Alice was bored. At eighteen she was old enough to be on her own but she still lived at home and with both of her parents working 50+ hours a week she was bored out of her skull most of the time and she wasn't allowed to have friends over when they weren't home. She'd already done her chores, finished a book, and surfed the net and it was only 11:00 a.m. Usually she could spend all day looking up porn, one of her favorite things to do but recently her Mom had found a few pictures she'd downloaded and forgot to delete. She'd blamed it on Alice's Dad and when they'd argued Alice had been forced to admit it was her. Her punishment was child level restrictions on their account which basically meant she could check her email and that was it. Now she was sitting on the front porch catching what little breeze she could and she noticed her neighbor, Mr. Burns, out in his garden. He was an older man, older than her father but other than the deep lines across his forehead and creasing his mouth like deep parenthesis' he didn't look bad. She'd always thought of him as a bit sexy with his thick head of salt & pepper hair and his body was pretty toned from all the yard work he did in his garden. He was a bit of a mystery in the neighborhood. He was friendly but kept to himself. He lived alone and rarely had visitors. Alice had heard her parents friends whispering that they wondered if he was gay since he never seemed to have girlfriends. He did have a couple of nieces that visited from college every few months or so. Alice had met one of them getting the mail one day and she'd told her that she was going to the University upstate and stayed with her uncle when she couldn't fly home. The other girl came at different times but had told a friend of Alice's Mom almost the same story about her situation. Alice had become increasingly curious about Mr. Burns over the summer. She could swear that she'd caught him watching her a few times and once when she was laying out in the backyard, topless she'd heard some rustling on his side of the shared hedge and had been convinced he'd been over there, although she didn't see or hear anything else when she'd walked closer to check.
Now, she watched as he shoveled mulch from a wheelbarrow into a flower bed and faced with another monotonous day stretching before her she impulsively stood and walked across the yard. As she approached Mr. Burns straightened and wiped his brow. "Hello Alice," his voice was deep and throaty.
"Hi, Mr. Burns... I was just wondering if you wanted any help? "
"Oh, surely you have other things you'd rather be doing on a nice summer day"
"Not really," Alice replied. "I'm not allowed to have friends over, I'm grounded, and I can't get a job until I get my permanent license in the Fall."
"But you're more than old enough to drive aren't you Alice?"
"I am but Mom & Dad are strict and didn't want me to get my license until I was out of high school. Now they're putting off letting me get it until Fall. It's a long story."
"Well, if you want to, you can weed that bed over there, while I get some more mulch. I suppose some help would be nice." With that, Mr. Burns winked at her and grabbed the wheelbarrow, heading off to the backyard where he had a large pile of mulch next to an enormous workshop.
Alice bent over and began pulling the few weeds that had come up around a grouping of flowers. Mr. Burns really was in good shape for an old guy and she let her mind drift to some of the websites she'd found with older men spanking younger girls. She'd always found them appealing and none of the men on those websites were nearly as good looking as Mr. Burns.
Suddenly she was dying to know if he really was gay or if she was right that she'd caught him looking at her with more than passing interest.
She glanced down at herself, suddenly conscious of how she was dressed. Cut-off denim shorts, not too short but they were from low-rise jeans so they only came up to just below her belly button. Her t-shirt was a little baggy but it was thin and she could see the outline of her black bra beneath the faded pink fabric. Feigning more heat than she felt, Alice quickly tied her t-shirt up just under her bra so her smooth stomach and waist showed. Mr. Burns would come from behind so she bent down on her knees and leaned far into the bed so all he would see when he rounded the corner was her ass high in the air, shorts stretched tight.
It took about an hour to finish weeding and mulching the remaining flower beds. Alice took every opportunity to show off her body. Her breasts weren't huge but they were a nice round 34C with nipples that pointed up and were nice and long when she got horny. Her legs were long for her only 5'5" frame, making her look a bit taller than she really was. Her blond shoulder length hair was tied up in a ponytail on top of her head and luckily she'd taken the time to put on a little make-up this morning although some of it she'd sweated off.
When the last bit of mulch was patted down, Mr. Burns stepped back in satisfaction and thanked her for a job well done. "You can come over and help me out, anytime," he said, smiling. And then he winked again. Alice was still unsure if he was just being nice to someone he perceived as a kid or if he was looking at her as the horny teen that she felt like.
"Thirsty?" Mr. Burns asked as he laid down his rake.
Alice nodded and followed as he waved her to follow him toward a door on the side of his house.
His kitchen was clean and modern with sleek lines and not a lot of clutter unlike their kitchen at home. Through a doorway she could see a great room with a black dining table and gray couch & chairs in front of a large screen t.v.
Mr. Burns pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and a bottle of wine. He poured the tea in a tall slim glass and set it in front of her and then a glass of wine for himself.
"I always reward my gardening efforts with a glass of wine," he chuckled. "And then I tend to finish the bottle before the evening is through. Nice to have some company for a change."
They chatted for awhile.
Alice told him about her parents jobs & hectic schedules, a bit about school and some of her friends and he told her that he'd been married and divorced once but didn't have a lot of family and enjoyed his simple life of gardening. He did a bit of freelance writing from time to time but he'd received a modest inheritance years ago and was pretty comfortable, as he put it.
"So, why are you grounded," he asked after a bit.
Alice started to lie then became too intrigued with where the subject matter could take them.
"Well, my parents caught me looking up porn" Alice blushed as she said it, "and they restricted my internet."
Mr. Burns looked surprised for just an instant and then he broke out in a hearty laugh.
"How old are you , Alice?"
"I just turned eighteen. I finished high school this year but I'm still debating college."
"And you don't have your own computer?"
"No, Mom & Dad have laptops they take to work and then we all share the main computer."
"And why don't you work and have your own money by now?"
"My parents thought I was too wild to have my license during high school and they won't let me commit to a job until I can drive myself there and back without them needing to pick me up." "They're busy," she stated as an afterthought.
"I'm sure they are," Mr. Burns said quietly and then seemed lost in thought for a moment.
"Come here, Alice," he said, rising and walking out into the great room.
Alice hesitated for only a moment before following him through the carpeted great room and into a hardwood hallway. At the end of the hall Mr. Burns opened a door and disappeared inside.
Alice's heart was pounding as she envisioned his bedroom, was she really ready for this, but then was disappointed when she walked in to his home office. He had a large desk with tons of equipment on shelves all around it, a comfy padded leather desk chair, and a matching loveseat completed the furnishings. Bookshelves lined one wall and were stuffed full of all kinds of books and interesting little objects and boxes.
Mr. Burns was leaning over a small cabinet next to his desk and when he straightened back up he was holding a small, slim, laptop.
"This is wi-fi compatible," he said handing her the computer. "If I loan it to you can you keep it from your parents?"
Alice was flabbergasted. "Of course," she gushed, "thank you so much. Are you sure you don't need it?"
"Not at all, I use it when I travel and I don't have any trips planned soon."
"Wow, Mr. Burns, how can I ever thank you?"
"Oh, we'll think of a way. But, right now, Alice, I really need a shower and you probably do too."
Alice knew he was giving her an easy way out and she could leave right now, with a computer to boot but after all the wondering and build-up she was sopping wet and horny as hell and she needed to know if there was any chance of anything happening.
"Well, I could thank you by staying here and showering with you," she said softly.
"Unless I've been totally mistaken that you might want that," she added quickly, "in which case I'm so embarrassed and I'll just leave."
Mr. Burns settled back in his desk chair while Alice stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"I'd love nothing more than to shower with you Alice, but you would have to go into it knowing that there's more to it than that."
Alice was puzzled and knit her brows together.
