It was a hot August early afternoon and as I was home alone; I decided to get the sun lounger from the garage and catch some rays in the back garden. The rear of our property has a surrounding 2 metre high fence and although there are 2" gaps in between the wooden spars, a thick tangle of climbing vines created the perfect curtain for total seclusion.
I set up the sun bed and covered my body in sun block before laying my towel over the lounger and lying down in the warm sunlight. After only a few minutes I sat up and thought, 'What the hell', and I stripped off my swimming shorts to lie naked on the bed.
The gentle warm air wafted over my skin and stirred my body hair and I began to doze contentedly. After all, the house next door was empty and as I said the high fence gave me a secure feeling. As I lay there the heat and the action of the warm air on my body, especially around my groin area, began to have an effect on me and my prick which had been lying limply across my thigh now stirred slightly as it reacted to the stimulus applied to it.
Within a couple of minutes my cock was fully erect and standing out from the bushy hair around my genitals and as I dozed my hand closed around my throbbing hard cock, and I began to stroke it slowly in my sheer contentment. I wasn't really masturbating as such; merely touching my swollen manhood as a kind of natural male reaction. Then it happened.
My reverie was interrupted by a single spoken word that brought me awake and sent a feeling of panic through me as I sat bolt upright and searched for the source of the voice.
"Hi."
It had said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
My bleary eyes swept the tangled vines for the owner and I suddenly caught sight of someone on the other side of the fence that bordered the empty house next door. I leaped to my feet and snatched up the towel I'd been lying on, draping it in front of my naked body like a startled virgin. The voice spoke again.
"I'm Angie, your new neighbor."
I stumbled awkwardly towards the fence, trying to wrap the towel around my waist as I replied.
"Er....Hi.....I'm Steve......Nice to meet you..."
I could just make out a face and it was a lovely face too; a lady in her early thirties from the little I could see. She had short brown hair that was cut similar to the style worn by Jamie Lee Curtis. I now had the towel around my waist, but far from preserving my dignity, the fact that my cock was still erect showed clearly in the form of a give-away bulge. We chatted for a few minutes before I said it was difficult to hold a conversation through a gap of a few inches and I suggested that we move around to where a wall of 2 foot separated our driveways to allow us to talk.
Still wearing the towel (thankfully my erection had subsided) I walked around to shake hands with her and welcome her to the area. She was around 5 feet 7inches tall and I would describe her build as 'ample'. She wore a skimpy halter top and a pair of white shorts and being a typical male, I had to work hard not to let my eyes drop to her lovely, large breasts which jiggled under the halter each time she moved.
Angie told me that she and her husband Mike had bought the house and had moved in the evening before, but he was at work and she was pottering around, trying to organize their furniture etc.
"I've been trying to remove the old light fitting from the kitchen ceiling, but I'm having no luck." She smiled, "And…..I was wondering if I could trouble you to perhaps take a look at it for me."
I told her I would be delighted to assist and said I would just get dressed and collect my tools from the garage. Angie said there was no need for tools as she had her husband's tools already there; and as for getting dressed......I need not bother on her account. (Oh my God) I stepped over the wall and followed her back up the drive and around to the kitchen door at the rear of the house and she closed it behind us as she turned to point to where she had been standing on a stool to reach the light fitting.
I got onto the stool and took a screwdriver from her.....our fingers touching briefly as she passed it to me, then I looked up to the tangled mess of wiring hanging from the ceiling. Angie stood directly in front of me as I worked and I was aware that her face was only a couple of feet from my groin; making me pray silently that my cock didn't decide to act up again and embarrass us both by going hard again.
The act of stretching upwards however, had loosened my towel and before I could stop it.....the damn thing came undone and dropped to the floor. I panicked and as I tried to grab for it, I almost overbalanced and I felt Angie's hands on my outer thighs....steadying me. Our eyes met for a second before I began to blurt out my apologies and she bent down to pick up the towel.
She handed it to me as her smile erupted into a lovely tinkling laugh and as I again wrapped the towel around my waist, my red-faced stammering also gave way to laughter. She said she wouldn't tell if I didn't. I returned to working on the light and I felt her hands again close over my thighs.
"We don't want you to break you neck now do we?" She said softly.
My prayers had not been answered as I felt my penis stir under the towel and I breathed a bit more heavily as I realized that she couldn't help but notice it. The bloody towel began to loosen again as I worked and I thought, 'Screw it......if it comes off again, she can only ask me to leave,' Both my hands were involved in the work above my head when the towel eventually loosened off and as before, it fell to the floor.
This time, I just looked down at Angie and our eyes held; her slight smile showing she was not at all bothered by the fact that my cock was now fully erect. We were both breathing quite heavily and as we continued to hold eye contact, she slowly reached her hands behind her back and gasped as her halter fell away, revealing her magnificent breasts.
"I was beginning to feel over-dressed."
