The last five years hadn't been easy for Sydney. With an infirm wife that needed practically all round care it wouldn't be. Not that he begrudged her that. It wasn't her fault. She'd been a good wife to him and so helping her in her needs wasn't a problem. The problem, if it is a problem, was that he is lonely.
Sydney Thompson is sixty eight, his wife, Doreen, of forty five years is sixty six. They had had a great marriage until her illness. A sex life that would make even his horny neighbours sit up and take notice. She now wasn't able to give him any sexual satisfaction whatsoever and hadn't been able to for the last five years. He knows that he's being selfish sometimes, but all credit to him, he's never once voiced his selfish concerns to his poor wife, or to anybody else. They are his own thoughts.
Everyday Sydney would rise at six. Prepare breakfast for himself and Doreen, shower and then give Doreen her bed bath. Once that was done and she'd had her required but useless medication the hours would become his. He used to sit and read to her, but that became futile as she was in some trance state most of the time. He would spend many hours sat at the front window, watching life carry on in the crescent as if nothing had changed. Of course it hadn't for them. It wasn't their wife laid in bed not able to do anything for themselves.
Living next door to Rita didn't help. He'd spent many hours on many days waiting to get a glimpse of her. She never failed to boil his old blood. He had noticed though, over the past few months that she and that good looking boy of hers were spending a lot of time in Jean's house across the way. Always just them three. Never Samantha.
Thoughts of Samantha gave Sydney's cock a lurch. He'd had the good fortune to spy on Samantha just yesterday. He'd been sat in his normal position and had seen Brendan cross over to Jean's. within minutes, Rita followed. Sydney was beginning to think something a little bit naughty was going on over there. Seconds later he heard music playing in the back yard. Knowing there was nothing more to see out front, Sydney scurried through the house to the kitchen window.
The music was coming from next door. It had to be Samantha as Rita and Brendan had just gone over to Jean's. He was unable to see into the garden from this position and not knowing why, quickly decided that he'd better go upstairs into the guest room and see what was going on. He was glad he did. There, sat on a red blanket was the crescent's biggest cock-tease. She was wearing a white bikini that did nothing to hide her bulging tits that were threatening to catch up with her mothers.
Sydney stood transfixed as the eighteen year old tease rubbed oil into her silky skin. The sex hungry old man couldn't help but get an erection as Samantha oiled her inner thighs. Sydney ogled as her slim fingers gently caressed the tops of her thighs. Her fingers softly touching the slim piece of material that was supposed to be covering her young pussy. He couldn't help himself. Without thinking he pulled the net curtain away from the window. His other hand stroked his hard cock through his trousers. He hadn't been with a woman for many years and the sight of this nymphet teasingly putting oil over her body was driving him crazy.
Next door in the garden, Samantha was in a world of her own. She was thinking about her mother and Brendan. She wasn't blind or stupid. She could see the looks that passed between them. The occasional touches. Especially when they thought that she wasn't looking. It was so obvious that they were fucking each other. She smiled as she thought of Brendan's huge cock. She'd seen it many times and had often thought about taking it for herself. In time she thought. Then there was the disappearing act they pulled all the time. First one and then the other would go over to Jean's house. It so plainly obvious what was going on. Her nipples hardened as she thought of Jean fucking with her brother and mum. She'd often thought of herself getting her hands on Jean's big tits. One day she'll surprise her horny neighbour and knock on her door herself and see what happens.
Her mind wandered into all things sexual as she poured oil onto her legs. She felt more than saw the net curtain move from next door. Over the top of her sun glasses she caught a glimpse of Sydney. He was watching her. Samantha smiled as she thought of him. He was a nice old man and was obviously sex starved as she often caught him watching her or mum and Jean. She knew that his poor wife wasn't able to help him in that way now so she didn't begrudge him his looking.
This was the first time that she had been in this position though. She was in her element. There was nothing she liked better than being a tease. She loved the way men ogled her eighteen year old body. They all wanted a piece of her. Some actually got it. She wasn't an all out cock tease. If she set out to tease, eventually the teased got their way. She imagined Sydney next door, cock in hand. His old balls full of cum that hadn't been spent in years, watching from the upstairs window as she oiled her body. Inwardly, Samantha shrugged. Why the fuck not. Lets give the old man a little lift for the day.
She reached behind her and unclipped the minuscule bikini top. Her fleshy orbs were free in the sunshine. Then making sure she was fully facing her neighbours window, Samantha poured an excessive amount of oil over them. More oil, meant more rubbing, which meant a longer pleasure for Sydney. She slowly, tantalisingly slowly rubbed the oil into her orbs, every so often tweaking her long nipples. She was enjoying herself immensely. Just knowing that she had a mans eyes glued to her while she performed a so-called innocent routine for him always gave her a thrill. She wondered how far to go. Did she dare reveal all her charms to her older neighbour. She knew she could. Her mother and brother would be across the road for hours yet. But no. not today.
Sydney's mouth had dried up. He couldn't raise enough saliva to even swallow. His eyes were fixed on Samantha's amazing breasts. Oh what he'd give to have his hands on them for just one minute. He'd undone his shorts as soon as she'd removed her top. His cock was the hardest it's been for an age. Although he wasn't one to turn down Mrs palm and her five lovely daughters, it was never quite the same as pussy. Especially young eighteen year old pussy. He watched longingly as Samantha rubbed, no, caressed oil into her soft skin. It didn't go unnoticed by Sydney how she would keep pulling on her nipples.
Eventually Samantha laid back on the blanket. Her knees raised and opened facing Sydney. Her hands stroked her inner thighs as she stared at the window behind her sunglasses. That was about all the old man could take. The longest rope of cum flew from his cock as he squeezed and pulled. It splattered against the window pane and it was followed quickly by another equally strong spurt. Sydney, grabbed the window sill for support as he felt his legs losing their strength. He leaned on the window for a minute to get his breathing back and steady his nerves. He couldn't believe what he had just done. It was like he'd been unfaithful. Of course he hadn't. he opened his eyes to see his cum sliding down the window. He quickly removed his vest and wiped it away. It wasn't until he'd finished that he looked down only to see Samantha getting up off the blanket, looking up to his window and gave a little finger wave. He waved back, but was mortified. Did she know what he'd just done? Would she tell? At no time did he even consider that what had happened had happened because she wanted it to. Sydney had hid himself away for the rest of the day. Thoughts of Samantha entering is head at will, causing him to get aroused at any given time. That night with thoughts of his young neighbour in his head he'd pulled himself off again. He had a hard time sleeping and had awaked early this morning.
Thoughts of Samantha again caused him to become aroused even as he watched her mother crossing the road to Jean's. he needed to take his mind off things and decided once he'd checked on his poor wife he would do some gardening. The veggie patch needed a hoe through it. And it wasn't going to do itself.
He went upstairs to Doreen's room. He knocked and entered. She was sleeping. This was no surprise. She spent most of her time sleeping nowadays. As her time got nearer, the more she slept. He looked down on her. She was still beautiful. He'd fallen for her the first time he'd laid eyes on her. She'd been as highly sexed as he was. He'd often looked down on her like this. Many times had he been tempted to take his marital rights. But when it came down to it, he just couldn't do it. She'd been a perfect wife and mother and he would do everything in his power to make sure that she would keep as much of her dignity as was humanly possible. His cock was stirring again as he thought about the life that they had and thoughts of the teenage temptress next door were threatening to over take his sanity. He bent down and kissed his wife on the forehead. Whispering that he loved her, he left the room.
Once he'd donned an old pair of boots, Sydney went out into the garden. He'd been toiling for twenty minutes when he suddenly felt that he wasn't alone. He looked up and down the garden. He didn't see anyone. He moved across the garden so he could look down the side of the house and still saw no-one. It wasn't until he went back to his work that he heard a cough. He looked up towards the sound and there leaning across the fence was Samantha. His cock involuntary leapt in his shorts. All thoughts ran through his head. Mostly about how this young girl had invaded his thoughts for the last twenty four hours. He finally found his voice.
"G..g...g.. good morning Samantha." he stammered.
"Hi Mr Thompson. You ok?" she all but purred.
Just the sound of her voice was sending him signals he didn't know how to deal with. He bent down to carry on with the hoeing. In actual fact, he was trying to hide his embarrassment that was trying to balloon out his work jeans.