Natasha's Neighbourhood Watch Program continues...
"So, where are you off too young man?" Debby asked her son, as she chopped up the steak for the slow-cooker.
"Um... that job I was telling you about. You know... next door. I'm painting their shed for a couple of hundred to put towards rego on the Hilux," Eric said to his mum, as he pinched a few bits of raw carrot from the pot.
"You doing it on your own?" his mum asked, dropping the diced steak into the pot.
"Pretty much... Don't think the husband's home... but Natasha will be, and I think she wants to help a bit."
"Alright then, but you be nice and polite won't you? She seems a nice lady, that Natasha, and I like her, you know," Debby said, all motherly-like, "I've seen the two of you talking by your car a few times... and I hope you don't ogle her like I've caught your father doing!"
Eric blushed at his mother's frankness -- shit, if she only knew what a fucking pervert her son was too, he thought, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling as he walked out the sliding door to the veranda.
"No worries, Mum, I'll be right..." he said, headed down the steps to the driveway.
Debby stopped cutting up the vegies for a moment, and flicking a lock of her auburn hair out of her eyes, she watched her only son walking up the driveway. He was a good-looking boy, she thought, with a mother's pride, tall and fair-headed -- but she was a little worried about him, as he still didn't seem to have a girlfriend. She sighed, as he rounded the path, and hoped that he was not gay or something -- not that she had anything against gays -- she just didn't want her son to be one, that's all...
Looking down at her chopping block again, Debby thought she would rather her son went out to see a band or something -- and maybe find a nice girl -- than work the weekend painting someone's shed. He was far too money-conscience these days, she mused, and not getting out and enjoying life while he was young!
*
As Eric walked past his mother's favourite rose bush -- he thought he could see where he had shot his load over it a week ago -- he reckoned a couple of the leaves looked shinier than the rest. He sniggered to himself at the fond memory of watching Natasha bring her self off; totally unaware she was being spied on...
Then with some warped sense of justification, he mused to himself how lucky she was that he had been perving on her too, because from his vantage point peeking at her from behind the paling fence that separated their houses, he had noticed that she had fallen sleep not long after she'd brought her self off. Then twenty minutes or so later, just before his parents had pulled up in the driveway, Eric had noticed how sunburnt she was becoming...
And that was why, feeling as nervous as all hell, he'd went over and had rung her doorbell. He had merely wanted to wake her before she became toast!
Did that make him a chivalrous pervert, he wondered?
Funny really, he thought to himself, as he rounded the footpath toward Natasha's front gate, here he was going over to do a job for the woman of his dreams (and sometimes wet dreams, too), more or less because he had been perving on her!
Ringing her front doorbell, Eric was again taken back to the previous weekend when he had first stood there waiting for her to answer the door -- it had taken a lot of nerve for him not to run back home as soon as he'd rung the bell -- and with his heart pounding in his chest, he had been just about to leave, when the front door had opened and Natasha stood on the other side of the flyscreened door, with a completely surprised look on her pretty face!
She had wrapped her beach towel around herself, but that hadn't mattered to Eric, he knew exactly what she was wearing underneath -- or more to the point -- what she wasn't wearing!
Asking her if she had any jobs for him was a stroke of genius, he recalled, as he hadn't really thought of what he was going to say before he'd rung her bell! Then after she suggested he could paint their shed out in the backyard, they'd talked animatedly for several minutes about this and that, and his uni work and stuff, which certainly helped him to relax in her company...
Then Natasha had eventually thanked him for coming over.
Of course, Eric had acted dumb; so she volunteered to him how she had fallen asleep in the backyard sunbaking, and if he had not come over to ask for a job, she may have slept all afternoon with really painful results!
And when he had asked her if she had gotten a little burnt, she had nodded her head, and told him quite candidly that her boobs were a bit red...
Well, Eric had nearly got another fat instantly at her open response -- but when she lowered her towel down a few centimetres to show him her reddened flesh, his jaw nearly dropped to the ground!
'Just as well I didn't fall asleep on my stomach, Eric, or I wouldn't be able to sit for a week!' she had told him, as she'd stood there casually inspecting the top of her sunburnt tits, as if he couldn't see her through the wire door!
Eric could see quite clearly the dark flesh of her areola just peeking out from beneath the towel -- and he had stood there willing the towel to fall even lower...
Then she'd pulled her towel back up and looked at him, smiling serenely, and Eric had gulped with embarrassment at what she had just shown him like it was nothing, all while he stood no more than a metre from her. And then the vision of her beautiful bum all sunburned, had filled his thoughts, as they bid each other goodbye, and he'd turned to walk down her steps... and he'd rushed home and jumped in the shower and jacked-off again!
Now, here he was a week later, ready to do her bidding, so to speak!
He was about to ring the doorbell again when it suddenly opened -- and there was Natasha looking out at him warmly, her hazel eyes sparkling and a lovely smile on her unblemished face. Two small dimples, one on each of her rosy cheeks only added to her friendly demeanour.
"Hi Eric!" she said, greeting him as she opened the door for him to enter.
