Phil quickly learned what everyone else in the neighbourhood already knew. He'd just moved in next door to a goddess, a real-life professional model. She was friendly, older (well older than his 18 years) and drove a Mustang. The only thing better than seeing her heading out for a run in her compression pants and crop top were the days when she washed that car.
Lawn mowing turned out to be his first step toward friendship with Ellie. There was no fence separating the front yards of their respective houses so when he was cutting his father's lawn he offered to cut hers as well. Ellie had been glad to have Phil cut her lawn and even offered to pay for the privilege. He would have done it for free, but hey, why turn down the money?
Phil was cautious despite the urging of his friends. They all seemed to think he had an obligation to try and live out their fantasies just because he lived next door. Some of their suggestions were downright ridiculous whilst others, like breaking in and installing cameras were both laughable and criminal.
That's not to say that he didn't think about it. He was almost as obsessed as they were. The fact that he was actually able to hold a conversation with her kept him from trying anything silly. He didn't want to forfeit that for some random act of stupidity and instant gratification.
In the end it was the panties that unraveled him. His friend Stan had suggested that if he could steal some off her washing line that he'd pay twenty bucks for them. Phil laughed and told him to fuck off, but the thought stuck with him.
It stuck with him enough that the next time he was mowing her lawn he did something he'd never thought he'd do.
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Phil pushed the mower down the last stretch of Ellie's back yard lawn. He noticed the clothes Line. It was in the sun on the far side of the house from his and some of Ellie's clothes were hung out to dry. His teenage eyes immediately picked out the underwear amongst the wash.
He glanced around the yard nervously. No one could see him. Ellie had gone out for a run when he'd started mowing. He stepped up to the line, letting the mower die. The sudden absence of the engine noise was startling. Nervously, his heart beating rapidly, he ran his finger over a bra. He pulled the strap down to read the tag. 34D. Victoria's Secret it proclaimed and just touching it had his cock stiff as an iron rod. There were a couple of panties hanging on the line too. Two were thongs (one lacy, one cotton) and the third was a cotton bikini cut. He fingered them all, even running his finger through the crotch, imagining where it had been and how wonderful it might be to touch her there.
"Was that a noise?"
His heart raced faster and guiltily he quickly restarted the mower and finished the lawn.
"That looks so much better!" Ellie said as he was pushing the mower toward his house.
"It was no trouble," Phil replied, his eyes straining to meet hers rather than survey the sight of her in her running gear.
Ellie followed him down the side of the house. She took a pair of twenty dollar bills from her purse and handed them to Phil.
"Thanks for doing the lawn, it looks as good as usual."
"No worries, I'll come over and do them again in a couple of weeks."
"Excellent, thanks again."
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That night Phil lay in his room thinking about the panties he'd seen on the clothes line. He thought about what Ellie's pussy and tits might look like. He was rock hard and masturbated, imagining just how hot his neighbour must look naked.
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The next time he was mowing the lawn, Phil once again came face to face with Ellie's underwear. Phil couldn't help himself. He checked out the panties that were hanging on the line and removed a thong. It was pink cotton with white polka dots. He quickly shoved it in his pocket, dropped the peg back into the bucket that dangled from the line and went back to mowing the lawn.
When Ellie returned, he was worried that she would somehow know what he had done. He got away with it though.
That night, alone in his room, he wrapped the thong around his cock and wanked. When he came, he used the thong to catch his load.
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Ellie pulled the washing in after Phil had gone home with the lawn mower. She smiled as she did so. He was a good kid. She was happier giving him the money and helping him out rather than having some stranger with a business do it. Besides, he was cute. She enjoyed the way he looked when he pushed the mower back and forth across the yard. She made sure that she wasn't always out when he did it. She'd even had a few guilty fantasies about being the older woman who took the young guy's virginity. He wasn't cut like someone who got stuck into weights, but he was naturally athletic and a bit taller than her 5'9". She'd certainly enjoyed the way his sweaty t-shirt had clung to him when he'd been mowing the lawn. His dark hair was just a bit long and a little curly; it off-set his piercing blue eyes. Those eyes and his nicely cut jaw-bone really worked for him.
As she folded the washing something seemed to be missing. She was sure that she'd hung out the thong that matched her pink bra. She shook her head, putting it down to the Washing Machine Gods that stole single socks and random bits of underwear. It was only a small thong after all and easily misplaced.
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Toward the end of the week, after masturbating with the same thong every day, Phil found it was starting to lose some of its appeal. It wasn't quite enough. He wanted more. He was thinking about the black cotton bikini that he'd seen and wished that he'd taken that as well. He did worry that Ellie would notice if her underwear collection were suddenly halved though.
He wished the lawn would grow quicker.
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The mower grumbled to a stop. Once again Phil quickly headed for the washing line. Jackpot! There was more underwear. This time he snagged a blue cotton bikini decorated with little green hearts and a blue and white horizontally striped thong. It must have been a big wash load; there were still five other pairs of panties on the line.
As soon as he'd finished mowing he headed back home, showered and headed for his room. He grabbed the blue and white thong and rubbed it up and down his cock. Not much later it was as full of his seed as his head was of thoughts of Ellie.
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This time Ellie wasn't imagining it. There was definitely underwear missing. Would someone really be stealing from her line? It wouldn't be that surprising, she sighed. It was one of the risks of being the model in the neighbourhood.
She decided to find out who could be stealing her underwear. She set up a camera to watch the line. It was out of sight, in the corner of the laundry window and wouldn't be visible to a casual observer who was focused on her washing.
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"Hey Phil guess what?" Ellie called out to him happily one Saturday morning.
"I have no idea," Phil replied.
"I bought a puppy! You should come and meet her."
"Sure," Phil smiled.
Ellie led him into her house. He tried not to appear as excited as he really felt. For the first time he was being asked inside Ellie's house. He gazed about desperately. He was inside a model's house! It was spotlessly clean and the décor was modern and chic compared to the mundane stuff that his parents had and there was some nice artwork on the walls. Other than that though, there was a disappointing lack of anything that shouted that a model lived there.
When they reached the living room Ellie opened a little gate that she'd put up and was enthusiastically greeted by a little terrier pup, wagging its tail like its life depended on it.
"This is Missy," Ellie told him, picking up the little dog and hugging it as she introduced her to Phil.
"She's gorgeous!" Phil said, offering his hand for the pup to sniff before ruffling its head affectionately.
"She is!" Ellie laughed, returning her to the floor. The puppy sniffed around their feet and played happily.
"So I have a favour to ask if you don't mind?" Ellie asked Phil.
"Sure, name it."
"Well I have to travel around quite a bit for work, so buying a puppy was kind of self-indulgent and quite possibly silly of me. When I saw her I just had to take her home though. I did worry that I'd not be able to look after her properly, but then I realised that I had this wonderful guy living next door who would quite possibly be kind enough to look after her when I had to travel?"
"Damn, I didn't realise that you were so close to the Pinkerings," Phil replied with a sigh. "If you'd asked me I would have said yes in a heartbeat!"
Ellie gave his shoulder a playful shove.
"Old man Pinkering is not the wonderful guy I had in mind you idiot," she laughed.
"Oh so I'm wonderful?" Phil asked with feigned innocence.
"Maybe, but I could just be buttering you up so that you'll do it."
"Well I have a pretty busy schedule, but I think I could possibly add a couple of doggy visits in if you're desperate."
"That would be awesome, thanks so much Phil," Ellie gushed, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
Phil nearly swooned. She'd kissed him. Sure she had barely brushed her lips against his cheek, but being that close, wow. Her hair smelt wonderful as she came in close and even the brush of her lips seemed to leave an indelible impression. He had to wait for a moment before adjusting his crotch when she wasn't looking.
Ellie offered him a drink and they sat in her kitchen chatting while Missy played around on the floor or snuggled on Ellie's lap. Phil would have been jealous of the dog if he hadn't been overjoyed to simply be sitting and having a drink with Ellie.
"Thanks again, I'll let you know when I need you," Ellie said at the front door when she saw him out.
Her hand rested briefly on his forearm as she said goodbye. Phil wanted desperately to lean in and give her a goodbye kiss, just a peck on the cheek but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
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Ellie lay in bed in the hotel room, bored. She wondered how Missy was getting on. She already missed her little puppy and was glad that Phil was there to look after her. She knew that he'd give her the love and attention that she deserved.
She thought more about the sweet young kid next door. She pictured his face, his lean body. She remembered his smile. She thought about the way he would look at her. It was a hungry look, but not lecherous. He tried so hard not to be the kid who perved and stared at her tits all the time, but he was only 18.
"And I do have amazing tits," she thought to herself, chuckling.
For some reason she liked it. It wasn't like a stranger checking her out and for all his peeking, he never tried anything, just looked.
The more she thought about the way he looked at her, the hornier she got. Minutes later her panties had been cast aside and her fingers were teasing her clit. They dipped down between her lips and smothered the juice they found back over her little love button.
