I meant to say this in part 1, but this story is inspired by NuclearGorilla's series Neighbor Saw My Wife Naked. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it.
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It was Monday morning around the time Mikayla usually appeared. Martin sat on his porch nervous as ever, wondering if Mikayla was going to appear again.
He had messed up touching her butt on Saturday but her reaction was not what he had expected. He had expected her to be furious, but she seemed calm almost, almost thrilled by it. Still, he worried with time she might have a different reaction. He had stayed inside all of Sunday and hadn't contacted Mikayla. He wasn't sure what to say and was worried he might say or do something else stupid. Still, he sat out on his porch Monday morning, the temptation of seeing Mikayla too enticing to ignore.
Just as his worry hit a crescendo, Mikayla ripped the curtains open and there she was in all her beautiful glory. She wore a dark red lingerie set, that made her already fantastic body look even better.
Mikayla did her usual routine, stretching above her head before turning around and bending over. She then turned back around and waved for Martin to come over, which he excitedly did, hopeful that his mistake on Saturday didn't ruin their friendship.
Sunday had been a quiet day for Mikayla. She couldn't do her regular show for Martin in the morning, it was still the weekend plus her husband was home. She still opened her front window in only a bathrobe but Martin wasn't there. She felt a deep disappointment, having grown to enjoy their time in the morning together. She rationalized that he knew there would be no show today and probably had other things to do.
She had thought a lot about Martin touching her butt. It was unexpected but quite titillating, it was the most action she had had in weeks. She knew it was wrong but that only made it more exciting.
Sunday was pretty nondescript for her. Josh was too tired from a hard week of work to do much more than sit on the couch and watch TV. She caught herself staring at Martin's house a few times, wondering if she should text him, knowing how guilty he could feel. She would have worried he wouldn't be there Monday morning but she knew he couldn't resist.
"Hello!" Martin said walking right into Mikayla's home without knocking.
"Hey, I'm in the kitchen making our coffees." She replied.
Martin made his way to the kitchen, walking in and seeing Mikayla bent over at the waist looking in one of the lower cabinets. Her thong-cladded ass looked so perfect and round, the small fabric tucked between her heavenly cheeks.
"Where is that sugar?" Mikayla asked, shaking her butt at him. "Here it is." She said, finally standing up and turning around. "Martin, how are you?" She asked him, giving him a big welcoming smile.
"I'm good, sorry for not knocking." He answered.
"Oh, it's no problem at all." She replied. "Please take a seat."
"I should also apologize for Saturday." He said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"What for? I had a wonderful time with you." She replied, turning her attention to getting their coffees.
"Well for.. umm, touching your... umm... well your... ummm..." Martin stuttered.
Mikayla smirked, her back was turned but she could hear the nerves in his voice. "My butt?" She said, turning around to face him, 2 full mugs in her hands.
"Yes, that." He replied.
"Why are you apologizing for that?" She asked, placing a mug in front of him, making sure to lean forward and give him a deep look down her cleavage before sitting next to him.
"Ummm... it was inappropriate of me to touch you like that." He responded.
"Oh please, I've been basically begging you to touch me." She told him.
"Really?" Martin replied surprised.
"Of course, why do you think I bend over in front of you so often?" Mikayla responded.
"So, you're not mad?" He asked.
"Of course not." She answered. "Now, what do you have planned for the day?"
Mikayla and Martin had their usual morning talk as they sipped on their coffees. Mikayla smiled as she saw Martin relax and open up. She especially smiled when she saw him look down at her barely covered chest. It had finally sunk in his brain that she didn't mind him looking. Mikayla had to do some work today, so she had to say goodbye to Martin after they finished.
"It was great talking to you again." Martin said as they walked to her front door.
"It's always a pleasure." Mikayla replied.
Mikayla stepped forward and hugged Martin again. Martin hesitated for a moment, but as Mikayla lingered in the hug, he reached down and grabbed her left butt cheek.
"Hehe!" Is all the reaction he got from Mikayla. He began massaging it in his hand, feeling the soft yet muscular cheek of his lovely neighbor. He tried to memorize the feeling in his hands as the moment seemed to be over so quickly. Mikayla gave him a kiss on the cheek, then pulled away slightly. Martin moved his hand away from her butt and they smiled at each other for a long moment before Martin left.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said before leaving.
"Yes, you will." Mikayla replied with a smirk.
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Martin patiently waited for Mikayla Tuesday morning, just like he did every morning now. Mornings seemed to take forever now as he was always overly excited. Today was especially hard as Mikayla had given him the ok to touch her and he fully intended to take advantage.
When he saw Mikayla in the window wearing a lacy light blue set of lingerie, he took in her little show. Once she walked away, he quickly got up and made his way over. He once again entered without knocking and went right to the kitchen. Mikayla was preparing their coffees like normal.
Mikayla smiled at him when he entered the kitchen. She put the coffee down on the table and sat down. Martin looked a little disappointed as she sat down. She knew why, he wanted her to bend over so he could touch her butt some more. But she had other plans.
"Hi Martin, come sit down." She said inviting him to the table.
"Thank you for the coffee." He replied sitting down. "How are you doing?"
They began to chitchat as they sipped on their coffees. Martin would take a peek at Mikayla's breasts periodically, making sure not to linger to long to be seen as creepy. He noticed this bra today seemed to be extra revealing, he could almost see the outside of her areola. It was hard to focus as his brain pondered what her nipples looked like.
"Mmfff... had a real tough workout yesterday." Mikayla said at one point as she stretched her long legs out. "Do you lift at all?"
"No, never really got into that." He answered.
"It's not too late." She replied. "But it sure does make your legs sore."
"I'm afraid working out may destroy me if it's making you sore." He responded.
"Hehe, ya." She said. "Mmfff...I've tried icing but what I really need is a good massage."
"I could help with that." He offered, seeing an opportunity.
Mikayla smirked a bit, she had hoped he'd say that. "Would you? I'd really appreciate it." She replied.
"Ya, I could definitely help you." He responded.
"Thank you so much." She said. "Come on."
Mikayla stood up and grabbed Martin's hand. He stood up and followed her as she led him upstairs. Martin's eyes followed Mikayla's magnificent ass, the small thong barely hiding anything.
"Let go in here." She told him, bringing him into her bedroom. "The bed should give us plenty of space."
Martin froze at the door. It was his first time being in her bedroom. The walls were a dark brown, there sat an ornate bed on the right, a dresser on the left, and 2 armchairs by the large window on the other side of the room.
"Are you coming?" She asked as she got on the bed.
"Yes, of course." He said, walking over to the bed.
In Martin's wildest dreams, he never thought he'd be here, in Mikayla's bedroom with a half-naked Mikayla. Mikayla grabbed a bottle of massage oil and handed it to Martin. She then laid on her stomach, her round butt on display for Martin.
"Why don't you start with my calves." She suggested as Martin oiled up his hands.
A little disappointed as Martin wanted to start elsewhere, he knew he had to be patient. He started with her right calf, sinking his fingers into her muscular lower leg. He squeezed with a strong grip, trying to release any built-up tension in Mikayla's leg.
"Oh, Martin! Yes, right there!" Mikayla moaned. "Oh god, that's so good!"
Martin knew what she was doing, that she was teasing him with her moaning like that. His cock couldn't tell the difference apparently, as he felt his blood rush to the area. He soon switched to her other calf, Mikayla continued to moan as he massaged her.
"Mmm... why don't you move up to my thighs." Mikayla told him.
"Right away." Martin replied, his hands sliding up her wondrous legs.
He began to rub his hands along her thick thighs, squeezing her strong upper legs. He made sure to rub along her legs without touching her ass, not yet at least. He kept a solid grip massaging deep into her hamstrings, feeling every inch of her beautiful legs. Her legs were shaved clean and skin was warm and soft as she clearly moisturized them well,
"Mmm... oh Martin! Yes! Just like that!" Mikayla continued to moan and tease.
Martin gripped one leg with each hand, pushing deeply into her thighs, and moving up them. He "accidentally" bumped her glutes with his arms causing her butt to jiggle ever so nicely. He watched in excitement as he took in her perfect butt. Mikayla bit her lower lip as she felt the old man focus his massaging to right under her butt. She knew it was time.
"Martin, maybe it's time..." Mikayla began to say. "Oh!" She reacted as she felt Martin's hands slap down on her butt.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait any longer!" He told her as his hands began to massage her butt.
"Good, 'cause neither could I!" She replied.
Martin gripped her ass tightly, feeling the soft skin and tight muscles of her ass. He worshipped her ass, his hands roamed all over making sure to get a feel of every inch. He was intently focused, nothing could have pulled him away. He gripped each cheek and spread them, getting a good look at her thong wedged tightly between her cheeks.
