"Oh, Martin!" Mikayla moaned as she laid on her bed, her towel on the ground, her fingers rubbing her inner labia.
She was furiously masturbating as she watched the video of Martin's large appendage. She didn't usually masturbate, but she couldn't help herself; his big dick brought out lustful feelings in her. Her feelings for Martin only grew as she imagined herself being with him sexually.
Her passionate moans rang through the house as she began to finger herself. Two fingers carefully dipped into her pussy as she imagined it was Martin. She wanted to go over there right now and let him have his way with her, but she knew it was wrong. She was raised right and knew that she was still married. But now she regrets giving her husband 1 last chance. If she had just asked for a divorce, she'd be over with Martin at this point, but it was too late. Now, she had to wait.
"Yes, Martin!" She groaned as her orgasm came over her. She gently shook as she pulled her fingers out.
'One week.' She thought as she stood up and looked over at Martin's house. 'In one week.'
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Mikayla woke up with a smile on her face on this bright Tuesday morning. She checked her phone and saw that Martin had deleted the video. She was disappointed, but she rolled out of bed and got ready. She knew today would be a big day, so she spent a little extra time on her makeup. She put on a dark blue bra and matching panties. It was a little more conservative than she usually wore in front of Martin, but she knew it wouldn't stay on her for long. She joyfully skipped down the stairs and headed right for curtains, her show for Martin about to begin.
Martin nervously sat on his porch this morning. He had made a drunken mistake sending that video to Mikayla. He had seen her naked several times, but she had never shown any interest in seeing him naked. And that video was very explicit; he just hoped he deleted it before she watched it, although he doubted it. He was convinced she'd end her shows with him and be repulsed by him.
So there he sulked on his porch, believing he had ruined the best part of his day. But to his astonishment, Mikayla's curtains opened, and there she stood in all her beauty. She waved at him, his shocked face looking adorable as usual. She then stretched her arms above her head, showing off her slim, tender body. She then turned and bent over, presenting her juicy ass to Martin. After she stood back up, she waved him over.
Martin ran over, his excitement overwhelming as he figured she hadn't seen the video. Making his way inside and straight to the kitchen, he saw her by the sink.
"Oh darn!" She said as he walked in.
"Mikayla, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Oh, I pulled out my paint set for today, but I accidentally got some on myself." She answered, turning around and showing Martin the swipe of white paint on her bra and chest. "Hopefully, it'll come out." She said, grabbing a rag.
Mikayla furiously wipes the bra, shaking her chest side to side. Martin sat down and looked on, mesmerized as her bra strained to contain her chest. The wipes did little but smear the pain around.
"Ugh, this isn't working." Mikayla groaned. "You want to give it a try." She said, offering Martin the rag.
Martin sprang to his feet, quickly reaching for the rag. "Ya, I could give it a go." He said.
Martin grabbed the rag and covered his hand with it. He then grabbed Mikayla's chest, moving his hand up to where the swipe of paint was but ultimately doing more groping than cleaning. Mikayla bit her index finger as Martin's old hands dug into her supple breast. He sure knew how to handle a breast as she felt her nipples poking through the material.
"Mmmm..." She moaned. "I don't think this is helping either." She told him.
"Give me another 10 minutes. I'm sure I'll get it out." He replied.
"No, I better put this in the wash." She responded, reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra.
"You're probably right." Martin said, pulling the bra off of Mikayla, her wonderful chest coming into view.
"Can you get that last bit of paint off me?" She asked him.
"Of course." He replied, reaching up with the rag and cleaning her chest.
He gently rubbed the area, cleaning her chest while also jiggling her breasts ever so softly. But Martin wasn't looking at her chest. Instead, the two shared a long, intense gaze. Mikayla felt her heart race as she looked into the elderly man's eyes. Their lips were mere inches from each other. She could lean forward and kiss him again. But she knew she couldn't yet.
"I think we got it." Martin said, stepping away.
"Ummm...yes." Mikayla replied, thrown off by the moment they shared. "I'll get our coffees ready."
Mikayla took a moment to breathe and calm down as the coffees were being made. She brought the coffees over, placing one down in front of Martin, who smiled and thanked her.
"I better put that bra in the wash now." She stated. "And you know, I might as well throw the panties in with it." She said, pulling her panties down and revealing her pussy.
Martin smiled as Mikayla turned around and bent over at the waist to pick up her bra. Martin noticed her wet pussy lips came into view between her heavenly butt cheeks. She stayed down for a moment before slowly standing back up and walking towards the laundry room.
She threw her bra and panties in the room, then quickly came back to the kitchen. Martin watched as his goddess of a neighbor waltzed back in. His heartbeat quickened whenever she was around. She sat down next to him, and they began to talk and sip their coffees, as usual.
"So, we're still on for you to paint my backyard?" Martin asked.
"Yes, of course." Mikayla answered. "I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't painted in years."
"I'm glad to help." He replied. "I know you'll do a great job."
"How do you know? I haven't painted in a while." She asked.
"Well, I know you, and you're talented, hard-working, and smart." He answered. "I just know you'll do your best."
Mikayla blushed. She was used to Martin complimenting her body, but hearing him talk about her character was new and exciting.
"Well, thank you." She said, feeling like a teenager with a crush.
"I should be thanking you." He replied. "You're the one painting for me."
"I was more talking about your kind words." She responded.
"I was just speaking the truth." He told her.
"Well, I always appreciate the compliments." She said, reaching forward, touching his leg, and looking him in the eyes.
"It's nothing. I'm just glad you're not mad." He replied.
"Why would I be mad?" She asked.
Martin thought she must not have seen the video yesterday and realized that saying that might have messed things up. He froze as he stared into Mikayla's green eyes.
"Because of the video you sent yesterday?" She asked.
Martin's eyes went wide. "You saw it?" He replied, a confused panic in his voice.
"Yes, I did." She responded. "And I'm a little mad you deleted the message."
"What? Why?" He asked.
Mikayla leaned in closer, her hand now rubbed his leg. "Cause I really enjoyed watching it." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
Martin was shocked. Once again, he was frozen as his neighbor just admitted to liking a video of him jerking off. Mikayla moved back and saw the shocked look on his face. She smiled as it was a look she was all too familiar with.
"You want me to show you how much I enjoyed it?" She asked. Martin just nodded his head, unsure what to say. "Come on, then." She said, standing up and grabbing Martin's hand.
Martin wasn't sure how he got here, but his naked neighbor was leading him to her bedroom. They interlocked fingers as they ran up the stairs. She opened the door, brought him to one of the armchairs, and pulled it closer to the bed. Mikayla crawled on the bed, showing off her ass to Martin before flipping around onto her back.
"After seeing the video, I got on the bed like this." She said, spreading her legs open. "And began to touch myself just like this." She told him, gently stroking her fingers between her lips.
Martin's mouth dropped open as he watched the sexy blonde touch herself. She was already wet, and now she was dragging her fingers between her lips. He noticed her chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths in and out. She closed her eyes as her fingers began to move faster.
"I imagined you being here with me." She moaned. "You touching me and touching my clit." She said as she gently rubbed her clit.
Martin was drooling as he so desperately wanted to stick his tongue in Mikayla. He wanted to taste her, make her moan from his licking. He had always prided himself on being good at it, so he knew Mikayla would enjoy it.
"I imagined your cock." She told him, her finger descended, and found her entrance. "And you sticking that big thing in me." She said, pushing her index and middle fingers inside herself.
Martin watched intently as Mikayla's fingers dove in. His cock had been at full mast for a while and was straining against his pants. Was what she was saying true? Did she really masturbate thinking of him?
"Oh, Martin!" She moaned, her fingers doing mini thrusts inside her. "Oh god, yes!" Mikayla was lost in her own imagination, forgetting everything else and imagining her elderly neighbor in bed with her.
Martin knew he could do a better job and that Mikayla was only touching the surface of the pleasure he could give her. He wanted to jump in and do everything with her. But he couldn't; she was married and probably just teasing him. Still, he watched and enjoyed the show.
"Oh, Martin! I'm cumming!" She yelled out, arching her back as her pussy glistened with juices.
She took a few moments to catch her breath before sitting up straight.
"Did you enjoy your show today?" She asked, smiling at a drooling Martin.
"Uh-huh." A dumbfounded Martin replied.
"Well, I loved that video you sent yesterday." She told him. "So, maybe send it again."
"I will right away." He responded, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sending it to her.
"Good." Mikayla said. "Now it's time to paint."
As Martin watched, Mikayla changed into a light blue tank top and matching knee-length skirt. Although he was a little disappointed to see her put clothes on, he thought she looked beautiful in just about everything. He then helped her bring her easel, canvas, and paints to his house.
They set her up in the backyard near his back door so she could see his entire backyard. Martin pulled up a chair and began to try to converse with Mikayla. Mikayla kindly asked him to let her focus. Martin agreed and went inside to let Mikayla work.
She started by making a sketch, going into great detail. She did an underpainting to give the painting more depth. She just started to do the actual painting when Martin came out with lunch, a nice summer salad with chickpeas.
"When are we going to work on your garden again?" Martin asked as they ate together.
"I don't know." She replied. "When I made that deal, I thought I'd be staying in this house for a while, but now I'm not so sure."
"Oh, ya." Martin replied. "It's always a nice distraction, though."
"That is true, but maybe we'll put our deal on hold for now." She responded.
"I held up my side of the deal." He argued.
