Last week Ashley had been out in the front yard in her cut offs and a sports bra, weeding the garden, when Mark had driven by in his pick up. She'd watched him drive by, she always watched him, it was an easy to notice truck all beat to shit but with lifted tires. Growing up her older sister had told her that men liked their trucks that high so they could peek up girls' skirts when they helped them into the cab. Now in her late 20's she'd like to say she didn't believe it anymore but it certainly seemed to be part of the reasoning for something so impractical.
She wanted to think the best of Mark Taylor, who'd she'd gone to high school with and then after both of them wasting a few years in community college had ended up neighbors with, so she tried to disregard the lifted truck in his case. She took him as a neighbor to be her consolation prize for not making it out of this town. Not even making it out of the shitty part of the town. At least she got to live next to a hot guy. She'd had a big crush on him in high school, and he'd been, at most, just friendly to her but it was enough to kindle a fire still burning ten years later.
That had been her reasoning for weeding the garden in her sports bra and her most ripped up, shortest pair of cut off jeans. He drove or walked by at least once a day, so she tried to make herself at least visible once a day. Preferably make herself visible and alluring once a day. When he'd driven by last week he had definitely noticed her, he'd had to quickly correct his truck as it drifted onto the wrong side of the street as he'd stared at her ass, which was Ashley's best feature in her humble opinion. He'd definitely noticed her; of that much she was certain. So she had figured that would be the best day to make a further advance.
She'd moved into her one bedroom house 5 whole years ago, she recognized his truck on her second day of residence, as she lugged boxes and bags from Wal-Mart into the house. If he'd noticed who she was or cared he had given no indication of it so far in all 5 years. She had found herself embarrassingly giddy when she recognized the truck, the same one he'd driven all through high school. Old crushes die hard in a small town. She thought eventually he'd give her an opening, a wave, a nod, a simple hello and maybe with her adult confidence she'd actually make a move.
In high school she'd felt like an ugly little idiot, but as she got older she'd gained an appreciation for herself even if no one else had. She had pretty big tits, always a plus, a round ass with wide hips, another plus, long legs, and another plus. She'd come to regard her straight blonde hair, worn long past her shoulders, as an asset rather than "mainstream and preppy" as she had in high school. She had freckles but those were popular enough these days that people were getting them tattooed on. Her big green eyes were also marked down in the plus column alongside her wide grin, button nose and cute cheeks. Of course the cute cheeks came from her chubbiness, but as cliché as it was she truly had come to view that as more of her to love. Maybe not though, because in those five years he'd never given her an opening as she'd hoped he would on that second day of moving in.
However, almost crashing his truck had seemed like enough of an overture. Sure she'd had to actively wiggle her fat ass in his direction for 5 fucking years, but it got his attention. It was midsummer, Ashley was horny, over heated and bored, there couldn't be a better time to try to settle this score. After he'd corrected course and pulled into his driveway she had left her weeding for another day and tried to implement her plan. Kept in her freezer she always had some pies, her garden provided her with berries throughout the summer and she would freeze or can them; prepare pies for the coming fall and winter holidays or just to have around for visitors. Or seduction schemes in this case. She turned on her oven, pulled out a lattice top mixed berry pie, egg washed and sugared it and popped it into the waiting oven.
While she waited for it to bake, she hopped into the shower, scrubbing herself down and shaving everything that needed shaving, scrubbing the dirt and grass stains off. She washed and conditioned her hair so that it would smell sweet like apples. After her shower she walked around the house, tending to her indoor plants, giving her cat a couple treats and a pat. She always preferred to air dry after showers, the warm wind and sun coming in the open windows tickling her skin always made her feel new and happy. One neighbor had complained about this practice as Ashley had never seen the need to close the blinds during this ritual. As far as she was concerned everyone else could keep their eyes out of her fucking house as long as she was paying the rent on it.
She had checked the pie and decided to let the juices thicken a little longer while she pulled on a red flowered sundress and gently toweled at her hair. She didn't put on a bra or panties, either outcome of her move on Mark would have the same result, the dress would come off and she would get into a bed. Hopefully it would be his bed, but if it wasn't she'd just climb right into her own damn bed and take care of her own damn pussy.
She slipped her feet into beat up white keds and then checked the pie again, finally fully done she pulled it out of the oven using some hot pads and carried it outside using her backside to close her door behind her. She walked across her drive way into Mark's yard, much less nicely maintained than hers, and walked up the steps to the screen door of his covered porch. Transferring the pie to her left hand she opened the creaky door and walked into the porch area, gently shutting the door behind her. Walking over to the front door she knocked and then shouted out a greeting as she pressed her face to his window. Peering into the living she saw Mark, laying back on his couch shirtless but still in his jeans and work boots, hard dick in his hand. He'd obviously been jerking himself off and as he looked at her in shock bent over at his window peeking in and holding a pie he came all over his fist and bare stomach.
They both shouted out obscenities at the same time, it was hard to interpret all the meaning behind them, for Ashley's part there was mostly exasperation and arousal. Of course her seduction plan wouldn't work because she got there too late, and of course her decade long crush would have a big absolutely gorgeous uncut cock. She knew how to pick men, even if her timing was off. The etiquette in this situation was unclear. All the steps of her plan were happening out of order. She sighed.
"Hi, Mark. Sorry to interrupt. I just realized I'd never come over as a neighbor, when I saw you were home I decided to bring you a little home baked treat. Don't bother getting up, I'll leave it right here on the table," she gestured at his rickety rusted porch table, "for you whenever you're ready. It's mixed berry from my garden. Bring the dish back when you're done." She said it as politely as she could under the circumstances. He was staring back at her mouth still open in shock, cum dripping down his hand, breathing hard. She straightened and backed away from the window. "Alrighty then, have a pleasant night."
With that, she'd walked right back to her house, stripped off her pretty sundress, climbed into bed and shoved her fingers right between her legs. She came quick after the display she'd just seen and then she'd drifted off to sleep thinking about Mark's cock.
