It was a hot afternoon in the garage as I puttered around at the workbench. There was something relaxing and satisfying about sorting out a huge pile of nuts, screws, washers, and nails into individual jars, ready for immediate use should the need arise.
I was about half way through the pile when my neighbor came out of her front door with a bucket filled with gardening tools.
My garage was at the end of a short curved driveway, facing her front yard. My neighbor, Jane, was a tall drink of water. Legs that seemed like they never ended were topped by a flimsy pair of bright yellow short shorts. Her breasts, obviously braless, bounced noticeably beneath her short crop top sleaveless white shirt.
She waved at me in the garage and I returned with one of my own.
"Just pulling a few weeds" she shouted.
"Good day for it" I answered, friendly.
"Better get to it" she said with a wink, turning to look for a place to start.
This was a game she seemed to play whenever her husband was off on one of his lengthy and frequent business trips. "I'd never take a job that had me on the road with a woman like that waiting for me at home" I thought, shaking my head as I tried to remember what it was I was sorting.
She started her routine as usual, picking the flower bed closest to my garage to start weeding. She kneeled on a pad she pulled from the bucket and began poking the soft dirt with the small pick-like tool.
Her left side was facing me as she leaned forward balancing on her left arm, hand on the dirt. I could detect her ample breast swaying inside her shirt as she gathered up the loose weeds to place into the bucket.
She glanced my way as she leaned forward again, no doubt to make sure I was watching. Pulling up the next batch of weeds I noticed a drop of sweat forming on the tip of her nose. After dropping the weeds into the bucket she sat back on her heels, raising her arm to wipe the drop off her nose, then running the back of her hand across her forehead. Her shirt pulled up as she did so and her lower breast peeked out from under her top.
Leaning forward again she shifted the pad to the side of the flower bed nearest my garage. She spread her knees apart on the pad, giving me the full show now, from the rear. The flimsy shorts were now drawn up into her pussy, revealing the shape of her lips outlined clearly in the thin fabric.
By now I had simply given up on sorting, sitting down on my stool to enjoy the show. And she continued her performance.
Shifting now slightly to the side she gave me a view directly up her hanging crop top. Her full breasts hanging and swaying as she slowly drew a shovel backwards and forwards through the dark rich soil. Her pelvis began turning up and down, pulling her shorts tighter and tighter into her crotch.
She dropped the last of the weeds into the bucket and stood up, again mopping her brow with more underboob showing. She smiled again at me, immediately bending over at the waist, giving me one last peek at her pussy lips beneath her shorts, as well as her breasts as the shirt fell upwards, revealing both in all their glory.
"Oops" she squealed and stood up quickly, watching for my reaction as she pulled her top back down. "Guess I gave you quite the show there. Sorry" she laughed as she turned to go back inside.
"I think I better get inside and cool off with a long drink of something" she said seductively.
She pulled the door shut, leaving me with nothing but my nuts and bolts and a raging hard-on.
Contemplating whether to return to sorting or go inside to relieve myself, I soon had a better alternative. I watched as my neighbor, having removed her top, was opening up a window which I knew, having visited their house for a party once, was in her bedroom. She was looking straight into my eyes as she gave me a come hither look and slipped back into the darkness of the room.
I opened her side gate and walked up to the window. She was standing at the end of the bed, facing me. Her body was now completely nude as she sat on the bed and scooted back. Lying back, she turned to her nightstand and pulled a large black dildo out of the drawer and seductively licked it, teasing me yet again.
She kept her eyes on mine as she slid it down, teasing her nipples by first dragging it across them, then slapping them with the rubbery monster.
She looked at me and said "Are you going to just stand out there, you demented peeping Tom? Or are you going to try the back door? It might be unlocked. Would you check it for me?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. I practically ran through the back door, through the house into the bedroom.
She was waiting for me, standing next to a hard backed wooden chair she had positioned facing the foot of the bed.
"Sit" was all she said.
She didn't have to ask twice yet again. In this situation she was in control and I was putty in her hands.
"The only way this is going to work is if you promise not to touch me or cum, no matter how much you may want or need to" she cooed into my ear.
I gulped as I saw the handcuffs dangling from her finger. "And, to make sure you don't try anything, these will hold you back in case you can't control yourself" she whispered as she snapped one cuff onto my wrist.
Click.
Drawing my cuffed wrist behind the chair she said "Now be a good boy and give me that other wrist."
