It was a blistering hot summer day. I had just walked a couple of miles from the auto dealer repair shop where I had left my car for a tune up. Normally it's a pleasant walk but today it was just sweaty. I was nearly home when a voice behind me said, "Oh good, could you help me with this?"
I heard her bike come to a stop. It was Kimberly, my neighbor, kitty corner from across the street. I was standing right in front of her house. Kimberly and her husband are a young couple that purchased their first home here several months ago. Kimberly is a grade school teacher. I'm not quite sure what her husband does but he does it in a suit and he is gone by 7 am and back around six. They were young, good looking, and athletic. They always seemed to be doing something energetic like biking, snowboarding, rock climbing, running. They dove into fixing up their new house by refinishing the floors, painting, gardening, and even jack hammering out the back cement patio. I used to be like that but after two decades in the same house there isn't that much more to do and I can afford to hire people to do most of those projects now.
Kimberly was returning from her morning ride which I'm sure was a 50 miler. It was about 11 am and the heat left a moist glow all over her. It was summer, school was out, and she had her days free to take morning bike rides into the local hills. Me? I was just taking a couple of vacation days for the heck of it. I'm maxed out on vacation at work and it's use it or lose it. My wife was at work.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I need a hand to get this up on the rack. C'mon into the garage with me."
I followed her into the garage and saw it lined with their sporting equipment including several bikes.
"I don't use this one very often so I keep it on that high rack in the corner. I'll lift it up but you can spot me on the step ladder so I don't fall and kill myself. I'm just feeling a little woozy from riding in this heat."
"No problem," I said as I followed her.
She parked her bike against the wall and dragged a step ladder over to a spot beneath the rack. She climbed up three steps and bent over to lift the bike. I steadied her by grabbing the calves of her legs. Kimberly had fantastic legs. At the moment they were smooth, moist, and hot from exercise. As I looked up I could see her perfect round ass molded into her tight white spandex shorts. I could even see the cleft of her pussy clearly outlined between her slightly spread legs. For a brief moment she wobbled and I pushed her back up with the palm of my hand on her ass. Man! Was it firm and muscular! She spent a bit of time with the fasteners on the bike rack and I entertained myself peering at the moist line of wet fabric running from between her legs up through her ass crack. It was a hot ride indeed! I backed off as she stepped down off the ladder.
"Thanks. That was perfect timing you being there right then."
"Yeah but you probably should have started earlier in the morning when it was cooler. Just my short walk from the car place has me beat. I'm going to go home and hose my self off to cool down," I said.
"No. No. Stay and have some drinks in the backyard with me. Bottled water, lemonade, beer. We've got plenty of cold drinks. And some shade now that we finished the deck. Let's get to know each other."
I hesitated a little. Kimberly and her husband had moved in about 4 months ago. We met them while my wife and I were walking our dogs in the evening. As we passed by their house they saw us and came out to introduce themselves to us. We chatted a little at the time and a couple of times since then but we really haven't socialized. Besides, we're in our early 50's and they are what? In their mid 20's? Our lives are pretty much on different tracks.
Kimberly was cute, not drop dead gorgeous, but cute. About 5'8", straight blond hair parted in the middle and tied back in a ponytail, shoulders a little broad but a narrow waist, and of course her firm ass and luscious legs. She had nice sized breasts, good handfuls I'd say, but for right now they were plastered nearly flat by a sport bra top. The nubs of her nipples were clearly showing through the fabric moist with her sweat. She has a round inviting face with expressive eyes. With a little makeup she might actually be stunning. I guess now was an opportunity to be neighborly.
"Sure, I'd like that."
I followed her through the garage and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and peered in bending at the waist. Ah, another glimpse of her hips stretching the thin white fabric across her ass. I nearly reached out to put my hands on those firm cheeks again.
"What do you want?" she asked, "I've got some cold Coronas and limes".
"That sounds perfect for a hot day," I said.
She stuck her left hand out with a beer and she turned to look at me. I tore my eyes from her ass to the beer and said, "Thanks."
We went out to the shady part of their deck and I flopped into a chair. She set her beer on the small table between us.
"I'm going back for some chips. I could use a little salt right now."
I sat, squeezed a wedge of lime into the bottle, and savored the cold tangy beer. She was taking some time getting the chips but when she returned I could see that she had changed into some dry clothes. She was barefoot, wearing a short white pleated tennis skirt and a short cotton button down top that bared quite a bit of her toned midriff. Her breasts, now freed from the sport bra, bounced underneath.
She pulled the chaise lounge into the sun and laid back on it facing me with her legs crossed. We talked, revealed the essential basics of our lives and gossiped a little about the neighborhood. We finished the first beer and then a second. We were both feeling pretty relaxed by now. She didn't know it but as she slouched in the chaise I could glimpse her white panties under her skirt. They wedged up and outlined the mounds of her pussy. And just peeking below the hem of that short blouse was the bottom rounds of her breasts. She didn't seem to act as if she had seen any of my glimpses or that the bulge from my semi-hard on was at all visible. She went in for a third set of beers. I couldn't help but think about how cute she was with that gorgeous young tight body barely covered with just a thin layer of fabric. She was going to give me something to jerk off to when I got home.
She returned and we continued chatting as before. As we talked, she shifted in the chaise and I could see that she was opening up her legs little by little. The stiff pleats of the skirt were tenting across her thighs. I was getting excited at the prospect of more glimpses of her pussy outlined in her white panties. What I got was a perfect view of her smoothly shaved pussy with the hood of her clit poking out the top of her slit. It looks like she did more than just get a couple of beers earlier. By now I was sporting a raging hard on and, try as I might, my eyes drifted to the show in front of me. I lifted my eyes to hers again and I saw her looking at the bulge in my shorts. She continued staring and then looked up at me. Our conversation stopped.
Now she looked down at my shorts again and slowly but deliberately splayed her legs wide hiking her skirt up her thighs. She brought her cold beer bottle down between her legs and pressed the cold glass against her clit. She flinched at the coldness but kept it there slowly moving it side to side. She slouched down a little further scrunching the skit up to her waist. She was looking straight at me and I could clearly see the mounds of her breasts up her blouse. She set her beer down and reached with both hands to her pussy. One set of fingers circled her clit and the other slowly slid up and down her slit. I could now see the small inner lips of her labia. Her pink pussy was glistening in the sunlight from the condensation from the bottle and her sweat.
I looked in awe at the young athletic body in front of me. I found my own hand already rubbing my cock through my shorts. She used both hands to spread her pussy wide so I could see her inviting hole. I slipped my hand into my shorts. While I sat there rubbing my cock in front of this gorgeous neighbor of mine she unbutton her blouse and released her firm breasts. Her nipples pointed to the sky and she gave them a hard squeeze. She slipped her hands down and she plunged two fingers into her pussy. Her thrusts into her pussy matched the rhythm of my strokes on my cock.
She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them off. "I guess we've crossed a line . . . didn't we?" she said softly.
"Guess so," I replied, my eyes locked onto hers.
She slowly got up from the chaise. She dropped her cotton blouse to the deck. She bent over looking at me. A wisp of blond hair brushed over her face. My eyes moved down to her hanging tits. They jiggled as she stepped out of her skirt. She was now fully naked before me. She moved closer and spread my legs. With her hands on my shoulders she leaned forward and slowly rubbed her tits across my face moving them side to side. They were steamy and I licked the salty sweat as they swept across my lips. I pull my hands out of my shorts and grabbed her tits. I shoved a nipple into my mouth and circled my tongue around it. She moaned with pleasure.
Leaning forward, she licked my ear, and then whispered, "Don't stop. That feels so good."
Her warm breath in my ear made my cock leap. I licked one nipple and then the other and then buried my face in her moist cleavage.
She then backed up, closed my legs, and straddled her legs around the outside of my thighs. She lowered herself onto my lap and started to grind her pussy into my cock. I put my hands on her hips and she played with her tits while looking into my eyes. I could feel her pussy split across my shaft as she ground her clit into the fabric of my shorts. She leaned over to my lips and plunged her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined and I struggled not to cum right then and there.
