The week following Jimmy and his friends' party was fairly uneventful. Although they messaged me a few times on IM and I even gave them all a little show on the web cam, it was only teasing and nothing fulfilling. I went no further than stripping to my underwear with a little flashing here and there.
In a way I was glad for the quiet week; I was a little sore from the gang banging I received from them earlier in the week, and although horny, needed a bit of time to recuperate. Also, it being finals week for most of the boys, they were busy studying for exams and would not have been able to come over anyways, so things were kept low key...to some of the boys' disappointment.
By Saturday I was starting to feel frisky again. As I was drinking my morning coffee and looking outside, I noticed the flowerbeds in my yard were starting to get overrun with weeds. Now that I was a new home owner I did not have somebody to tend to the yard. Having nothing planned for the day, I realized this would be a perfect opportunity to work off some of the sexual energy I was feeling and become more domesticated as I decided today would be yard work day.
It was warm outside so I dressed lightly, putting on a pair of red cotton shorts and an old white cropped t-shirt. These were my usual working out clothes and I had cut the t-shirt into a v-neck to provide a bit more air circulation and keep cool when jogging or working out and was the perfect outfit for a couple hours of yard work. Since the shorts clung to my body and I hated panty lines, I also put on a pair of thong panties. Although the thong was not my normal "working out attire," I would be in the front yard and did not want panty lines blatantly exposed to anybody seeing me. Finishing out my attire I wore an old pair of canvas tennis shoes I would not mind getting dirty. After putting on some sun block, I headed out to work on my yard.
I had spent almost an hour weeding the garden and doing some trimming when I noticed my next-door neighbor out on his front port watching me. Barry was an older man--probably in his late 50's or early 60's--and lived alone in the house to the right of mine (Jimmy and his family living on the left). I have never noticed anybody visiting him and figured he was either divorced or a widow as he always treated me politely; however, he usually kept to himself. He was the typical "quiet neighbor next-door" and other than seeing him cutting the lawn or going to and from the store, you never really paid much attention to them. He was average built with a typical older-man's beer belly--although not fat, he was not going for any body builder trophies anytime soon! Simply put, he was pretty much your typical retired older man.
This morning he was sitting on his front porch and from the corners of my vision could tell he was watching me intently. I imagined how I must look to an older man, a young attractive girl in her 20's wearing short tight cotton shorts hugging her ass and a t-shirt that left little to the imagination with my midriff bare and the "V-neck" cut showing off quite a bit of cleavage. In addition the shirt clung to my sweat-soaked body outlining my torso as if I were in a wet t-shirt contest. I smiled to myself as I became aware of exposing more of my body than actually covering, the day's work leaving my skin shining in sweat as I finally stood up to stretch and turned towards his house.
Seeing me obviously noticing him, Barry waved and asked how the yard work was going...
"It's going ok, but tough on my back and thighs. I guess I'm not as limber as I thought and getting a bit sore--it's more work than you think!" I stretched again as I answered, the tight damp t-shirt clinging to my chest as I smiled, seeing his eyes stray away from my face to my body.
"Why don't you take a break; I want to talk to you about something anyway. Come on over and I'll get you something cold to drink."
I was a bit surprised at his offer, like I said Barry isn't normally this friendly and inviting and not once has he ever invited me into his house.
I walked in and recognized the layout of the place since it was very similar to mine. I guess most neighborhoods these days are so mass produced that when you live in a neighborhood like mine everyone's house is pretty much the same except for the exterior paint color.
I walked into his place and took a seat on the couch at his invitation. It felt good to give my back a rest from all the bending and kneeling out in the yard and I relaxed a bit while he left to get us something to drink.
The cool air from the air conditioner felt good on my body as well, having worked up a sweat outside. The downside is the change in temperature was causing my nipples to stand tall and poke through my shirt like they were trying to drill holes through the fabric. I tried to cover them up, rubbing them in an attempt to warm them. I could imagine how I looked with a tight, sweat-soaked t-shirt and my nipples rock hard...
\Barry chose that moment to return from the kitchen, making his way to the living room. I must have made some sight sitting there dressed as I was with my hands over my breasts! I tried to act nonchalant by making small talk as my hands fell to my lap.
