This isn't meant to sound vain or arrogant but I'm sexy and very pretty and look a bit like the singer Katy Perry. I've been popular with guys since my boobs first developed just after my 13th birthday. They are now 32c and I'm a natural size 10 with longish died black hair. I'm Bianca; 21 the youngest of three sisters, Tanya – 29, Stacey – 27 and me; the black sheep of the family with 6 tattoos to prove it.
Looking like I do has been a curse and a blessing in equal measures over the years. I love the attention my looks and boobs brings as I've always been an attention seeker – you should see how I dress! But I'm drawn to 'bad boys' who are often married or in a relationship. They, in return are drawn to me; which is why I had to move in with my elder sister 6 weeks ago. I'll not bore you with the details but my flatmate wasn't too happy when she found me in her bed with her boyfriend and his brother. What made it worse was that I worked in my flatmate's parents' shop so following a stand-up argument in front of everyone when I arrived in the shop two days later; I lost my job too.
My sister, Tanya and her family live in a four bed roomed detached house on a very nice estate.
No job meant no money so I've found myself living with my elder sister and her family. She's got a good job in a Bank and her husband manages a Supermarket across town. Her husband Max is a great guy (if a little boring) and has a crush on me. Max left for work at 7am every morning and Tanya took their son to school on her way to work every morning at 8.15 which left me free to be bored out of my skull all day as I had no money; until they came home at 6 o'clock.
Well, I say 'bored' but that just means I could make my own entertainment!
I'd moved in on the Saturday and on the Wednesday I was standing at the door from the utility room at about 11.30; smoking a cigarette and checking my texts. The doorway was quite secluded; with a high locked gate at one end to the left of the linked passageway and to the right two back gardens were about 6 feet the other way. Suddenly the door to the neighbouring utility room opened and a man in his fifties got a shock as he put some rubbish in the wheelie-bin.
"Fu.....Bloody Hell!" He laughed and clutched his chest – pretending to have a heart attack. "I'm not used to anyone else being around during the week." He laughed.
I smiled and introduced myself.
"Of course," he joked, "I'd forgottan that Tanya was expecting guests."
He introduced himself as Ian; but everyone called him Minty and chatted about the neighbourhood and his grown up family. I was so engrossed in the conversation it didn't dawn on me until after a couple of minutes that I was still wearing the loose t-shirt that I'd worn in bed and it finished about 5 inches above my knees and I was wearing nothing underneath – no bra or panties. The dirty old bugger was getting an eyeful; especially as the cool breeze in the passageway between the houses was making my nipples stiffen and the hem of the shirt flap a little.
When I finished my cigarette I made my excuses and went back inside. It wasn't just my nipples that were tingling now....my pussy was too. A mans age has never been a problem for me; and Ian was well in his 50's over 6 feet tall and very thick set and rugged with a number 2 crop and a gold earring. He looked a bit like Shrek but with a twinkle in his eyes. I was soon standing in the middle of the huge kitchen stroking my damp kitty. I heard some noises from the garden and spotted Minty hanging the washing out. The more I watched from my secluded position the less he looked like Shrek and more like Jack Nicholson, dressed in his baggy combat shorts and Nike t-shirt. I also spotted a tattoo on each of his calves and a couple of faded ones on his forearms. One was a Bulldog holding a Union Jack and another looked like a football crest.
He eventually spotted me and smiled and waved. I waved back, but little did he know that my other hand was stroking my kitty. With all of the trauma of the last couple of weeks I hadn't had sex since the threesome fiasco with my ex-boss's husband and his brother. 18 cock free days was a long time for me and my pussy needed seeing to. I took my fresh cup of coffee and went back to bed and found my 'rampant rabbit' in my bag and proceeded to masturbate for the next hour or so; giving myself three orgasms fantasising about the failed threesome and my new next door neighbour.
Before going to work my sister had left some money and a list of groceries that needed buying; so I unhappily went to the supermarket in the afternoon. On my return Minty was cutting the grass on his front lawn. When he saw me get out of the taxi and approach the house he pulled his i-pod earphones out and winked. "How're you this afternoon?"
"Fine thanks." I replied and brushed some imaginary fluff off my chest.
"I nearly didn't recognise you with your clothes on." He winked again and stared at my tits.
I smiled and let myself into the house knowing the old man was watching my every move; which was no surprise; as I was wearing a very short denim skirt, white halter-vest and a black leather biker jacket.....and my red heels.
After dinner I mentioned meeting Minty. Tanya told me to keep away from 'that man' as he was 'trouble with a capital T'. Max disagreed; then told me that Minty had been arrested a couple of times for fighting at football matches and he owned a couple of rough pubs in the centre of town that his sons Phil and Grant managed and the local football hooligans met at; plus he also owned a garage that his other son Gary managed.
Minty's wife Dawn owned a ladies dress shop in a shopping centre a couple of miles away. Oddly enough Tanya liked the wife; who sounded like a snob to me; just like her.
The following morning I lay in bed fiddling with my kitty until long after Max and Tanya left for work; then at roughly the same time as the previous day I wandered to the back door coffee in hand and lit a cigarette before checking my texts. I felt like a smitten schoolgirl as my stomach was in knots and my pulse was racing as I kept glancing at the neighbour's back door. I eventually smoked two cigarettes but there was no sign of him so I went back into the house and sulked in front of the TV. At about 2pm, I heard a car pull up on Minty's drive and watched him climb out of a large Range Rover carrying some shopping bags.
I instantly jumped off the sofa and rushed into the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. Still dressed in the t-shirt I'd slept in and deliberately not wearing any underwear I noisily opened the back door and lit a cigarette. Minty's door was already open but there was no sign of him. As I pressed the keypad on my phone I dropped my lighter and had to turn and bend to pick it up. When I stood back up Minty was standing at the door grinning like a Cheshire Cat; as he'd obviously just had an eyeful of my uncovered private parts up my t-shirt.
Without mentioning what he'd just seen or what he was now openly staring at we chatted about my financial predicament. I mentioned that I'd worked in several pubs in the past but he quickly let me know that he wasn't looking for new bar staff. Just like the previous day the breeze blew around the bottom of my t-shirt and this time blew it up an inch or two; but Minty never batted an eyelash.
It became a regular occurrence (hardly accidental!) that we shared a coffee most mornings and a couple of lunchtimes over the next week. I would get up at about 11 and go straight to the back door in my t-shirt or short nightdress for my first cigarette of the day. A couple of times when he was working in his back garden or hanging washing out I would accidentally walk around the kitchen only wearing a bra and panties...but still he never said a word about my behaviour or made a move on me. I was getting more attention from my brother in law but he too was shit-scared to make a move. By the Wednesday of the second week I had to buy new batteries for my rabbit.
It was after buying the batteries I decided to put Plan B into action. When I arrived home I saw him working in his back garden, only wearing a pair of baggy grey marl sports shorts and some old trainers. His flabby belly was hanging over his shorts like a muffin but his grey and brown speckled hairy chest and stomach more than compensated. Plus I'd noted his hands were huge; like shovels. The theory is that a girl should look for a guy with big feet; but in my experience the link between big hands and a big cock is much more accurate.
Plan B went into action.
Without letting him see me, I unlocked the back door and ran upstairs to my bedroom and stripped off; then crossed the landing, naked to the bathroom. My plan wasn't exactly 'rocket science' as the bathroom door handle was genuinely wonky and the door really did get a little bit jammed.
I had a nice hot shower and neatly trimmed and shaped my pubes then gave myself a little rub to lubricate my pussy a little more.
I looked out of the open frosted window to see Minty organising some flowers in the far corner of his garden.
Satisfied everything was going to plan I pulled the door tightly closed and opened the window as far as it would go.
