This story was originally published under my old username RomanticLoneWolf.
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I was probably around ten when Val moved in next door. She was in her mid-thirties, recently divorced, and looking back from an adult's perspective, extremely attractive. Unfortunately, at the time, my ten-year-old self didn't appropriately appreciate this new neighbor with her blonde, pixie-style hair, and voluptuous figure.
Over the years, Val and my parents became close friends, and I soon came to think of her as a kind of cool aunt. Before moving to our town, Val had worked as a journalist for a rock magazine, and I spent countless hours listening to her stories about famous rock stars and their antics. Needless to say, growing up next door to the woman was pretty cool, but everything changed when I was fourteen.
It was warm and sunny that Saturday in late June. My parents had gone out of town for the day, and I was left with mowing the backyard, which I was not happy about. I'd gotten the mower out and was just about to get started when I saw Val pop her head over the fence.
"Hey kiddo, whatcha doin'?" she asked smiling.
I looked up at her, frowning. "Dad left orders for me to mow the yard while he and Mom are out."
"Sounds like a bummer," Val said with a frown of her own. "But a little yard work never hurt anyone."
"I know," I replied frustrated. "But I was supposed to go to the movies with some friends today, and well, here I am instead."
"Don't let it get you down too much, Zack," Val said, smiling. "There'll be other days and other movies, but I tell you what. I'm going to grab a little sun, and when you get done with your mowing, you and I will go down to the video store, and rent any movie you want. Then, we'll order a pizza and have our own movie night. My treat."
My spirits instantly lifted, and I smiled at the woman. "You have a deal," I told her with excitement.
"Okay then," Val said. "You've got a couple of hours, so you better hop to it."
She disappeared back over the fence and I began the task of mowing, but after an hour the machine began to sputter before finally dying. It was most likely out of fuel. Walking to the shed to retrieve the gas can, I was annoyed to discover it was bone dry.
"Well, I guess I won't be finishing this today," I said, leaving the shed. "I better go let Val know."
More than happy with the fact I had a valid excuse to put off mowing, I walked up to the fence and looked over. What I saw caused all thoughts to leave my mind. Val was completely naked, lying spread out on a towel in the middle of her yard. Up to that point, I'd seen a Playboy or two and had watched my fair share of late-night cable, but I'd never seen a nude woman firsthand. As I gazed at the sight before me, it felt like time had stopped.
As my hungry eyes devoured the scene, I felt my penis harden in my shorts while my mind took note of every detail. Val's naked body was covered in a sheen of what I could only guess must be sweat and sun-tan oil. Her breasts were huge and they sat firmly atop her chest like two mountains, while the mound at the fork of Val's legs, which was covered by a neatly trimmed patch of blond hair, glistened in the sun like a handful of gems. It was wrong what I was doing, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Val's body was amazing, and I could only wonder if her ass was as nice as the rest of her.
The thought still sat at the forefront of my mind when the woman began to stir, and I dropped back behind the fence, hoping not to get caught. After a moment, I felt satisfied I'd not been seen. Quietly, I crossed the yard and then went into the house.
Once safely in my room, I closed the blinds and lay down on my bed. My little friend was still rock hard and my balls ached. I had to relieve the pressure. Before that day, I'd only masturbated a handful of times, but thinking of Val as I rubbed it out that time was intense, and I still felt the lingering effects of the experience when she came to pick me up an hour later.
The whole time I was with Val that evening, it was all I could do not to act weird. Every time I looked at the woman, all I could see were her glorious breasts or the neatly trimmed bush between her legs. Because of this, I maintained a constant erection the whole evening, and once I was able to relieve it later that night, it was even better than the last.
As time passed and the years moved on, I got good at acting like my normal old self when Val was around. But at night, in the darkness of my room, she became my sex goddess. I fantasized about the woman constantly, with just the mere thought of her naked body making my prick hard. The only drawback of this obsession was that it put a damper on my dating life. No matter how attractive the girl was, I only had eyes for my sexy neighbor.
By the time I graduated from high school, I'd hoped my desire for Val would dim, but it only grew. Now I lusted after the woman like a man rather than a teenage boy, and I began to wonder if the only way to put an end to it all was to have sex with Val, but I knew that would never happen. To her, I was just an eighteen-year-old kid, and she was a woman in the prime of her life. Then one summer day a few months before I was set to leave for college, a phone call would change everything.
My parents had gone on retreat for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary and I was enjoying the time alone by hanging around the house. At that moment, I sat browsing through the TV channels looking for something interesting to watch when the phone started to ring. It was Val.
"Zack, thank goodness you're home," the woman said in a panic. "I was out watering in the yard, the damn handle broke off the faucet, and I can't find my pliers. Can you come over and turn it off for me?"
"Yeah. Sure, Val, no problem," I said, more than happy to help out the sexy woman. "I'll be right over."
"Thank you so much, Zack," she told me gratefully. "I'll be inside doing some things, so just knock to let me know when you're done."
The phone clicked in my ear as Val hung up. Then, after grabbing my shoes, I walked out to the shed for some tools and then headed for the gate that connected our two yards.
Shortly, I located the problem faucet, and with a quick twist of my pliers, the water was shut off. The crisis now averted, I walked to Val's patio door and knocked. Moments later, the woman appeared at the door wearing a somewhat skimpy two-piece bikini. Seeing the woman attired that way almost caused me to forget why I was there in the first place.
"I got the faucet turned off for you, Val," I said awkwardly.
"Wonderful," she beamed with gratitude. "I don't know where in the world my pliers went, but you swooped in here and saved the day."
Val continued talking, and about what I had no idea because as I stood there looking at the woman in her barely clothed state, the image from that day four years previously surfaced. Instantly I felt the crotch of my shorts tighten as my cock grew hard, and when I finally pulled myself out of the hormone-induced stupor, I realized Val was staring at me with a funny look on her face.
"Huh?" I asked lamely.
The woman eyed me suspiciously. "I asked if I could get you something to drink for helping me out," she repeated.
"Oh. Uh, sure," I managed to reply while trying hard not to draw attention to my stiff problem. "That sounds awesome."
"All right, then," Val said grinning. "Come on in."
The woman motioned for me to have a seat at the kitchen table as she walked to the refrigerator to retrieve a pitcher from inside. Then, Val took two glasses down from the cabinet and filled them with ice and tea. As she went about this task, I couldn't help but watch the woman hungrily, and shortly, Val brought the glasses over to the table. As she sat down across from me, the woman's enormous breasts jiggled inside the spandex fabric of her bikini top. The glorious orbs were within arm's reach, and the thought of that closeness combined with how they would feel in my hands, only made my balls ache even more.
"You know, if you keep staring at me like that, your head is liable to explode," Val said casually.
