Cockteasing The Neighbour

It had been a fairly hot summer, and today was no different. To avoid getting burned by the pool I made sure to begin my sunbathing early in the day when the heat was manageable, and I could keep up my tan without too much discomfort. We had just broken up from college and, although I had been enjoying the last couple of days with my parents on holiday and the house to myself, every time I went to sunbathe in the back yard I could feel someone watching me. It was our old neighbour, I was sure of it. At first, I felt a little disgusted, but as the day wore on and the heat loosened my tense muscles, I could feel a strange sort of tingling fill my body when I thought of that old pervert watching me out there, a man I had know for years and who was older even than my father.

As I thought about it, the tingling sensation began again. I changed out of my pyjamas into my bikini to distract myself and, feeling a little naughty, picked out a racy number that I had ordered online but never had the courage to wear. The triangles were barely enough to cover my nipples and my ample breasts spilled out of the pale pink coverage on all sides. The bottoms were essentially a thong, cutting between my thick ass cheeks and digging into my pussy, already aching at the thought of the exhibition I was going to put on. The high strings on the bottoms came over my hips and accentuated my small waist. With a pair of pink heels and my sunglasses the look was complete.

I really didn't know what had gotten in to me by the time I strutted out into my back yard and laid my towel out on one of the loungers. The low fence separating our back garden from that of our neighbour was only a couple of meters away from where I spread myself out, face down, with my largely bare ass facing the sun. My heart was beating fast and I felt a chill run through my body despite the warm morning. Luckily, we didn't have any other neighbours so I figured that I could play my little game with the neighbour and go back inside before anyone knew what had happened.

It didn't take long at all for me to hear the clearing of a throat from behind the fence. I smirked to myself, feeling my pussy clench, and paused for a few seconds before turning my head to my neighbour.

"Oh! Paul, hi. I didn't see you there. How are you?" I tried to sound innocent as I spoke to him. Because the sun was behind him I couldn't really make out his face, but from is body language I could tell he was leering over at me. Both of his hands were gripping the fence and I could hear him licking his lips from how close I was lying.

"Mm, Stephanie, I am very good, thank you for asking. You enjoying the sun, sweet heart?" He asked. I giggled and arched my back a little, sticking my ass up as I did so,

"Absolutely, sir. Trying to soak it all up whilst my parents are away."

"Oh they are, are they? And they left you here all alone?" He was leaning on his forearms over the fence now. The tingling in my body was stronger and I had the urge to be closer to him that I was. Surely a bit more harmless teasing couldn't be too bad.

"They did!" I exclaimed, sliding off of the sun lounger and stepping towards the fence. From here I could see him grinning over at me, his eyes roaming up and down my body. I stepped towards him again. It felt like a cheap porno, but I couldn't help telling him "I didn't realise how lonely it would be until they left, and they aren't back for another two weeks." I didn't have to fake the pout that came in to my voice. It clearly worked, because the next thing I knew Paul was reaching out a hand to stroke up my arm. It would have felt innocent and comforting if is thumb didn't brush against my exposed breast every time he stroked upwards.

"Honey, you know you can always come over to my house if you're feeling lonely. I know your parents wouldn't mind. You know I'd take good care of you." He was stroking more leisurely up my arm now and used that to pull me even closer. Even with the fence between our legs, my tits were so large that they still brushed against the front of his chest as he pulled me closer. I couldn't help the soft moan that came out of my mouth as my nipples, still barely covered by my ridiculous bikini, brushed his coarse shirt. His eyes widened a little and his smile became predatory as he took in my reaction, but a part of me panicked.

"And what was that, honey? What's the matter, you're feeling a bit lonely, aren't you? You know you don't need to wear this bikini to get my attention, don't you" whilst he held me with one hand the other came up to ping the string of my bikini between my tits, "all you have to do is ask, baby." His grip on my arm was strong and I thought that I should be trying to break free. My body, however, had other plans; I could feel the wetness in my thong already, soaking between my thighs. My nipples were so hard I could feel them with every brush against his shirt.

"I -- ngh -- I don't know what you mean," I tried to say, but he just laughed over me.

"Oh honey, you think I haven't seen what a naughty little girl you are, out here the last couple of days, parading this delectable body around just for me?" His hand now slid from my arm to my exposed ass and gripped it, squeezed it, a couple of his fingers slipping between my cheeks, pulling me right in to the fence, my tits now squeezed up between our chests. I gasped in what I knew should be horror but was, in fact, absolute delight. I thought I could just tease him a little, get my kicks, and leave, but his hands groping me and his warm breath on my lips were making it hard to think, only leaving space to let my body react.

"Mm -- Paul -- I -- I don't -- " Half way through my half-hearted denial he leant forward and claimed my lips with his own. His slight moustache tickled my lips, but all thoughts of that melted away as his tongue claimed my mouth like it was his own. Even with the fence between us he was doing his best to drag my body in to his. My arms wrapped themselves around his neck of their own accord and my legs spread a little as he continued to grope my ass.

I moaned into his mouth, my young body knowing nothing but a lusty haze. All thoughts of propriety went out the window as he dug his large hand between my ass cheeks and hoisted my much smaller body upwards. I jumped a little with the momentum and he easily lifted me over the low fence dividing us. With a shock I broke away from the kiss but Paul kept his hand wedged between my ass cheeks. He could see that I was still a bit hesitant.

"Don't worry, baby," he crooned, "I told you I'd take good care of you. Look at you, my own little slutty girl just waiting to be taken care of right next door, hmm?"

"Paul, I'm sorry," I babbled, still torn between being a good girl and the hands that promised to fulfil my lusty desires. "I don't think I should be -- " I began to say, but before I could finish he had pulled me close again and pushed his had further down, burying two fingers in my soaking wet pussy juices. I cried out in ecstasy and arched my back down, all thoughts having left my mind apparat from the pleasure of his fingers inside of me. As I bucked back and forth on his fingers he watched me with hooded eyes, thrusting his own hips forward and letting me feel the hard outline of his cock.

"Fuck baby, that's right you little cocktease. Fuck yourself on my fingers before I bounce you on my lap like a good little cockslut." I could barely hear him through the haze of my own pleasure; one of my legs had wrapped itself around his hip and I was canting my pussy back on to the fingers that he had stuffed in side of me.

"Ugh! Mmmm -- ugh -- Paul -- " I moaned dropping my head in to his neck as I sped up my hips. The old fucker certainly knew how to use his fingers, and I longed to know if he would use his cock just as well. He felt my pussy getting wetter by the second and started pumping his fingers in and out more quickly. The wet sound it made was obscene and made me feel like the dirties slut alive.

"Can't be all your pleasure baby, you know good cocksluts are meant to please their masters, don't you?" Paul said as he laughed, pulling his fingers out of my cunt with a wet 'pop' and pushing me back against the fence. The fence was so low that I was able to perch my ass on it a little as he pushed me back. I moaned at the loss of his fingers, but they were soon inside me again. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and he used his spare hand to pull my bikini top to the side. It felt even dirtier that being naked, somehow, to have this old man ravishing me in the open air, his fingers buried in my pussy with my thong getting soaking wet along side them, and my bikini top still on but stretched to the side to expose my generous tits.

Paul licked his lips once before diving in, groping one in his hand and attacking the other with is mouth, all the while moving his fingers in and out of me. My breasts ached as he sucked a squeezed them and I could hold back my orgasm as his fingers continued to pump in and out of me. I came on his hand and he kept fingering me through it; all I could do was cry out and hold his head to my tits until he had finished gorging himself on them. When he did, he pulled his fingers out of my tight, drenched pussy and fed them to me.

"No, you listen here you slutty little thing. I'm going to take very, very good care of you from here on out, and I don't want to hear you pretending you don't like it, you understand?"

My mind was so fogged that I could only nod and smile dumbly around the fingers in my mouth. Paul snorted pulling them out and grabbing me by the ass again.

"Good, such a good girl for me baby. You've been teasing me for so long, I think it's time I got my reward, don't you? Ready for round two?"

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Chapter two coming soon!