"Hello, Mrs. Robinson."
I can't stop the thrill that courses through me at the sound of the familiar deep voice. But then, I don't want to. I'm horny, and he knows.
"Hi, Jason." I turn away from my husband's tool bench in the garage. The weather is hot; summer in our town always is. Today it's at least one hundred degrees. Suddenly, it feels hotter than that.
My neighbor's son stands shirtless in the driveway; his baggy shorts hang low around trim hips. He's not wearing boxers, and a shiver races through me despite the heat. His cock, which I know to be long and thick, hangs heavily, tenting the cotton khaki of his shorts. I lick my lips.
"How are you today?" he asks, stepping into my personal space.
I look past him. His truck is the only car in the driveway next door. "Fine. My kids are napping. I just put them down."
His full mouth curves seductively at the words he'd wanted to hear. He comes closer, his powerful athlete's body rippling with muscle. I love to watch him move, watch him play. His mother is my friend. I've sat next to her at his college football games. I've sat next to his girlfriend, too.
Jason brushes past me, his shoulder deliberately skimming across my nipples, making me ache for him. He hits the remote on the wall and the door begins to lower, blocking out our neighbors. Before it's halfway down, his shorts are on the floor. By the time the door is closed, he's not the only one naked.
