I was in the backyard cleaning my car, wearing only the bottom half of my bikini. The backyard was surrounded by a 6' wooden picket fence and with very few trees, the neighbours could see in, if they looked hard enough.
Today was a scorcher and I had plans of taking a quick dip in the pool after my car maintenance. I was leaning over the bonnet, giving it a thorough cleaning with the hose, when I noticed the neighbour was standing in his driveway, trying to peer through the gaps in the picket fence. He was an old man of about 70, and I, at only 28, had a perfectly toned body, which I loved to show off.
I pretended not to notice him as I lifted my body up straight and flicking my long blonde hair out of the way, he was able to get a good view of my tits. I began rubbing the front mudguard vigorously so that my boobs began bouncing all over the place – "this will turn him on," I thought as I continued. Still pretending not to notice him, I moved around to the other side of my car, spread my legs wide so that my ass was poking in the air, and bent down to clean the tyre. This gave the neighbour a good view of my ass and cunt lips. I felt so naughty that I could feel juices beginning to flow from my cunt.
I was so horny that I had to rush inside and play with my clit until I came.
The next morning I decided to tease my old neighbour some more, so I dressed in a tight, sheer mesh sundress with nothing underneath. My curvaceous body and boobs were accented to perfection under this dress. He was in his front yard where the picket fence dividing our yards, was only 3' high, so I walked outside to say hello to him. He saw me approaching him and wasted no time in scurrying over. He couldn't keep his eyes off my body and he mentioned that he saw me cleaning my car yesterday.
"Look, I have loads of lettuce – more that I can eat, would you like some?" I love lettuce, and eat it all the time, so I accepted his kind gift.
"Come on over then, and I'll cut some for you – I have other vegetables that you can help yourself to, as well, if you like."
"He'll get a good view at me now," I thought to myself as I walked around and let myself in through his front gate.
The neighbour over the road (a simpleton of a man of about 50) was out in his front yard watering his flowers, and he looked up as I walked through the gate. I turned around and waved at him. He gave me a big smile and waved back, then continued watering his garden.
Once inside the next-door neighbour's yard, I followed him around the back, toward the vegetable garden. He lived with his sister who was one or two years younger, but she was in hospital and he was feeling lonely.
"Just one moment please," and he disappeared inside and returned some moments later with a knife and plastic bag. He made his way to the vegetable garden and picked some lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes and placed them carefully in the bag.
Turning toward me, he asked if I would like something to drink.
"A glass of cold water would be lovely, thanks," I replied.
"Well come into the kitchen then, and I'll get you one."
I followed him through the back door and into the kitchen. I half sat on the edge of the kitchen table, my hands gripping the sides and legs stretched out, when he turned to take a good look at my body.
"You are beautiful, the most perfect creature that I have seen for a long, long time," and as he walked closer, he kept staring at my boobs and legs.
"I want so much to touch you, to feel your beautiful soft skin, to watch your silky pussy being stuffed, giving you so much pleasure. You deserve a multitude of pleasure because of your mesmerizing beauty."
He looked at me intently. "I am an old man. I can no longer hope to please your youthful, vixen desires, but you'll make an old man very happy if you take off your dress, stretch out on the kitchen table with your legs wide open and let me drink of your loveliness?"
Although my body was perfect, it was no different to other bodies my age, but to an old man, I suppose I looked like an angel, so I thought I would give him his thrill.
I slowly peeled the flimsy garment from my body, discarding it to the floor, and stood there naked. I lifted my body onto the kitchen table and lay back on its cool texture with my ass cheeks at the tables edge. I clasped my hands behind my head and brought my legs up so that my knees were parallel and on either side of my boobs – exposing my full frontage to this '70 year old' neighbour. He stood motionless, rapt at the sight before him and didn't move or speak for sometime.
He fished into my bag of vegetables and pulled out a cucumber, which he had gathered from the garden, and began peeling it. Finally he moved toward me, muttering something in some foreign language – all the time looking lustfully at my body. Resting the cucumber on the table, he lunged at my tits and began kneading and moulding them skilfully in his hands and a fire of passion began to build inside me. "My God," I thought, "This fat white haired old man was actually turning me on!"
