracted several times.

"Well," Debbie said. "I won't tell if you won't." Debbie wiped her fingers off on Christine's bottoms. Christine could barely look at her aunt. The orgasm in itself was great, but now, she wasn't sure how she'd be able to look at her aunt in the eyes again.