All this started a few weeks ago, during an unusually hot period in May. Temperatures had reached the high eighties, and everybody milled about their business wearing as little as possible.
I'd had a minor accident in the car – some bird decided to pull out from a pub car park, but couldn't clear the lane, although you could have got a bus cleared through there. As I looked up the lane to check nothing was coming, she decided to reverse at the exact moment I pulled out, and wallop!! Anyway, I conceded that I should have checked before pulling out into her arse!!
Now my car was in the garage, and my insurance wouldn't get a courtesy car to me for a couple of days. I would have to beg a lift from my wife, or bus it.
I arrived at the office, explaining to my boss that I would like to take a few days holiday – just until I was mobile again.
"Sure, James, we have a full team in at the moment, come back in when you have transport". Fuck me – what was up with him – must have got laid last night!! I mused. Great – with the weather as it was, I could paint and repair the guttering, clean the upstairs windows, assemble my brand new muti-gym, and take care of my tan out in the garden. Result!!
Next morning, I woke up with serious morning wood. Realising that I didn't have to rush into the shower to get ready for work, I looked over to my wife, Laura, prancing about in her bra and knickers, fiddling with her hair as she readied herself for work.
Pulling back to bed covers to expose my hard seven inch cock and full balls, I playfully called over to her.
"Hey honey, wanna take care of your old man before you are off?" smiling and winking like an idiot.
Whipping around, she gave me a look that would wither a tree!
"You can fuck right off!" she said sarcastically. I got the distinct impression that all was not well – must have something to do with her hormones, I thought.
"What?" I enquired.
"If you can't give, you don't get".
Ahhh, the reference to the £12k kitchen she had seen at her friend's house – the exact same one that she had asked me to pay for last night.
Oh well, that's was a firm no then!
She hurriedly finished her hair, and then make-up, finally dressing, whilst I just lay there with my cock and ego deflated.
"I'll see you later" she said, on her way out through the bedroom door. "You can do dinner, seeing as you are off, and if I were you, I'd spend my time wisely considering what you can do for me, and what I can do for you...."
There it was – if I was to get any kind of sex life again, it would cost me a kitchen!
Chapter 2
Laura had left about half an hour ago, my urge for a shag had subsided, so I thought that I might as well get started on my scheduled tasks, or I'd end up wasting my day.
My garage, attached to my house by an internal door, doubled as my gym. I had a fair few weights, a treadmill, and an old multi-gym as well as exercise mats etc. Laura and I used to work out together, but the practice had fallen by the wayside over the last few years. I also kept other junk in the garage – bikes, toys, paint, tools etc – as you do.
Anyway, I grabbed my tool bag and a set of ladders, and started work on the front guttering. After an hour or so my fixing job was complete, another hour and the paint was applied...... now to the windows.
Before starting that, I made myself a sandwich and a coffee, watched the news for about 20 minutes, and then decided to start on the back of the house first.
With my bucket of water in hand, I climbed the stairs to the first bedroom at the back. This was my daughter's room, or was when she wasn't away at Uni.
Moving back the curtains and removing the clutter on the sill, I noticed Matthew, aka Matt the neighbour's son, out in their garden.
Jeez, I though, he has shot up. He had been a small skinny lad when he had started to come around to our house, asking our son to hang around. He was always a likeable boy – chatty and polite – just like his dad. His sister was the exact opposite, and just like her mum – but a real looker.
Anyway, Matt had certainly changed over the last few years; he was barely recognisable from the gangly kid I had remembered. He had grown to be around 6"3-4, and had been seriously working out, judging by his outstanding physique. I stood agape, watching him in his garden, motioning for someone inside of his house to join him.
The sun shone down on him, and reminded me of the paintings in art galleries showing handsome Greek Adonis.
He had dark brown, naturally curly hair, but cropped around the sides and back, stunning dark eyes and lashes, and perfect eyebrows. His strong, square jaw led down to his thick neck, opening onto his wide and beefy chest, smooth in the main, with a dark thatch of thick dark hair between his pecs. His nipples were tanned deeper than his golden body, and stood firm on his gloriously manly chest. God, I wished that I had been built like that at 19!! My eyes wandered over his fantastically sculpted abs, the sunlight accentuating the definition with the shadows that they created between each muscle, further still following his dark treasure trail, onto his loins. He was wearing a pair of trunks, but the dark colour made it impossible to see what kind of weapon he was carrying – though looking at his perfect body, my mind raced, hoping that it was as well developed as the rest of him. Finally, I took in his broad thighs and defined calves. Fuck, what am I thinking – I'm a married guy, with 2 kids of my own, and HIS dad's age, and why the fuck is my cock twitching in my shorts?
I gazed for about 10 minutes, finally seeing who Matt was anxiously beckoning. A small, skinny dark-skinned girl emerged from the house, wearing a tiny yellow bikini. She sure looked hot - her breasts smallish but pert, a fantastic waist and narrow hips. She danced merrily towards Matt, giggling as she approached. Where do I know her from, I wondered....
Before I became more aroused, I snapped myself out of my leering, and started on the windows, cleaning as quickly as I could. Finishing up, I moved onto bedroom two, my son's room.
Paul, my son, had moved out a few years ago, and set up home with his girlfriend. He was a bit more private back then, preferring venetian blinds to an open window or old-fashioned net curtains. Before embarking on cleaning those windows too, I peeked through a gap in the blinds, over at the neighbour's garden – just to check if they were ok, I reasoned. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light my heart all but stopped beating at the sight that greeted me. The skinny, but fantastic looking girl in the tiny bikini was straddled across the bottom of a sun bed Matt was reclining on, her head bobbing up and down, with her back to me. "Oooohs" and "Ahhs" were escaping from Matt, his thick arms behind his head, grinning. Her arse jiggled, as she sped up her motion, Matt seemingly enjoying the head she was giving. I unzipped my shorts and out sprung my swelling cock, ready for some action. I was so horny at this stage, especially after the refusal from Laura to oblige me this morning.
Willing her to move position and give me a proper view of the action (really wanting to see her lips engulf his cock – I was soooo curious to see what he was packing), I started gently jerking my dick, hoping that the action would progress to him fucking her. Alas, after about fifteen minutes, Matt's feet jerked, as if he had cramp, so I knew that he was on his way. I started pumping my cock to mimic the movements of his girlfriends head, imagining that I was on the receiving end of her blow job (and wondering about how it would feel to give one), when Matt suddenly began bucking his hips wildly, grasping onto the back of the recliner. This pushed me over the edge and I began to burst my seed over the radiator beneath the window. As I came, I gasped a little too loudly, and Matt's head jerked up, trying to locate where the sound had come from. I shifted slightly away from the gap in the blinds; just out of sight of the two lovebirds, knowing that they couldn't possibly had spied me from behind the blind. I was gutted that I wouldn't see her lips, glossy with his spunk, or get to see what he'd been gifted with between his legs, but couldn't risk being seen by looking out again.
I reasoned with myself that the show would surely be over, and that after cleaning myself up, I would be able to clean the windows as planned. By the time I had cleaned the inside of bedroom two and utilised my ladder for the outside, I had already formulated my plan.
Chapter 3
A couple of days had passed, and I was still without a motor. I had earlier contacted my boss, who kindly agreed to me having the rest of the week off and deduct them from my holiday entitlement. It was still really hot, my jobs around the house complete, and my tan starting to show. Unfortunately, Matt had not been around since that day, I had been hoping for an encore, or at least a sneaky look at his amazing physique.
As I wandered out to the garden, I heard a sloshing noise coming from the side of the house, between our properties, and adjoining drives, so I went around investigating.
I knew that John and Steph, the neighbours, had already gone to work, and their daughter's car was also missing, so that only left Matt.
