From the author: This is the third chapter in an ongoing story of Cara exploring her sexuality after her divorce. It can be read as a stand alone, but hey anything's better with a little back story, right? Check out the other chapters if you can!
Chapter Three
If switching from nights to days did nothing other than give him the ability to have absolute nut busting sexy times with his next-door neighbor, Michael thought, it would have been worth it.
Sure, there were the studies that showed how terrible night shift was for people long term, and he got to see his family and friends and not feel like a zombie afterward.
He also got to go out to his backyard when he knew -- it was a perfectly normal thing for a neighbor to glance out their window to check on their neighbor -- his sexy neighbor was in her yard and do things like mow his lawn.
Was it his fault it was a warm June Sunday and he got hot? It was an electric mower and the battery on those things --
"You're doing that on purpose." Cara leaned against the fence separating their space, her chin propped on her hands. "I'm not saying, I'm not enjoying it. But you're also doing that on purpose."
He grinned. Busted.
Cara smiled back and bit her lip.
He knew what it felt like, the soft silkiness of that lip caught between his own teeth. The little surge of lust kept up his charade, and so he very carefully peeled his sweaty shirt over his head.
When he was shirtless, he winked at her. "That was on purpose."
Cara shook her head at him, but still, she laughed, "Thanks for the show."
She went back to her weeding, and he started the lawnmower again. By the time he had the front and back done, Cara was working on her raised beds. She was harvesting early lettuce, facing toward him, but bent over.
He paused to admire her shirt falling open. She leaned further over, and holy shit, she wasn't wearing a bra. Cara's loose breasts swaying sent the blood to his cock so quickly he thought he might need to sit down.
"That was on purpose," Cara laughed, her voice husky and soft.
By the time he caught his breath, she was in her garage. Right. He had yardwork to do.
He really was sweaty, but he put his shirt back on. The last thing he needed was a sunburn. Especially because he had every plan to invite Cara over and see what it was like for her ride him.
He couldn't have his back hurting for that. He had to focus on what she looked like rising up over him, her tits cupped in his hands --
"Are you OK?"
Cara looked genuinely concerned when Michael focused his attention on her. How long had he been standing in the middle of his driveway staring off into the distance?
So far honesty had served him well. Cara was a straightforward woman aware of what she wanted. She was discovering what she wanted out of a life that wasn't defined by being a wife and mother.
He told her the truth. "I was picturing you riding me."
"Oh." Her mouth fell open on a soft gasp. Her blush, which he now knew really did travel up all those luscious curves to flood her cheeks, heated her face. It only took a second for the sensual surprise to shift to genuine desire. Her mouth curved into a sexy grin. "Oh."
She went on, "Where was I riding you?"
Michael answered, "Well, I'm old so I'm partial to creature comforts. The bed is always nice. I have this soft couch out here." He paused at Cara's intake of breath.
"Which is also comfortable."
"But so exposed." It wasn't a question. Cara's voice had gone husky with desire. "Anyone might glance out their window and..."
Michael cleared the six feet of space between them, in what felt like a single step. He made it as Cara leaned over the fence, into him, her face lifted up to his. He paused a second before his lips brushed hers.
