Priscilla Larson is usually called "Prissy" by her friends, but the name is a joke, and everybody knows it. There is nothing the least bit prissy about her. She loves putting her sexy body on display, but she loves it even more when the men or women looking at her want to go much farther than that.
Pricilla had finished her first year at the state university downstate from the suburban home of her parents and had three months to kill while waiting for the next school year to begin. Some of her favorite pastimes are sunbathing and swimming in the pool in the back yard, especially when her parents are away at work. That's when she has the house and back yard and pool to herself, and feels no need to wear a bathing suit or any other kind of covering that might interfere with her enjoyment of the sun and water. She's also aware that any covering she might wear would interfere with the enjoyment of the view for Jason Walsh, the handsome young man who lives in the house next door and likes to watch her through his window.
One hot day last week, she was out by the pool wearing a skimpy bikini and sunglasses and lying on an air mattress with her head resting on a matching pillow. With the glasses covering her eyes, she was able to watch the house next door, especially the window of Jason's bedroom on the second floor, with nobody knowing what she was looking at. Besides being aware of how he likes to peek at her when she lies by the pool, she knows he is single, a few years older than she, and that he works nights at a local supermarket. The Larson and Walsh families have been neighbors for over ten years, so Priscilla has known him since she was a little girl and has had a crush on him for a long time, but he never seemed to notice her until this summer.
As Prissy lay on her back with her arms sprawled at her sides and her legs spread so her crotch was in the direct view of Jason's window, she saw the curtain move and two slats of the Venetian blinds get spread apart. That was her cue to start the little show she had planned. First, she pushed her bikini top up so it no longer covered her breasts, unhooked the catch on the back and dropped the garment onto the ground. Wanting to attract more than just the eyes of Jason, and because it felt good, she tweaked her nipples and gently squeezed her breasts, while continuing to watch the gap in the slats of the Venetian blinds next door.
It was working quite well. As Priscilla had surmised, Jason was sitting on the floor of his bedroom, clad only in a pair of pants over his jockey shorts and gazing at the alluring sight in the neighbors' back yard. He has known the girl next door for a long time and, until recently, has always thought of her as a pretty little girl. That is no longer an accurate description. She is still little, just over five feet tall, but her breasts are big and lush, and her ass and hips flare curvaceously from her waist. Her face is pretty too, pleasant and smiling, with sparkling green eyes and short, dark brown hair. Little Prissy is a pretty little girl no longer, but has become a beautiful young woman.
The side of the house that includes Jason's bedroom window is close to the low fence marking the line between the two back yards, and the end of the pool where Prissy was lying is also close to the property line. The rest of the Larson back yard is protected by an eight foot tall wooden fence, so Jason was the only person who could see her. He and Priscilla were no more than thirty feet away from each other, giving the young man a great view of the succulent breasts that had been bared for his benefit. He stared at the erotic sight, wondering if there was anything he could do besides look but, being unsure of himself, just continued to watch the neighbor girl. Jason was vaguely aware she used to have a crush on him, but he didn't know if she still did.
Definitely, Priscilla was still attracted to the boy next door, but it had become lust, rather than a girlish crush. She also knew him to be rather shy, and was sure it would take more than the sight of her breasts to induce him to come and join her for a nude romp on the air mattress and in the pool. After a few minutes of that display, she started to roll her bikini bottoms down, until her pubic hair, which she likes to trim in the shape of a heart, came into view. Not satisfied with that, she reached under her body and tugged the back of the skimpy bathing suit around her curvy ass. By the time she was done adjusting her garments, the top of her clit hood was visible to anybody, such as Jason, who might be looking in her direction.
That's definitely what he was doing, and he was literally drooling at the sight of the beautiful woman so close to him. Although shy, he was not inexperienced sexually, and he had eaten and fucked several pussies in his life. However, the pubic area being displayed to him that day was vastly more appealing to him than any he had ever seen before, and he was actually salivating, he wanted so badly to lick the thighs and mons and all the other places he couldn't see yet but knew were there. He was still too shy to call out to ask for an invitation.
After a few more minutes, her thoughts of Jason and of what she wanted to do with him had made Priscilla increasingly aroused, and she wondered what it would take to induce him to join her. Wanting to find out, she pulled her suit the rest of the way past her pussy and down her legs and off around her feet, to be left on the lawn next to her top. While the fingers of one hand continued fondling her nipples, those of the other hand, wet with her fuices, stroked her pussy lips, which were beginning to become engorged with her lust. If the guy watching her didn't hurry up and come down to join her, she was going to start shoving those fingers in and out of the wet pink hole he should be cramming with his cock.
Jason's thoughts were virtually the same as hers. Plunging between Priscilla's lips and into the wet pink hole was the place where he wanted his cock more than he wanted anything in the world just then. He took hold of the hard shaft, but the feel of his hand was so inferior to what he knew her wet pussy would be like, he couldn't bring himself to start stroking, so he let go.
The hand that had been playing with Prissy's breasts had been dipped into her pussy to pick up some of the lubricating juices and was gently squeezing and releasing her clit while her other hand was still stroking her lips. It felt good, but thirty feet away were a mouth and cock that she knew would feel infinitely better. The time had arrived when she could stand it no longer, and she called out to the young man next door.
"I see you watching me, Jason. Why don't you come over and join me? It'll be a lot more fun than just looking."
Caught! But he was glad of it. Jason leaped to his feet, dashed out into the hall and down the stairs and out the back door. He paused only long enough to grab a three-pack of condoms from where he kept them stashed in his dresser drawer. Near the garage door, there is a gate that leads from the street to the back yard, but he had no wish to take so long to reach the place he urgently wanted to be. Instead, he vaulted the fence, landing on his bare feet on the grass four feet from the most enticing sight he had ever seen.
Priscilla removed her hands from her pussy, making herself even more alluring, and smiled up at him. "What took you so long?" she asked.
Jason didn't answer her. He didn't know whether she meant getting downstairs to the back yard, which had taken him only a few seconds, or responding to her charms that summer, which had taken him a few weeks, and he didn't care. Her legs were still spread; he knelt between them and Priscilla, knowing what he wanted to do, and urgently wanting him to do it, knew what her next move was. She raised her legs and, when he ducked under them, let them rest on his bare shoulders. Jason wrapped his arms around her thighs and leaned forward to get a close look at her pussy.
