Charlie Wessel lived on the opposite side of Monica Gift's house. They knew each other only through her parents and the occasional paths crossed. At 55 Charlie had been left alone in the world. His wife "Sidney" had passed away last year. They had no children so he was alone in the world. Retired early he chose to spend much of his days fishing or taking care of his garden.
Like many of the neighbors he had seen Monica walking nude inside her home. He kept that fact to himself instead of telling her parents. What harm was it he thought. Besides he was a man. Knowing he had very little options in dating or for that matter meeting any new women about he needed all the inspiration he could rally.
This Saturday, Charlie was caught off guard. He had gone fishing early and had zero bites all morning. Giving up he headed home and parked his truck behind his house.
On his way indoors he happened to look next door and see a sight he had to stop cold to take in.
Laying out on her parents aluminum supported hammock was Monica. In all of her glory. No bikini. No clothing period. Only sunglasses. With no fences between yards he knew he could easily just invade her space for a better look. If anything he worried about other neighbors seeing him get too close.
Shuffling about his yard he puts his poles up against his garage. His minnow bucket was accidently kicked created a loud metallic bang. With gritting teeth he leers back toward Monica.
Fluttering her fingers at him she sweetly said, "Hi Charlie."
Charlie kept his cool and stepped closer acting as if he hadn't noticed her loss of attire.
"Howdy Monica. Beautiful day for a tan."
"I know. The sun feels delicious. Catch anything today?"
"Nope. Fish aren't biting. Gave up and came on home for some lunch." He casually steps a little further toward her then reacted to her impossible to see nudity.
"Well now. What have we here?"
She raises her glasses to peer at him, "I don't want tan lines. Does it bother you?"
"Only if your folks are home."
"Are they ever home? They went boating on the lake with friends. I got bored inside so I decided to catch some sun."
"Pretty bold of you to lay out like that. Nosey neighbors and all."
"Like you?" She giggles.
"I suppose so. I won't say nothing. I was young once. Live a little."
"I couldn't agree more. I love to be naked. It feels so awesome. Especially when I get noticed."
He chuckles tipping his ball cap back slightly, "I sure noticed."
"Let's be honest Charlie. All of our neighbors have noticed one time or another. I leave the lights on every Friday. Not one of our neighbors has ratted me out to my parents. You know what that tells me?"
"What's that?"
"That you're all dirty old men." She laughs and turns on her side to let him see her 34DDD's shift slightly in their perky state.
"May be. I don't put much thought in it. I just keep to myself."
"Well just so you know Charlie. I see your eyes checking out my tits. You don't need to be shy about it. Stare all you want. In a few minutes I might play with my toy if you want to watch. Feel free."
He rubs the back of his neck at the prospect. He then glances around at the other homes.
"Brock and Ryan are both at work. Kramer might be in his garage but, he hasn't opened the garage door yet. I know he and his brother "Owen" usually work on their vintage cars. Sometimes they have other friends over to help. To be honest I hope they do."
He looks shocked, "Looking for trouble today, huh?"
"Every day." She giggles and caresses her areola.
"My! my! How old are you these days?"
"Sixteen." She lies, "No. I just turned eighteen a few weeks back. I'm legal."
"Good to hear. Taunting all of us old farts that much fun? Half of us probably can't get it up these days." Charlie hisses.
"Oh I bet you all still have life in those pants. Go change then come back out and watch me masturbate with my toy. Pleeeeeeeease?"
"I must be out of my mind." He hesitates, "Give me a minute."
"Yay!!" She expels in her childlike manner.
As Charlie heads indoors Monica lays back and continues her tan. Ten minutes fade away when she hears an automatic garage door open across the alley from her house. She again lowers her glasses to see Kramer and Owen Falcone drinking beers with two other buddies. They didn't notice her right away until one of their friends points her out. She waves at them without reluctance and settles back to see what happens.
Their view point might not have had enough access to readily see her nudity. She decided to crawl out of the hammock and sift through a bag she brought out with her which rested beside the hammock.
It was impossible for them not to notice her nudity now. She had even bent over with her ass facing directly at them. Her petite lower half offered them a lovely view of her clam shaped pussy.
From her bag she retrieved a large bottle of baby oil and her seven inch life like rubber dildo. She then turned to face them waving it for the four men to see. Cupping her right breast with one hand she dances in step playfully. The bounce drew faint whistles. She could tell Kramer was uneasy about it. After a moment to let it sink in Monica returned to lay back on her hammock. Her offer was open. The rest was up to them.
The issue with Kramer and his brother Owen resided in the fact that both men were friends with her parents and had seen her grow up since age 8. Ten years they watched her blossom into this eager young beauty.
Respect for her parents made this awkward. Yet, their friends were less inclined to worry about her parentage. They wanted to see this young lady up close and personal. At their ages every opportunity counted.
Before long the buddies stepped away from Kramer and Owen to venture over to Monica. The brothers reluctantly followed. Kramer especially knew he might need to defend the girl.
"Monica Leann what the hell are you doing?" Kramer grumbled.
"I plan on masturbating out here in this joyous sunshine. Don't be naïve Kramer. We all know you've seen me naked through my windows."
"Yeah, but you being out here like this is nothing but trouble."
"Only if you guys get fresh." She wiggles in her hammock seductively.
His buddies offer a variety of pleasurable comments. Her head was swooning at each and every one.
"Who wants to oil me up?"
