I wish to acknowledge my co author for the story submission Naughty Neighbors....I was not sure how to do this, and I am hoping this will be posted. My co author is a dear friend....and his name is mthfrk. I am compelled to add an apology to this message, as he does feel slighted, with good reason. He worked as hard as I did on this story, and deserves some recognition as well. So, for you my friend, I'm sorry.
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It was a warm summer day, the trees swaying slightly in the breeze as she walked out onto the deck. She'd been cleaning all day and was ready for a well deserved break. Setting her glass of tea down on the table, she settled into her chair and opened her book. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of him, mowing his lawn. "This must be the new neighbor", she thought to herself as she allowed her gaze to travel across his handsome face. Dark hair, curling just at the nape of his neck... sparkling blue eyes, framed with long dark lashes... a sturdy chin... yes, he looked extremely masculine and very sexy.
Her eyes moved down his body, clad in blue jeans tight enough to accent his hard muscular ass and thighs. His t-shirt also tight, revealing a strong chest and flat stomach. She found herself watching him, over her book, trying to be inconspicuous about it. Watched the way he moved the mower purposefully across his lawn... the way his body moved... imagining it moving over hers... He saw her glancing over at him, though she was quite adept at concealing her movements. He felt her eyes on him, watching as the sinews of all his ripped muscles flexed and bulged while he calmly mowed his lawn. He purposefully wore his tight jeans, aware that all those squats and leg lifts had sculpted his ass. He liked to show it off. And so he strategized how to mow his lawn to give her the best view.
He felt his cock bulging from within, thinking about her, imagining what she was thinking, thinking of what he too, wanted to do to her, with her. His "innocent" smile concealed his sinister intentions as he glanced in her direction, waving to her as he passed the mower easily over his lawn. He slowed the pace, catching an eyeful of her body.
She was in a red halter top, tied loosely around her neck, and it accentuated her swelling breasts beautifully. He felt a small dribble of spittle ease down his chin as he thought of her erect nipples calling to him, beckoning his touch, and he gasped. He was so aroused, his pants did little to hide his bulging crotch swelling beneath the denim. Never wearing underwear was the quickest way to arousal, and he was throbbing for her.
He looked down at himself, and quickly glanced at her, surprising her as she caught him catching her looking at that very same bulging crotch. He thought he noticed her licking her lips and smiling mischeivously, but he wasn't sure. That's when she distracted him. She reached over her chair, stopping for a moment as her halter top slipped forward, revealing her glorious breasts and swelling nipples, and lifted a gaze to catch him staring straight at her tits. She watched him through lowered lashes... knowing full well he was staring at her breasts, her erect nipples, marveling at the valley between them. A small bead of perspiration began at the base of her throat and traveled slowly down her body, into her cleavage. Seductively she moved her finger to scoop it up, then brought it to her lips... tasting the salty wetness as he watched. She curled her fingers around the glass of iced tea before sitting down again, offering him a small smile as her eyes met his. He smiled back, continuing to move his mower slowly across his lawn. It seemed to be getting even hotter outside, she thought... or maybe it was the desire sparked between the two of them. Half lying in her lounge chair, she allowed her legs to part slowly... just slightly... knowing her tight cut-off shorts would show him just what she wanted him to see. She could feel herself becoming damp with wanting... needing to feel him next to her, all around her, inside her... He gasped as he saw her part her legs. The small tight gap between then clearly showed the flesh underneath her shorts as she was without panties. A woman after my own heart, he thought to himself.
She writhed a little in her chair as she slid one way and then the other, giving him strategic views of her glistening wetness. He started suddenly, aware that he had been staring at her crotch for too long, and hadn't realized that he was now mowing the hedges, or trying to.
Embarrased but smiling, he backed the mower up and procceeded to make a slow trek across his lawn so that he could again catch glimpses of swelling lips between her parted legs. His crotch throbbed at the thoughts he had, imagining sitting closely by her side, imagining slowly parting her legs, revealing her wet slit clearly engorged and throbbing, imagining taking his tongue and darting it quickly between her pink lips, thrusting it deep inside her, delighting in the tart taste, and revelling in her fragrance. Ahh, to be there now, doing just that.
He licked his lips, then wiped the beads of sweat cascading down his glistening chest, and slowly walked his mower around the yard, giving her moments to catch him. He hoped that she was admiring his muscular body, one that he had proudly worked on for countless hours over the years. His abs were sculped, his chest was chiseled, and his thighs were rock hard. He hoped he would be able to put his body in motion soon--on her. His desire for her was apparent, as she stared at the crotch of his tight jeans. Normally she wouldn't have thought to approach someone this way, but she just had to meet him, had to touch his body... even in just a passing neighborly way. Standing up and adjusting her halter top slightly, she made her way across his lawn... he saw her approach and turned off the mower.
She introduced herself with a smile, and he returned the gesture. "I thought you might like something cold to drink, after all the hard work you've been doing", she said... and hoped he would say yes. He grinned and followed her to her deck, where she poured him a fresh glass of iced tea and waved her hand towards an empty chair.
He sat next to her after taking the glass from her hands... his fingers brushing hers for just a moment, but enough to send a spark of electricity between them. Looking up into his eyes, her breath caught... she had to say something, do something... she couldn't let this moment go. Smiling shyly at him, she commented that he must really take care of himself, his body lean and sculpted... and inquired as to whether he worked out... "I work out daily," he answered with just a hint of pride. "I love going to the gym, too. But I have a machine in my basement that I use. If you ever want to stop by for a brief workout, I would love to show you," he added, the hope self-evident by the sheepish look on his face. 'OH man!' would I love to show you a workout, he said to himself.
