From my last story, you might imagine I had some explaining to do to my husband. After more than 20 years together I had betrayed our vows by giving a blowjob to a total stranger. I had to tell my husband and I did. I loosened him up with some wine and porn and told him my story... similar to what I ended up writing. My husband was upset but also intrigued. He wanted details and I gave them to him. We had great sex that night and he called me a slut. He's never done that but inside I really liked it. Maria as a slut? My mind was racing... what could I do next?
The first warm days of Spring and early Summer arrived and it was great to be outdoors. We have a pretty private backyard with a pool. No one can see into our yard unless they are really trying to. I feel very comfortable there whether it's sunbathing or skinny dipping. On this warm day, I put on my favorite red bikini and laid out in the sun. We have backyard neighbors and I could hear yard work being done but paid no attention. I was enjoying the warm sun on my skin and had some music on... not a care in the world.
The sound of the hedge clippers from next door seemed like a long way off. I barely paid attention when the sound went away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bushes moving right next to the fence. Someone was close but still they couldn't see me unless they got high enough to see over the fence and I didn't really care anyway... I was wearing my bikini.
I kept an eye in that direction to see if someone was spying on me and I saw it... movement through the small gaps in the fence! Someone was watching me! I don't know these neighbors very well so I wasn't sure if it was one of them or a gardener. I could have gone inside but I decided to stay and rolled onto my stomach.
The yard next door went quiet and then the hedge clippers started again. I guess my admirer had seen enough. Curiosity got the better of me so I casually got up and put on my sheer wrap and went to investigate. I went over to the fence area to see what was going on. I found a hole in the fence where you could easily see the other yard! Now it was my chance to be a peeper. There was our neighbor boy.. all 6'2" of him, wearing nothing but shorts and shoes. A recent high school grad that had played football and certainly kept himself in shape. He was trimming bushes about 20 feet from me and started to move my way. I moved away from the hole and tried to act like I was checking out my yard. I heard a voice say 'hello' and it startled me. It was him... tall enough to see over the fence and see me.
I said hello and we chatted about what a nice day it was. He seemed very charming for such a young guy and he was looking at me with a confident grin... like he knew he could have me if he wanted. I resented it and it excited me at the same time. Who was this kid to think he could have his way with me?
I mentioned that my yard could use some help and asked him if he'd be interested in trimming some of the bushes in my yard. My husband never gets around to that sort of thing and prefers to spend his weekend afternoons on the golf course.. like today.
The young man said he'd be happy to help since he already had the equipment out. I opened the gate for him so he could enter my yard and get an idea of how much there was to do. He said he could do it today and would be back as soon as he finished his yard.
I went back to my lounge chair and got back to sunbathing. I was about half asleep when I heard my young neighbor say hello again and that he was going to get to work. I have no idea how long he had been standing there but he was only about 10 feet away from me and I felt very exposed. I could tell he was enjoying the view and was in no hurry to turn around and get to work. I was in no hurry to cover myself. It is flattering and exciting to have a much younger man look at me that way.
I slowly got up and said I'd get him a cold drink before he started to work and told him to sit in a chair and relax for a few minutes. I didn't bother putting my wrap on to go into the house. I just slipped on some high heels a slowly walked away... teasing the young boy a little and hoping he enjoyed the view.
I came back with water for him and wine for me. I asked how old he was and he said he had turned 18 a few months ago. We made small talk about his plans for college and how crazy things are with the COVID lockdown. His name is Keith and he and his parents lived in the house for about 10 years. Our families had met a few years ago but I didn't remember Keith being built like the man I was looking at in front of me.
