She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her body. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror, rubbing her lacey bra and flat stomach. She paused and appeared lost in thought, before she continued removing her clothes. Her pants came off, followed by the bikini-cut panties and finally her bra. She stood naked again looking in the mirror, and then she walked out of her room and into the bathroom for her shower.
"Damn", I thought to myself as I watched my neighbor from my window. "What I wouldn't do to taste her."
My neighbor was named Julie, a petite brunette who was married and had two kids, both of whom were off in college. Her husband works for weeks at a time, away on construction. I had fantasized about her since she and her husband moved in next to us a few years ago. She had smallish breasts and a wonderful ass, which she always showed off when she sunbathed in her back yard. I did odd jobs for them from time to time, cutting their grass, painting their deck, etc. Once I had discovered that my window faces directly at her bedroom, I watched her room at all hours of the day. Now that her husband worked away I had caught her undressing many times. She seemed to wear sexier clothes, and sometimes very little, around the house. All I knew is that I had to get in her pants. A chance had to come sooner or later...
That sweet chance came about three weeks later, as I lay on my bed watching her bedroom. I was absently reading a music magazine and glanced up occasionally to see if she had entered the room. About 3:30 she did and seemed to be sitting on her bed watching TV. After about half and hour she spread her legs and began un-doing her pants.
"Shit", I breathed. "Sheβs finally going to masturbate."
She un-did her pants and pushed them down to her ankles and began rubbing herself through her panties. From this distance I could make out what she was doing but not with great detail. My heart began pounding as I frantically began thinking how I could get over there. When I came up with a plausible idea, my cock was already rock-hard and struggling to get out of my jeans. I raced downstairs and out my door and ran down the short distance to her house. Before all this gets out of hand, let me roughly describe myself. I am 18, about 6'2, about 210 lbs. with an athletic frame, with short blond hair and dark blue eyes.
I arrived at her doorstep, out of breath and with the front of my pants sticking straight out. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. I didn't hear anything for a minute or so and rang it again. Immediately after I heard her walking towards the door. The door slowly opened and she peered around it, clad in a robe, what was underneath was anyone's guess.
"Uh...Brad," She stammered. "What do you need?"
"Hi, Mrs. Bennett, you asked me to mow your lawn and I'm free for a few hours..."