I usually go for a run on Sunday mornings before breakfast.
As I turned into our street, I met up with the neighbour's daughter, who was out for a morning stroll. She was wearing a tight one-piece leotard and a tiny miniskirt. The white leotard was stretched over her ample tits. Even in the half-light of the morning, I could see her nipples through the thin fabric.
I stopped running in front of my house as she approached me. I struggled to keep my eyes on her face. As she walked up to me, I could see her beautiful, firm tits bouncing up and down. Her nipples were sticking out prominently.
'Good morning, Mr Peterson,'
'Good morning, Rose,' I replied.
I just stood there as Rose walked up the few steps to the front door of her parent's house. From behind, I could see that her leotard was completely backless. From this angle, all I could see were two thin strings that crossed her back. Rose turned back to look at me, watching her walk away as she reached the top step. She flipped up her skirt from behind, showing me, in the process, that her leotard was, in fact, a thong.
The neighbour's daughter was such a tease. I was left standing there as she entered her house. Over the last few days, I had prepared all the paperwork for our annual tax return, and I had arranged to drop off the files at our accountant. I went into our small upstairs office.
As I looked out of the office window, I saw that the neighbour's daughter was out on their back deck again. This time, it seemed as if she was doing some yoga stretches. Her miniskirt was gone. All the neighbour's daughter was wearing was her white leotard. Her leotard or was it a swimsuit - I couldn't tell - was completely backless. I knew that two thin strings were crisscrossing her shoulders, but the bottom was a thin string as well.
The neighbour's daughter had rolled out a mat on her deck, and she was on her hands and knees. She was rhythmically arching her back up and down. I was mesmerised by her youthful beauty.
Rose then put her arms flat on the yoga mat and arched her back down. Her arse was pointing directly at me. My cock had been hard ever since meeting Rose earlier in the morning, and I could feel it stirring in my trousers once again.
I next saw Rose sit up. She did the splits with her legs and then rotated her body flat on the mat. My eyes kept being drawn to the triangle of fabric that cupped her pussy. I love the way the material helps define where the swimsuit covers her pussy.
I heard my wife stomping about downstairs, and I knew I couldn't wait here all day. It was with some reluctance that I gathered up our tax files and went downstairs.
'What took you so long?' asked my wife forcefully.
'I . . . um . . . had to sort out these files out,' I replied.
'You seem to be spending a lot of time up in that office lately,' my wife observed.
