Her attention should have been on the book in her hand, but her fingers held it open to the same page far longer than it should have taken her to read the entire chapter. She reread the same sentence half a dozen times, without grasping anything in it. The air was filled with the sound of a lawnmower and Rosie's eyes kept straying to the man pushing it. Her shirtless neighbor walked back and forth across his front lawn making neat rows in the grass, keeping Rosie's eyes glued to his toned, muscular arms and the way his pecs moved when he turned the lawnmower around. She tried to be inconspicuous sitting across the street on the stoop in front of her apartment, attempting to keep her eyes on the book when he faced her, but she wasn't great at hiding her staring.
The lawnmower sound cut out and it took Rosie a moment to register that she was still blatantly staring. Her neighbor wiped his sweaty hands on his shorts and looked over at her, winking. Her face flushed and she buried it back in the book. Embarrassment burned in her as she desperately tried to find the place where she had left off and get back to reading. She was mortified, considering getting up and going back into the house, when she heard a sharp whistle and looked up. The neighbor stood at the gate to his backyard, having brought the lawnmower back into the garage, and motioned to her with a beckoning finger. Like an idiot, she actually swiveled to look behind her, checking that he meant her. Of course, there was no one behind her. Still, she brought a hand up to her chest, questioningly tapping it as if to say "me?" He nodded, a huge smile spreading over his face, dimples popping.
Her heart hammered as she stood up and brushed off her shorts, leaving her book on the stoop. What could he possibly want? She looked both ways before crossing the deserted street and hurried over to where he stood. He passed through the gate as she approached and she followed him into his yard. He had an inground pool and a large patio, partially shaded by a canopy. He went over to a cooler and pulled out a bottle of beer dripping from the melting ice inside. He offered it out to Rosie and she shook her head vehemently. He twisted the top open and took a long swig himself.
"How old are you?" He seemed to be scanning over her, head to toe.
"I'll be 19 in two months," she told him, trying to stand a bit taller, pushing her shoulders back.
"Ha," he smirked. "You're just a kid." His eyes sparkled as if he was trying to provoke her. She wondered how old he was. Early 30s, she'd guess. He seemed to live alone and even though he often had people hanging out by the pool, they were not loud and wild parties. His friends seemed chill, from what she could tell from across the street.
"I'm not a kid," she was defensive, "I have a job and I pay for my own car and..."
"Did you get wet watching me mow?" He interrupted. Her mouth was left hanging open, taken aback by his question. "Cause your nipples are so hard I could see them through your top, across the street." Rosie instinctively folded her arms over her chest. She had on a tank top with a built-in shelf bra, which obviously didn't do enough to conceal her arousal.
She felt rooted to the spot, not knowing how to react to his accusation. He took a step closer to her, so close that she swore she could feel the heat coming off of his bare skin. The silence that stretched between them seemed to last forever. And then his hand was slipping slowly underneath the elastic of her shorts, down over her panties, between her legs. A large finger pressed the fabric into the crease, rubbing firmly and she could feel it soaking through immediately.
"Were you gonna go inside and rub one out when I was done with the lawn?" He leaned in close to whisper into her ear and she could feel herself clench against his fingers. "Do you want me to do it for you instead?" Her pussy gushed at his words and she couldn't resist the small moan that escaped her. She had a feeling it wouldn't take him long. He would have her coming as soon as he touched her clit and she really wanted to let him try.
As if sensing her confirmation, this man whose name she didn't even know, pulled her shorts down her thighs together with her panties and grasped her bare pussy in his hand, fingers diving inside her channel, thumb poised over her clit. The onslaught of sensations below was coupled with his mouth lowering over hers, kissing her hard. He brought a hand to the back of her head, pushing his tongue into her mouth and she was lost. She's never been kissed like this before. In the past, she had been kissed by tentative boys who liked her, not grown men who seemed to be acting on some sort of a lust-driven impulse.
And then he was yanking her shorts down to her ankles, lifting her flip-flopped foot up out of them, and swinging her leg up over his shoulder. Rosie braced one hand on his shoulders as his face dove in between her legs, kneeling in front of her. The way his tongue moved through her folds, the way he sucked at her dripping juices, was nothing that she'd experienced before. One hand plunged back inside her while the other grabbed onto her ass, pulling her further into his face. She couldn't hold off long while being devoured by his skillful mouth. She shuddered, coming hard, her thighs trembling as the orgasm rocketed through her. He eased up as she came down from the high of her climax before he unhooked the shorts and panties from her other foot and stood up on his feet. He ran a hand over his face, his chin glistening with her juices.
"Come inside," he motioned with his head, moving towards the sliding doors on the patio.
She was suddenly jolted into the reality that she was standing in his backyard naked from the waist down. Her face grew scarlet once more as she yanked down her tank top over her ass, following him inside.
"I'm Matt. What's your name?" He asked her, making his way right into the bedroom. She followed him unquestioningly.
"Rosie," she told him, her hands still tugging to conceal her lower half.
