*Author's note: This series of stories is intertwined only in the way that they feature the same girl. You don't have to read previous stories in order to enjoy this one. In fact, on occasion the back story behind the characters may change to fix the details of the stories. I do recommend reading them all though because each one will give you a better feel for the personas of the characters. Thanks*
There she stood. The sun bounced off her long straight blonde hair, magnifying its color to a rich golden hue. Her thin white crop top hung loosely over her shoulders and showed off her bare midriff; its tightness was obvious even from afar but there were no bulging abs. That's how I liked it. What really drew my eye though was her chest. Her breasts were DD's and perfectly rounded with just the right amount of perkiness. They were barely contained by her bright blue bikini top I could see through her shirt. Her long legs looked powerful and elegant coming down from her blue booty shorts, the little bikini strings poking up from the waistband. And what a booty she packed into those shorts. Her butt was pretty big for her athletic figure, each globe was a little bit more than a handful and it was tight and perky. I saw all of this through the slits in of my window shades from across the street as I watched her washing her metallic blue 1967 mustang. The car was a beauty and it only got better looking with her body all over it.
I watched her moving around the car first soaping it up and then rinsing it off. I could see either her sexy ass or succulent breasts from any spot she was around her car. Her tight ass was pushed out and her back arched as she scrubbed down her car. When she went around to the other side I could see her breasts jiggle in her top as her whole body rocked in time with her scrubbing. Her top was soaked and entirely see through as it clung to her curves. She had clusters of bubble rolling down her stomach and legs. My favorite sight was her bent completely over to polish the wheels of her car. I had a side view of her while she did that, her ass was clearly on display as were her boobs that were threatening to topple out of her bikini.
I liked to imagine that she was putting on a show just for me as I sat on a stool in my room, naked, stroking my hard seven inch cock. I knew it was a stupid thought but I'd had a crush on her since I moved in nearly five years ago at age fourteen. She was thirteen but she was a cutie even back then. I was a shy teenager though so I rarely talked to her, except on occasion when walking back from the bus stop. Thankfully, I was funny so I was able to capitalize on it at least a little bit when I managed to get her attention. I didn't think I could compete with the jocks she often was with. They were tall and really buff while I was only 5'10", the same height as her, with a little bit of definition to my muscles so I never tried to make a move. So there I was just relaxing and enjoying the show that I pretended was intended for me.
At some time during watching I went to the bathroom and wet my cock before grabbing the liquid soap because nobody was home. I squirted the soap into my hands and lathered it up along the length of my cock and returned to my stool to watch the show. As I neared orgasm I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of my soaped up hand gliding over my cock and imagined it was her tight wet pussy. My pleasure peaked and spurted all over my chest just as my fantasy world came to an abrupt end.
My eyes flashed open as I heard water being blasted against my window. I tried to cover my pulsing and quickly receding boner because I could see her standing at my window her hands on her hips with the hose in one hand. I couldn't decipher the look on her face but I know her hand motion quite well, she pointed towards the ground next to her harshly: get your ass out here now. I snapped the blinds shut and ran to the bathroom and did my best to clean myself off quickly with water and a towel. I grabbed my board shorts from my room and a white t-shirt and quickly put them both on before running to the door. I hesitated at my door with my hand hovering above the nob, trying to swallow back my guilt and shame as my face burned crimson. I took one last large gulp of air before heading out into the harsh sunlight.
I walked over towards Rebecca who had returned to her car, now sitting on the hood and staring at me harshly. Upon reaching her car I realized that I had no clue what to say so I just stood there with my hands clasped in front of me, my shoulders hunched over and my head bowed low. She stood up, towering over me bent the way I was, with her hands on her hips and cleared her throat. I didn't respond or make any move so she cleared her throat louder and more threatening. I slowly looked up at her face my eyes pleading her for mercy and hers displaying angry questions.
"Well," Is all she said. It wasn't a question but a demand.
I struggled to speak. I kept tripping over my tongue and stuttering as she arched her eyebrow waiting for my reply. "Listen, Rebecca, I uh- you know umm..."
