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Jake was sat at the café table. Outside seating under a parasol as you'd expect in a costal tourist villiage. The sun was out and Jake was in his full summer gear - sandals, shorts, hawian shirt, a fashionable hairstyle and most importantly, his shades.
He'd learnt a very important lesson about shades. He didn't especially need protection from the sun although it was nice a bonus, it was more that they covered his eyes. You see, Jake liked to look around, look at people and some of them could take offence to that, especially some of the fairer sex.
It brought back memories of some of his early-ish teenage years where his innocence (or fading therof, depending on how you look at it) was leading him to start noticing girls, especially certain parts to girls which he found his eyes starting to stick to like glue.
Probably lots of them noticed although most of them ignored him there was one that hadn't. Instead she gave a fairly sharp shout:
"STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS!"
which was embarrasing enough, and then turned into a lecture about how it was rude to stare and about perverts, voyeurs, dirty old men and the like. Jake's eyes were almost planted on the ground, the colour on his face making his sunburn seem pale, but with little glances around he could see that people were staring and although they weren't saying anything, their expressions said a lot and he could imagine what they were thinking.
Once the irate girl had finished her little speech on respecting women (although Jake wondered why she wore clothes that seemed designed to reveal as much cleavage as legally possible if she didn't want them to be seen) his dad led him away, mumbling a little "advice" on being discrete.
Jake had spent the rest of the holiday eyes planted on the ground.
Then he noticed that he couldn't see the eyes of people with shades. Nowdays he'd feel naked without them, the cover they gave his eyes from the judgemental snooping of other people. Oh sure, he snooped but never judgementally... well not judging character atleast - he sometimes had some imaginary scorecards for other attributes.
Now he was sat at this café, lessons learnt and shades on. He was free to look at whatever he pleased. As it happened a couple of girls with extremely short denim skirts were standing close to his left. He'd never gone as far as to get a walking stick with a mirror at the bottom, he wasn't quite a commited voyeur, but he fancied the odd peek here and there and had his ways. Without turning his head (after all, that might give the game away) he knocked a coin off the edge of his table and knelt down to pick it up.
His eyes focused to the left to the extent where he was almost looking inside his skull. There was a slight strain but he was used to it and he barely noticed it once he got the picture he was looking. His focus hit a smooth shaven leg, a leg he followed upwards. He wasn't disappointed that she was wearing panties, they were often part of the fun. Besides, they often revealed an outline that left little to the imagination. His focus was dead set, so much so that he'd completely forgotten which way his sunglasses were "looking" until a charmingly camp male voice starting ringing above him.
"Oh my!"
His eye snapped straight ahead where he was confronted by a pair of similarly femininely shaven legs that he followed up to some baggy shorts that weren't quite so feminine. Jake took off his shades as if to prove something, only his gaze was straight into this shorts now, in their full tropical coloured glory and Jake suspected (although he later he hated himself for noticing) to be an outline of something.
"Oh-ho! Aren't you a cheeky fellow!"
The gentleman bent over to whisper in his ear.
"I'm staying at the hotel Riza. If you come over later, I can give you an even closer look."
And with a wink he turned and walked away.
Jake was stunned. Still kneeling, his shadeless eyes gazed into nowhere. But they'd take the odd glance here and there, meeting looks from other people (who's own eyes would quickly dart away). No one said anything but their expressions were telling. Jake slowly sat back on his chair, put his sunglasses on the table and went back to his drink.
The only shade he was thinking off now was on so dark that no one be able to see him ever again...
He'd learnt a very important lesson about shades. He didn't especially need protection from the sun although it was nice a bonus, it was more that they covered his eyes. You see, Jake liked to look around, look at people and some of them could take offence to that, especially some of the fairer sex.
It brought back memories of some of his early-ish teenage years where his innocence (or fading therof, depending on how you look at it) was leading him to start noticing girls, especially certain parts to girls which he found his eyes starting to stick to like glue.
Probably lots of them noticed although most of them ignored him there was one that hadn't. Instead she gave a fairly sharp shout:
"STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS!"
which was embarrasing enough, and then turned into a lecture about how it was rude to stare and about perverts, voyeurs, dirty old men and the like. Jake's eyes were almost planted on the ground, the colour on his face making his sunburn seem pale, but with little glances around he could see that people were staring and although they weren't saying anything, their expressions said a lot and he could imagine what they were thinking.
Once the irate girl had finished her little speech on respecting women (although Jake wondered why she wore clothes that seemed designed to reveal as much cleavage as legally possible if she didn't want them to be seen) his dad led him away, mumbling a little "advice" on being discrete.
Jake had spent the rest of the holiday eyes planted on the ground.
Then he noticed that he couldn't see the eyes of people with shades. Nowdays he'd feel naked without them, the cover they gave his eyes from the judgemental snooping of other people. Oh sure, he snooped but never judgementally... well not judging character atleast - he sometimes had some imaginary scorecards for other attributes.
Now he was sat at this café, lessons learnt and shades on. He was free to look at whatever he pleased. As it happened a couple of girls with extremely short denim skirts were standing close to his left. He'd never gone as far as to get a walking stick with a mirror at the bottom, he wasn't quite a commited voyeur, but he fancied the odd peek here and there and had his ways. Without turning his head (after all, that might give the game away) he knocked a coin off the edge of his table and knelt down to pick it up.
His eyes focused to the left to the extent where he was almost looking inside his skull. There was a slight strain but he was used to it and he barely noticed it once he got the picture he was looking. His focus hit a smooth shaven leg, a leg he followed upwards. He wasn't disappointed that she was wearing panties, they were often part of the fun. Besides, they often revealed an outline that left little to the imagination. His focus was dead set, so much so that he'd completely forgotten which way his sunglasses were "looking" until a charmingly camp male voice starting ringing above him.
"Oh my!"
His eye snapped straight ahead where he was confronted by a pair of similarly femininely shaven legs that he followed up to some baggy shorts that weren't quite so feminine. Jake took off his shades as if to prove something, only his gaze was straight into this shorts now, in their full tropical coloured glory and Jake suspected (although he later he hated himself for noticing) to be an outline of something.
"Oh-ho! Aren't you a cheeky fellow!"
The gentleman bent over to whisper in his ear.
"I'm staying at the hotel Riza. If you come over later, I can give you an even closer look."
And with a wink he turned and walked away.
Jake was stunned. Still kneeling, his shadeless eyes gazed into nowhere. But they'd take the odd glance here and there, meeting looks from other people (who's own eyes would quickly dart away). No one said anything but their expressions were telling. Jake slowly sat back on his chair, put his sunglasses on the table and went back to his drink.
The only shade he was thinking off now was on so dark that no one be able to see him ever again...
Yup, a good story very well written.
Wasn't sure quite what was going to happen to him, but something had to. Nice.
Wasn't sure quite what was going to happen to him, but something had to. Nice.
Simple enough idea, but well executed. Amusing throughout, with a nice "put your character in his place" ending. :D
Taken from experience? It made me smile anyway :)
Heh, when upskirt leerings go wrong ... the story of my life :-/
But seriously, quite liked it.
But seriously, quite liked it.
Jake was sat at the café table. Outside seating under a parasol as you'd expect in a costal tourist villiage. The sun was out and Jake was in his full summer gear - sandals, shorts, hawian shirt, a fashionable hairstyle and most importantly, his shades.
He'd learnt a very important lesson about shades. He didn't especially need protection from the sun although it was nice a bonus, it was more that they covered his eyes. You see, Jake liked to look around, look at people and some of them could take offence to that, especially some of the fairer sex.
It brought back memories of some of his early-ish teenage years where his innocence (or fading therof, depending on how you look at it) was leading him to start noticing girls, especially certain parts to girls which he found his eyes starting to stick to like glue.
Probably lots of them noticed although most of them ignored him there was one that hadn't. Instead she gave a fairly sharp shout:
"STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS!"
which was embarrasing enough, and then turned into a lecture about how it was rude to stare and about perverts, voyeurs, dirty old men and the like. Jake's eyes were almost planted on the ground, the colour on his face making his sunburn seem pale, but with little glances around he could see that people were staring and although they weren't saying anything, their expressions said a lot and he could imagine what they were thinking.
Once the irate girl had finished her little speech on respecting women (although Jake wondered why she wore clothes that seemed designed to reveal as much cleavage as legally possible if she didn't want them to be seen) his dad led him away, mumbling a little "advice" on being discrete.
Jake had spent the rest of the holiday eyes planted on the ground.
Then he noticed that he couldn't see the eyes of people with shades. Nowdays he'd feel naked without them, the cover they gave his eyes from the judgemental snooping of other people. Oh sure, he snooped but never judgementally... well not judging character atleast - he sometimes had some imaginary scorecards for other attributes.
Now he was sat at this café, lessons learnt and shades on. He was free to look at whatever he pleased. As it happened a couple of girls with extremely short denim skirts were standing close to his left. He'd never gone as far as to get a walking stick with a mirror at the bottom, he wasn't quite a commited voyeur, but he fancied the odd peek here and there and had his ways. Without turning his head (after all, that might give the game away) he knocked a coin off the edge of his table and knelt down to pick it up.
His eyes focused to the left to the extent where he was almost looking inside his skull. There was a slight strain but he was used to it and he barely noticed it once he got the picture he was looking. His focus hit a smooth shaven leg, a leg he followed upwards. He wasn't disappointed that she was wearing panties, they were often part of the fun. Besides, they often revealed an outline that left little to the imagination. His focus was dead set, so much so that he'd completely forgotten which way his sunglasses were "looking" until a charmingly camp male voice starting ringing above him.
"Oh my!"
His eye snapped straight ahead where he was confronted by a pair of similarly femininely shaven legs that he followed up to some baggy shorts that weren't quite so feminine. Jake took off his shades as if to prove something, only his gaze was straight into this shorts now, in their full tropical coloured glory and Jake suspected (although he later he hated himself for noticing) to be an outline of something.
"Oh-ho! Aren't you a cheeky fellow!"
The gentleman bent over to whisper in his ear.
"I'm staying at the hotel Riza. If you come over later, I can give you an even closer look."
And with a wink he turned and walked away.
Jake was stunned. Still kneeling, his shadeless eyes gazed into nowhere. But they'd take the odd glance here and there, meeting looks from other people (who's own eyes would quickly dart away). No one said anything but their expressions were telling. Jake slowly sat back on his chair, put his sunglasses on the table and went back to his drink.
The only shade he was thinking off now was on so dark that no one be able to see him ever again...
He'd learnt a very important lesson about shades. He didn't especially need protection from the sun although it was nice a bonus, it was more that they covered his eyes. You see, Jake liked to look around, look at people and some of them could take offence to that, especially some of the fairer sex.
It brought back memories of some of his early-ish teenage years where his innocence (or fading therof, depending on how you look at it) was leading him to start noticing girls, especially certain parts to girls which he found his eyes starting to stick to like glue.
Probably lots of them noticed although most of them ignored him there was one that hadn't. Instead she gave a fairly sharp shout:
"STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS!"
which was embarrasing enough, and then turned into a lecture about how it was rude to stare and about perverts, voyeurs, dirty old men and the like. Jake's eyes were almost planted on the ground, the colour on his face making his sunburn seem pale, but with little glances around he could see that people were staring and although they weren't saying anything, their expressions said a lot and he could imagine what they were thinking.
Once the irate girl had finished her little speech on respecting women (although Jake wondered why she wore clothes that seemed designed to reveal as much cleavage as legally possible if she didn't want them to be seen) his dad led him away, mumbling a little "advice" on being discrete.
Jake had spent the rest of the holiday eyes planted on the ground.
Then he noticed that he couldn't see the eyes of people with shades. Nowdays he'd feel naked without them, the cover they gave his eyes from the judgemental snooping of other people. Oh sure, he snooped but never judgementally... well not judging character atleast - he sometimes had some imaginary scorecards for other attributes.
Now he was sat at this café, lessons learnt and shades on. He was free to look at whatever he pleased. As it happened a couple of girls with extremely short denim skirts were standing close to his left. He'd never gone as far as to get a walking stick with a mirror at the bottom, he wasn't quite a commited voyeur, but he fancied the odd peek here and there and had his ways. Without turning his head (after all, that might give the game away) he knocked a coin off the edge of his table and knelt down to pick it up.
His eyes focused to the left to the extent where he was almost looking inside his skull. There was a slight strain but he was used to it and he barely noticed it once he got the picture he was looking. His focus hit a smooth shaven leg, a leg he followed upwards. He wasn't disappointed that she was wearing panties, they were often part of the fun. Besides, they often revealed an outline that left little to the imagination. His focus was dead set, so much so that he'd completely forgotten which way his sunglasses were "looking" until a charmingly camp male voice starting ringing above him.
"Oh my!"
His eye snapped straight ahead where he was confronted by a pair of similarly femininely shaven legs that he followed up to some baggy shorts that weren't quite so feminine. Jake took off his shades as if to prove something, only his gaze was straight into this shorts now, in their full tropical coloured glory and Jake suspected (although he later he hated himself for noticing) to be an outline of something.
"Oh-ho! Aren't you a cheeky fellow!"
The gentleman bent over to whisper in his ear.
"I'm staying at the hotel Riza. If you come over later, I can give you an even closer look."
And with a wink he turned and walked away.
Jake was stunned. Still kneeling, his shadeless eyes gazed into nowhere. But they'd take the odd glance here and there, meeting looks from other people (who's own eyes would quickly dart away). No one said anything but their expressions were telling. Jake slowly sat back on his chair, put his sunglasses on the table and went back to his drink.
The only shade he was thinking off now was on so dark that no one be able to see him ever again...