"My day at work sucked." Andrea said into the phone. "I am so ready to quit. Some guy who was drunk wouldn't leave me alone. He wouldn't let me out of his sight and took every available opportunity to pinch my ass or something. Even when I told him I didn't want him near me while shit faced. What kind of guy wants to get that drunk so early in the afternoon?"
Trish, Andrea's best friend since kindergarten said, "Yeah, I don't blame you for not wanting to be felt on by some young drunk. I hope that you will get out of there soon. I know you hate it. Not too much longer and you'll be done with school."
"I know and as soon as something better comes along I'm out of there. What is sad though is I am not against having my ass pinched or meeting a guy and taking him home. I just don't want it to be some drunk. He wasn't bad looking."
Laughing, Trish said, "I know what you mean there. We've all been single too long. Hey, are you going to be at your house in an hour or so? I have to run for now but I can stop by later."
"No, I probably won't be there. I think I'm going to go to my parents' house. After my day, being chased by that guy I want to disappear. If I go home the phone is always ringing and that man one apartment over will be knocking on my door picking up where the drunk left off."
"That weirdo is still hot for you too? How do you manage to find them?"
"I've no idea."
"Okay, well enjoy the quiet. I'll catch you later tonight."
"Sounds good. Bye."
"See ya."
Andrea pulled up to her parents' house and got out of the car, taking her naughty magazine with her. She liked reading other peoples sex, since she didn't seem to get much of her own. She admitted most of that was her own fault. She did push a lot of men away, like the drunk today, but she was sick of the young male's way of approaching her. She wanted it to be on her terms to some extent at least.
She walked into the house and quickly returned outside. The sun felt good to her and she wished that she still had a bathing suit at their house that she could wear to lay out in.
She turned a lounge chair toward the evening sun, noticing that the chair pointed toward the neighbor's house but not caring and sat down to read her stories.
Considering it had been months since her last boyfriend and half that long since she had felt a cock inside her, the stories were having quite an effect on her. She wasn't sure which was working better though, the stories or the heat of the sun on her body which she noticed, now that she had stopped reading long enough to note that her skirt had rode up.
She brought her knees up and spread them slightly to both allow the sun to touch her there and hoping that the slight breeze would cool it down. She could tell already that the stories had made her wet. The breeze pointed to that fact.
***
David had spent the morning just puttering around the house. What else is there to do with the wife at work and a day off for himself besides all those "honey Do's" and watching the world go by?
He had already caught up on all of it and had logged into the computer to check his email and see if he could find anything noteworthy there. That killed all of thirty minutes since there didn't seem to be much going on. He had gotten an email from a good friend but responding to that didn't take long. News was same ole same ole.
Tired of the computer, he logged out and glanced out the window. Nature watching, being another favorite past time of his, it wasn't uncommon for him to spend time glancing out to see what the critters were up to. It's why when he moved in to this house he decided to put the computer near the window and bird feeders all over the yard. He sat watching a humming bird drink from the feeder. When one would leave another would arrive to take its place.
He watched until he could only assume that they had all drank their fill because they seemed to start playing. They chased each other all over his yard. At times, they would go out of view and then quickly return. David decided to get up closer to the window to see if he could keep them in sight and be able to watch them better.
He stood next to the window looking toward the right waiting to see the humming birds and caught a glimpse of something in the neighbor's yard. His neighbors had went out of town and asked him to keep an eye on the house. He instantly recognized their daughter. Apparently, they had told their daughter that she could stop by and make sure all was well.
Their daughter, Andrea, was twenty-five and he could remember her as a little girl in pig tails. He still found it interesting how much she had grown up. Who would have thought that the cute little girl in pig tails would turn out to be gorgeous?
David knew she still single, thanks to her parents asking his wife and knew of a young man who would be suitable for their daughter and her telling him all about their match-making endeavors. He also knew that she worked as a waitress/bartender at a local sports bar type place that he had never been to.
He could see the name tag badge on her shirt and wondered if she was heading to work or just getting off. She was laying so that she was pointed toward the sun, which means looking toward his house since the sun was starting to go down a little, but her attire wasn't something most would lay out in. She was very well dressed; button up shirt and a skirt that covered to about mid thigh with her laying back. She was reading a book and her high heeled shoes had been kicked off to the side of her lounge chair.
David gave up watching the humming birds and not wanting to seem like a peeping tom, went back to sit down at his desk again. He logged back in and rechecked a few more things, even looked into some of his favorite erotic sites to make sure he doesn't have any messages there but curiosity gets him and he wonders if she is still laying out.
David stands up and walks slowly to the window as if concerned that if he hurried someone would see what he was doing. She was still there, still had her face toward his house, still reading her book. The only difference was that now her legs were bent at the knee which allowed her skirt to rise further up her thighs and her legs were spread slightly allowing him to see the light colored panties she wore.
His cock gave a little twitch seeing her like he was and he felt somewhat like a pervert for it but not enough that he could stop looking. He found himself wondering if she shaved or trimmed, especially since what little her legs were spread didn't show any hair peeking out around the small panties. Not from this distance anyway. He had to satisfy curiosity. So, he went back to his desk and got the binoculars that are usually reserved for bird watching.
In his absence her legs spread further, as if she were waiting for him to climb between them and his cock gives another jerk. He put the binoculars up to his eyes, glad that the sun was in her face making it less likely that she would see him. Just to be safe the first thing he looks at is her face, making sure she is reading.
Assured that she is reading he moved the binoculars lower. He sees the book is actually a magazine. One of those erotic story books that his wife use to read when they were younger. He smiles to himself and moves the binoculars even lower to where he can see her panties.
David noted to himself that her panties are blue, possibly a thong since they appeared to disappear into the crack of her bottom. He still isn't able to spot any hair around her panties but noted that even though it was possibly his imagination; in one spot, the panties look a little darker. "Wet perhaps?" he wondered.
Andrea shifted in her seat and he jumped back from the window slightly, not wanting to get caught. By most people's standards peeking at the neighbors daughter would be unacceptable behavior, but he couldn't make himself feel badly about enjoying the view she presented. "What man, of any age, wouldn't look at a hot young woman?" he questioned himself.
***
Andrea wasn't sure what drew her attention to the window next door, but she glanced that way and saw something in the window. She shifted slightly and saw the curtain move. "Was someone watching her?" She wondered.
The curtain moved again and she saw the outline of Mr. David in the window. She looked down at her book while her eyes remained on the window and watched him as he apparently watched her. "What is he holding?" she questioned herself?
It took a couple minutes but eventually she figured out he was watching with binoculars or something and she chuckled to herself.
She had known Mr. David for as long as she could remember. She had even had a little girl crush on him when she hit puberty. Right on up until she moved out of her parents' house, she would sometimes masturbate thinking of him.
She was already horny and knowing that her girl hood fantasy was watching her turned her on more than she would have thought possible. He had been the good looking older man/father figure type to her. He never did anything that he shouldn't with her but she would tell him her secrets and he never shared them. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to know him intimately.
On a whim, she decided to see if he would do anything more if she spread her legs further and allowed him to see more. She went back to reading her stories and occasionally looking to see if he was still in the window.
He stayed there.
***
He gave her a minute to settle again and went back. He noticed that she is laying further back. Her bottom somehow pushed forward more so that he is able to see more of her lower cheeks. Her legs spread to the point that he wondered how she could be comfortable. It was as if she enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming her pussy. He could also tell without a shadow of a doubt that she was trimmed at the very least. No hair at all seemed to grow outside of her thong. She has light brown hair and he didn't see the shadow of hair through her panties, but he couldn't be sure either.
