Actually they found another couple, ". . .hidden in plain sight." as they sometimes say. The neighbor boy, Jeff had just graduated from high school and had turned 18. Phil and Rags found out about that when Jeff's parents had a party celebrating his graduation. It was a family party and Phil and Rags were not invited, but they heard about it as they said hello to their neighbors in the normal course of their comings and goings. Jeff had an older sister named Rebecca who still lived at home, went to a local community college and worked part time. Jeff also had a part-time job working the morning shift at a fast-food place.
When Jeff came home he usually came home to an empty house. Jeff was horny, evidently. He wasn't really creepy if you understood teenage male hormonal activity. When he was home by himself in warm weather he dressed in ways that must have seemed sexy to him, and wore those clothes out of doors around the house, taking a chance that people would see him. Because Rags was a very attractive woman and would often wear skimpy clothes around the house in the summer time, Jeff looked for Rags to come outside, and when she did, Jeff came out to see her and to be seen by her.
He would go shirtless unless the weather was too chilly. He would sag his pants extremely low. Then he tried wearing thong underwear and sagging his pants really low. He had a couple of Speedos, and evidently they were not small enough so eventually it looked to Rags' educated eye that he traded the Speedos for girls' bikini bottoms. He wore spandex bicycle shorts and low-rise tights. The two back yards were separated by a privacy fence, but Rags noticed that when she awoke from sleep in her upstairs bedroom that if she accidentally glanced out her window, she could see over the fence into the neighbors' yard and Jeff would be wearing just his thong -- whether it was underwear or swimwear she could not tell. And sometimes he would be naked.
He was not especially muscular, but he wasn't skinny, either. He had more of a swimmer's body. The sexy thing about that was that his slender build seemed to make his cock and balls look proportionately bigger.
Now on one particular day that summer after his graduation Jeff was trimming some bushes that grew next to his house and parallel to Rags' driveway. He was working on Rags' side of the bushes and her eyes were drawn to what he was wearing. He had no shirt on and the pants he was wearing were white, skin tight and extremely low cut. Much of his ass was exposed in the back, but what was covered was covered with a stretch denim that clung to his ass like glue. The front was so low that one could see a portion of his shaft before it was pushed down to be clearly visible under the stretch denim as it lay against his right leg.
Rags knew that to wear something like that, Jeff had to be feeling horny as shit. Furthermore, if the pants looked sexy on Jeff, a similar pair of pants would look very hot on Rags. Rags put on a bikini (not a micro -- but still a pretty small and revealing suit) and a pair of fuck-me heels and went out to talk with Jeff. "Hi, Jeff," she said.
J: Hi, Mrs. Collins.
(There was some nervousness in his voice.)
R: I couldn't help but notice the pants you're wearing. They're hot. You look hot in them. Where'd you get them? I'd like to buy a pair.
J: I doubt you'll be able to. I got them at the thrift store on 29
th
Street. I didn't see any other pair like them on the rack.
R: Nuts! I think that they look really hot. Say! What size are they?
J: They're juniors size seven.
Rags started to think things over. She formed a plan on the fly.
R: Would you like to come inside with me and let me try them on? I'll let you try on my bikini bottom -- or would you rather try on one of my g-strings. You know, if you just let the g-string cover your cock and let your balls hang out on either side of the suit it really looks sexy -- and kind of like a pussy. Would you like to try? Do you have the time?
J: Sure. My folks won't be home for another couple of hours. Just let me leave a note for my sister. She'll be coming home soon and will be expecting me to be here.
Jeff went into his house, wrote a quick note to his sister and went over to Rags'. He walked up the driveway and Rags met him there and brought him into the house through the back door. "Wait here," she said. She came back shortly with a variety of bikinis and thongs. She spread them out into two groups. Pointing to one group she said, "These are mine but are stretchy enough that you will be able to fit in them. The other group are Phil's, so they will have more room for your package. You can look them over and pick out which one you would like to try on first." Once he had picked out a suit, she said, "Now we'll just turn our backs to one another and take off what we're wearing. You'll pass me your pants and I'll put my bikini bottoms on the table. If you want to put them on instead of what you picked out, go for it. When you're dressed turn around and when I'm dressed, too, I'll take you to a mirror so you can see how you look."
They did that and Jeff put on the bikini that Rags had just been wearing. He wanted the head of his cock to be right where Rags' pussy had been. He immediately put a wet spot of pre-cum there on the suit.
Rags tried her level best to get the tight pants on, but they were too small. She pulled them up as high and tight as she could and then folded the two sides of the zipper into the pants at a 45 degree angle. The pants were tight on her ass and legs, revealing three to four inches of butt crack and in front showing about a half inch to an inch of pussy crack with her clit clearly visible (and engorged).
She turned around and Jeff was facing her, his hard cock straining against the stretchy material of her bikini. She liked the look -- really liked the look. She then gave one more tug on the pants to pull them up and tight onto her ass and slowly did a 360 in front of him. "What do you think? Do they look sexy?"
