It had been 105 the whole week. The heat, even for a former self-proclaimed heat lover, had become too much. Today my wife left the house for work, thanks to my recent investments I know longer worked, so I cranked up the air conditioning and lost the clothes.
I sat naked in my living room absentmindedly playing with my cock and watching MTV. Although they no longer play good music videos anymore, MTV still puts on some decent T & A. In my living room there is a big glass window that overlooks my land and my neighbors yard. It is a modest plot of land (1 acre), and is well kept.
My neighbor Jim, he doesn’t have all the time in the world to work on his land so it is a little dingy. I feel for him, he works too jobs because his Ex-wife Mona had a really good lawyer and that was that for Jim and his life. However, his two offspring are extremely good looking. Jim Jr. is now a grad student at UC-Berkley and his daughter Laura is a Sophomore at Yale.
Being it the summer, Laura was home. Jim Jr decided on not coming home. Instead he decided to be with his new found love Margaret who lived in Nova Scotia.
MYV got boring so I started flipping channels. After what seemed like an eternity I finally found some good porn on one of the cable channels.
After working my penis for a while I began to get in the rhythm of my masturbation the door bell rang.
“Coming,” I yelled.
I ran around the house looking for some clothes and went to the door. Opening the door cautiosuly to shield my wood I was shocked to see Laura standing before me. Her white tank top was soaked with sweat and her wonderful nipples were saluting me at full staff. To make it worse on my straining cock, she had on a pair of those fuzzy short shorts that drive me absolute nuts. I swear I could see her lips bulging against the felt fabric.
“Hey Rob,” she said. “Can you do me a favor?”
She shot me one of those puppy dog looks and her brown eyes nearly made me come right there and then.
“Sure,” I said. “Shoot.”
“My lawnmower is broken, and I need help. I wanted to surprise daddy and well-its just not going as planned.”
I looked out the window and checked on their lawn. She was right. The lawn looked like shit, as if a blind guy went in there with a machete and cut whatever he could. I knew I had to help her, after all that is the neighborly thing to do.
“Lets go out and I’ll see what I can do.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and with those B-cup breasts moving I felt my cock lurch. Down boy, I thought, its going to be a long afternoon.
She turned around and I watched her sculpted bottom sway with the beat of the land as we made our way to the lawnmower.
When we got there I was already hot. Droplets of sweat slowly dripped down my back and my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“It won’t start.”
She shot me another pout, and I became concious of my hard-on. Did she notice? Probably not, I did pick a pretty baggy pair of shorts, but still this was Jim’s daughter.
“Ok, why don’t you show me what you do with it.”
I went behind her to ‘observe’ what she was doing wrong. I watched with glee as her butt clenched when she bent over to grab the starter and give it a pull. After three pulls and me salivating over her perfect ass I told her to stop. I moved up right behind her and let my cock lightly graze her buttocks. A little moan came from her and I felt a surge of electricity shoot up my spine from my cock.
I told her to grab the starter again and give it a forceful pull. When she bent over this time her globes separated and ground up against my hard-on. The pleasure was immense but short lived as the lawn mower sputtered once again and she moved away in frustration.
She had to have known the game was on by now.
I slid up to her and said, “Why don’t you grab me a beer from your dad’s fridge and yourself a pop. I’ll take care of this.”
She slowly nodded and went off to the house. I admired her the whole way. I imagined the possibilities. Her ass spread open as I slowly pushed my huge cock in and out of her virgin pussy. It would be amazing. The simple idea of her presumed tightness caused me to give my member a hard pull and take a deep breath. I knew I could do this.
The problem with the lawnmower was simple, no gas. I shook my head in disbelief and ran to my house to get some. Within minutes, when I got back, she was there waiting for me. Instead of a pop she had gotten herself a glass of wine in her left hand. In her right, an ice cold Miller for me.
