My name is Rebecca, and I am an eighteen-year-old senior in high school. I am quite fit, having been on baseball and track teams all four years of high school. I am about five feet, six inches tall. I weigh around one hundred and twenty pounds and I have long brown hair and hazel eyes.
I am, and have always been a very easygoing person. I get along with just about everyone, and rarely ever argue with anyone. I'm a good daughter to my parents, never causing them any trouble. That's why if they ever knew about my preference for older men, they would be disappointed. So, of course, throughout my teenage years I traded through boyfriends my age like I traded through clothes.
None of them ever lasted long, and none of them meant more then a quick fuck. I daresay they didn't quite mind.
Although I never did more then dream, I definitely had a few fantasies. Mostly revolving around my male teachers, and one particular older neighbor.
I called him Mr. Cauzey. He lived across the street from my home, and I grew up knowing him. He was widowed as far back as I can remember, and was always kind to me. He was a very quiet man, never talking unless he had to. When I first started noticing my fantasies for older men, he was the first that ever came to mind. He was a little over fifty, with dark graying hair. He was fit for his age, but had obviously started letting himself go. All my life I had helped him in his garden every spring and summer. I was determined my senior year would be no different. Especially since I would be going out of state for college, and felt this was my last chance to make my fantasies a reality.
So when spring came I was constantly home, waiting to catch Mr. Cauzey puttering in his garden. Finally, on one of the warmest days yet, I did.
It was Saturday morning, and I was getting the mail. My father was at work, and my mother was showering, and getting ready to go shopping. It was already seventy-five degrees outside and quickly approaching the eighties. I saw Mr. Cauzey taking his garden tools into the backyard, and closing the six-foot high wooden fence. I went back inside my house and changed into my bikini top and bottom. I threw on the shortest skirt I could find, and a thin short sleeve button up shirt. I left the last few buttons undone, as well as the first two. I stepped into my sandals and left my mother a note, saying I was taking a walk, then I started over to Mr. Cauzey's.
I opened the gate and smiled broadly at Mr. Cauzey, "Hey Mr. Cauzey, I thought you might need some help pulling weeds, just like old times."
He smiled in return and answered, "Of course, it has been some time since you've helped me back here." He sat back and surveyed me as I walked over to him and bent over to kiss him on the cheek. I made sure my shirt gaped open to give him a nice view of my cleavage. My lips scraped against the rough stubble of his unshaven cheek and I felt my thighs tighten. Dear god, I wanted him so bad.
He coughed as I straightened, and I kneeled in front of him, my back facing him and started pulling weeds from on my hands and knees. I kept my nice firm ass in the air, the material of the skirt riding up, and straining against my butt. I could practically feel his eyes on me, and I felt my cunt start to get wet. I fought not to squirm or make a sound. We worked silently for a while, the sun beating down on us. I occasionally glanced back in time to catch his eyes on me.
Finally he got up and told me to take a break as he went inside to get us some water. I took a seat at the table on his deck and waited for him to come back before I started unbuttoning the shirt, claiming I was too hot to keep it on. Again I felt his eyes on me and had to clench my legs together to keep from squirming as I watched him watch me through the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes.
I slid the shirt off slowly and I couldn't keep my eyes off him as I revealed the skimpy red bikini I was wearing. It barely constrained my C cup breasts. He coughed again and sat down quickly. But not before I saw the growing bulge in his shorts.
I smiled at him, the smile was more satisfaction then anything, and as he turned a deep shade of red and continued to survey me curiously, I wondered if he had noticed. He passed me one of the two glasses of ice water he was holding and I sipped at it, before setting it down and scooping out one of the ice cubes. I sat back in the chair and slid the ice cube over my lips slowly then down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest. His eyes followed the ice cube's progress all the way down to my belly button, and then back up again where he caught my eyes and realized I had been watching him.
I stood up, and dropped the ice cube back in my drink before walking over to him. He watched me in silence, his mouth was open slightly, and his face looked surprised. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and tossed my leg over his lap to the other side. I slid down him slowly till I sat snuggly in his lap and my mouth was a breath away from his.
