something from the last one
I usually live outside the city in the summer, at my ancestral home, if I may say so. The territory is quite remote due to various circumstances at the state level. And in this regard, and this is the main reason for my attachment to the land of my ancestors, there you can relax to the fullest. The wildness of nature only contributes to this, and even calls for it!
So, poking around in my own backyard garden in an Eva costume was a natural occurrence for me. And the summer before last, I noticed that I was being followed. At first, of course, I was nervous. But later, I noticed that they were a couple of local boys. I decided to play, and pretended that I didn't hear or see anything.
Of course, emotions were off the charts. That while I was working, and especially after I found myself, in the evening, by myself, and relived it all in colors and colors, already in a fog of fantasies, with all the practical actions that come from this, which I will not describe here.
The next day, I did it all over again. My expectations were confirmed. Once again, I became the object of a voyeur. This time, the company has increased. To be honest, it didn't surprise me at all. Among the boys, I realized from the noise that there were girls in the company. I went up to the attic of my house (it's residential), and through the curtain on the window, I was convinced of my guesses. Three boys and two girls. I thought, well, let it be as it is. I spent the whole daylight naked in the yard and in the house doing the housework. This has become my new pastime.
Interestingly, I talked to some of them. And, no less interesting is that they themselves were the initiators of this communication. We all live in a small village. And our fleeting conversations were essentially about nothing, in passing. For example, in a store or entertainment center, or just exchanging a few phrases at a meeting.
It was obvious that they were looking for a meeting with me, beyond the limits and conditions of our game, initiated by me, of course, at the thicket, which serves as a kind of fence at the rear of my site.
As a psychologist, I understand that they are driven primarily by self-determination and a certain criterion for their maturation. It's a little secret, in their opinion, that they are supposedly friends with an aunt who was secretly seen naked. But time goes by, and of course I'm just sure that with their childish masturbation, I'm already an image for them. I don't want to think that they have such a desire in their head to possess me. It seems to me that they are too young for such thoughts. This is still at the stage of childish curiosity. At least, that's how I'd like it to be.
They've seen me naked many times. And if I didn't want it, I would have stopped it a long time ago. Until next summer, it was a simple game on my part. They're peeking, and I don't "notice." It was even more interesting for me to monitor and analyze their behavior when they tried to communicate with me in a normal setting. I was wondering if they would take this step in recognition of the fact that they have a great secret that concerns me. And if that happens, how will they do it? But, my expectations were not confirmed until the end of the season. They still assumed that I didn't know anything.
When everyone leaves for the cities at the end of the summer, one of the guys asked me if I would come next summer. I answered in the affirmative. You should have seen these joyful emotions.
At the beginning of last summer, I again noticed that I was being followed through a fence and a natural fence in the form of a shrub. I didn't even doubt that they were my old acquaintances. They already know all my habits. I even noticed them following me around the village as I went about my business. Surely for them it was also a kind of entertainment from idleness.
By the way, in such situations, our fleeting greetings to each other took place, as before. They expressed a desire to show that they were glad to see me. I know them as ordinary neighbors in the village. We don't have many people on the farm. Unless, in the summer, they come to relax in nature on weekends.
And so, as in such cases, there is always an end to everything. Moreover, a year has passed. It's us who grow old, and the children grow up. They tracked me down. I like to swim a bit on one of our lakes in the evenings after sunset. The water at such moments is simply fabulous, especially if there is still a little fog. After bathing, usually, if conditions allowed, I could walk along the edge of the forest for some distance to dry off naturally. And that's when they came out of hiding. Of course there was an incident with me. The area where everything happened is far from my backyard. There were three of them, a girl and two guys.
And I heard behind me, hello, Aunt Varya. I won't bore you with a description of my emotions. The only thing I did (I think) right then. It was me, from the position of the elder, who told them that I had known for a long time that they were spying on me. This discouraged them, and of course brought down their warlike fervor. Of course, I had to get dressed, and we had already reached the village, talking about completely different topics.
Fortunately, my profession has allowed me to properly manage the baggage of my knowledge. The conversation was quite interesting, even from the point of view of a psychologist. You know, I didn't see any lascivious looks from them, and no corresponding reaction. Based on their questions, I realized that the guys are far from being stupid. And I admit, I experienced interesting emotions that I had never experienced before. Although I've been in situations like this more than once.
It's completely different here. I am, and one might say, still almost children. And it's one thing to be spied on. But everything is completely wrong here. They said they had been following me from the village itself. And I've been seen bathing in this secluded spot more than once. When I asked how many of you are so shameless (although, in this situation, we need to figure out which of us is more shameless), they just smiled. I assumed that the whole farm must already know about me. Of course, they started swearing to silence. But, of course, everything is predictable.
I enjoyed talking to them and answering their questions after our "secret" was exposed. It's an unusual feeling. Of course, we can safely say that we are no longer just acquaintances. Now their secret has come true, and it has already become my secret. After all, hypothetically, I may well be the same age as their mothers. And where it can all lead. But I think if they wanted to, they would have spread the word about me to the whole village long ago. But I didn't notice any sidelong glances or whispers behind my back. Which, of course, predisposed them to trust them. But there is another aspect. They were spying on me on my territory. But here everything is different. Forest, lake.
After that, when we met in the village, at the store, or just on the street, we had a nice conversation about the usual topics that people we know usually chat about when we meet. And, of course, without a hint of past events. Well, except that, somehow, the question was asked when I was going to take a walk to the lake again, and if it was possible to come with me. I evaded the question by changing the subject. But, once again, in my garden, I heard a familiar rustle. But, no one was trying to hide anymore. When I asked them why they were here again, I heard in response that they just wanted to say hello and offer help. Of course, I laughed, and just asked not to interfere, and not to hang around my site.
Well, and most importantly, probably. I wanted to repeat this experience. And exactly, not in my backyard. And also in the woods, on a walk. I didn't know how. How to interpret their question about going to the lake. Like just a question, or a suggestion. They're already peeping here, and there's no point in hiding. But at the same time, it would already look silly if this secret game did not acquire an open meaning. Then, for sure, if they don't lock me up in a mental hospital, if anyone sees or finds out, then I'll definitely have to think about selling my father's house, my ancestors' house, and look for a new suburban plot for suburban housing.
Although summer has already been at its peak, I haven't seen this campaign yet. I once casually asked a neighbor that I didn't see any local guys. He said that they had probably already grown up, and were spending the summer according to their plan, probably abroad on the seas. That's the story, and my thoughts on it.
So, poking around in my own backyard garden in an Eva costume was a natural occurrence for me. And the summer before last, I noticed that I was being followed. At first, of course, I was nervous. But later, I noticed that they were a couple of local boys. I decided to play, and pretended that I didn't hear or see anything.
Of course, emotions were off the charts. That while I was working, and especially after I found myself, in the evening, by myself, and relived it all in colors and colors, already in a fog of fantasies, with all the practical actions that come from this, which I will not describe here.
The next day, I did it all over again. My expectations were confirmed. Once again, I became the object of a voyeur. This time, the company has increased. To be honest, it didn't surprise me at all. Among the boys, I realized from the noise that there were girls in the company. I went up to the attic of my house (it's residential), and through the curtain on the window, I was convinced of my guesses. Three boys and two girls. I thought, well, let it be as it is. I spent the whole daylight naked in the yard and in the house doing the housework. This has become my new pastime.
Interestingly, I talked to some of them. And, no less interesting is that they themselves were the initiators of this communication. We all live in a small village. And our fleeting conversations were essentially about nothing, in passing. For example, in a store or entertainment center, or just exchanging a few phrases at a meeting.
It was obvious that they were looking for a meeting with me, beyond the limits and conditions of our game, initiated by me, of course, at the thicket, which serves as a kind of fence at the rear of my site.
As a psychologist, I understand that they are driven primarily by self-determination and a certain criterion for their maturation. It's a little secret, in their opinion, that they are supposedly friends with an aunt who was secretly seen naked. But time goes by, and of course I'm just sure that with their childish masturbation, I'm already an image for them. I don't want to think that they have such a desire in their head to possess me. It seems to me that they are too young for such thoughts. This is still at the stage of childish curiosity. At least, that's how I'd like it to be.
They've seen me naked many times. And if I didn't want it, I would have stopped it a long time ago. Until next summer, it was a simple game on my part. They're peeking, and I don't "notice." It was even more interesting for me to monitor and analyze their behavior when they tried to communicate with me in a normal setting. I was wondering if they would take this step in recognition of the fact that they have a great secret that concerns me. And if that happens, how will they do it? But, my expectations were not confirmed until the end of the season. They still assumed that I didn't know anything.
When everyone leaves for the cities at the end of the summer, one of the guys asked me if I would come next summer. I answered in the affirmative. You should have seen these joyful emotions.
At the beginning of last summer, I again noticed that I was being followed through a fence and a natural fence in the form of a shrub. I didn't even doubt that they were my old acquaintances. They already know all my habits. I even noticed them following me around the village as I went about my business. Surely for them it was also a kind of entertainment from idleness.
By the way, in such situations, our fleeting greetings to each other took place, as before. They expressed a desire to show that they were glad to see me. I know them as ordinary neighbors in the village. We don't have many people on the farm. Unless, in the summer, they come to relax in nature on weekends.
And so, as in such cases, there is always an end to everything. Moreover, a year has passed. It's us who grow old, and the children grow up. They tracked me down. I like to swim a bit on one of our lakes in the evenings after sunset. The water at such moments is simply fabulous, especially if there is still a little fog. After bathing, usually, if conditions allowed, I could walk along the edge of the forest for some distance to dry off naturally. And that's when they came out of hiding. Of course there was an incident with me. The area where everything happened is far from my backyard. There were three of them, a girl and two guys.
And I heard behind me, hello, Aunt Varya. I won't bore you with a description of my emotions. The only thing I did (I think) right then. It was me, from the position of the elder, who told them that I had known for a long time that they were spying on me. This discouraged them, and of course brought down their warlike fervor. Of course, I had to get dressed, and we had already reached the village, talking about completely different topics.
Fortunately, my profession has allowed me to properly manage the baggage of my knowledge. The conversation was quite interesting, even from the point of view of a psychologist. You know, I didn't see any lascivious looks from them, and no corresponding reaction. Based on their questions, I realized that the guys are far from being stupid. And I admit, I experienced interesting emotions that I had never experienced before. Although I've been in situations like this more than once.
It's completely different here. I am, and one might say, still almost children. And it's one thing to be spied on. But everything is completely wrong here. They said they had been following me from the village itself. And I've been seen bathing in this secluded spot more than once. When I asked how many of you are so shameless (although, in this situation, we need to figure out which of us is more shameless), they just smiled. I assumed that the whole farm must already know about me. Of course, they started swearing to silence. But, of course, everything is predictable.
I enjoyed talking to them and answering their questions after our "secret" was exposed. It's an unusual feeling. Of course, we can safely say that we are no longer just acquaintances. Now their secret has come true, and it has already become my secret. After all, hypothetically, I may well be the same age as their mothers. And where it can all lead. But I think if they wanted to, they would have spread the word about me to the whole village long ago. But I didn't notice any sidelong glances or whispers behind my back. Which, of course, predisposed them to trust them. But there is another aspect. They were spying on me on my territory. But here everything is different. Forest, lake.
After that, when we met in the village, at the store, or just on the street, we had a nice conversation about the usual topics that people we know usually chat about when we meet. And, of course, without a hint of past events. Well, except that, somehow, the question was asked when I was going to take a walk to the lake again, and if it was possible to come with me. I evaded the question by changing the subject. But, once again, in my garden, I heard a familiar rustle. But, no one was trying to hide anymore. When I asked them why they were here again, I heard in response that they just wanted to say hello and offer help. Of course, I laughed, and just asked not to interfere, and not to hang around my site.
Well, and most importantly, probably. I wanted to repeat this experience. And exactly, not in my backyard. And also in the woods, on a walk. I didn't know how. How to interpret their question about going to the lake. Like just a question, or a suggestion. They're already peeping here, and there's no point in hiding. But at the same time, it would already look silly if this secret game did not acquire an open meaning. Then, for sure, if they don't lock me up in a mental hospital, if anyone sees or finds out, then I'll definitely have to think about selling my father's house, my ancestors' house, and look for a new suburban plot for suburban housing.
Although summer has already been at its peak, I haven't seen this campaign yet. I once casually asked a neighbor that I didn't see any local guys. He said that they had probably already grown up, and were spending the summer according to their plan, probably abroad on the seas. That's the story, and my thoughts on it.
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