Reading to Liz

Chapter One

When I was a teenager my family had a house but because my father worked abroad we were hardly ever there. To make sure that the house was safe whilst we were away we had a lodger called Liz, who lived on the top floor in a large room with a balcony, right next to the bathroom. My room was down the hall.

That summer my stepbrother and stepmother were visiting her parents so my dad and I were alone in the house, except for Liz. She was a 27-year-old medical assistant, but because we were away so often I hardly knew her. Just before my birthday in July my dad had to suddenly travel for work, but I stayed home. I remember that summer was very hot and also that I was quite bored most of the time.

One afternoon I went to take a cold shower to cool off, I opened the bathroom window, which looked out over Liz’s balcony, to let in some fresh air. I saw Liz, she was lying on a deck chair sunbathing topless in a bikini only a few feet away and it looked as if she had fallen asleep. I found the sight of her body and especially her large breasts fascinating, at that age I was horny all the time and looking at Liz made me very aroused. I was shaking with excitement and hard as a rock, I couldn’t stop myself from masturbating right there. I felt a bit guilty spying on her like that, but my guilt didn’t stop me from masturbating again that evening in my bed visualising Liz’s breasts.

The following evening I got chatting with Liz in the kitchen after she had come back from work. I complained about being bored and she invited me to watch some TV in her room, hers was the only TV in the house as my dad was against the “idiot box”, he maintained that watching it made you stupid. Liz and I watched some TV but nothing interesting was on so she turned it off. Liz was flicking through some magazines and we made small talk. She asked me if I liked to read and I replied that I did, she said “What are you reading now?”. I replied “A Victorian novel loosely based on 1001 Nights and other Middle Eastern folk tales but with a twist”. It was in fact a very erotic spin on old stories, detailing the sexy adventures of the hero in exotic locations. She knew about the book but had not read it. I said “Mine is a first edition, over 130 years old bound in leather, would you like to see it?”. She said “That would be really nice”.

I went off to get the book and when I returned I knocked on her door, she said “Just a moment” and shortly afterwards “Come in”. She had changed out of her work clothes into a dressing gown and was sitting on her bed. I passed the book to her and she looked it over. I said “I’ve actually read it twice already, this is my third time, so you can borrow it, if you like”. She thanked me, shook her head and said “Maybe when you’ve finished it again, you must really like it to be rereading it for a third time”. I said “It’s one of my favourite books”. She replied “You could read a little to me if it’s not too much trouble”. I said “Sure”.

I sat down at the other end of the bed and began at the beginning. I read the whole 1st chapter to her out loud. The story was very sexy but not explicit at all, but it was obvious what was going on, the hero had lots of all-night adventures with various ladies. I had always enjoyed that chapter but reading it aloud to Liz made it even more exciting than usual. The chapter was quite long and it was late by the time that I had finished. Liz was very complimentary about my reading and also the story. We said our goodnights, using the book to hide my erection I left and went straight to my room.

I immediately stripped off and lay back on the bed. My cock was really hard and I started to stroke it, in my imagination there were images of Liz’s breasts mixed up with the story, I imagined her as one of the characters. I was just at the point of coming when I saw Liz in the standing in the doorway, she said “Maybe I’ll borrow the book after all”. I was so embarrassed, I covered myself up with my hands. I couldn’t look her in the eye but I did manage to say “Sure, help yourself”. She picked up the book said “Goodnight” and closed the door behind her.

Chapter Two

I didn’t know what to do and avoided Liz for the next few days, but one Sunday morning I bumped into her as she was coming in and I was leaving the house. We said good morning but I still could not look directly at her. She said “Would you like to read chapter two to me tonight?” I mumbled “OK” and went off quickly.