I smiled as I stretched out in the lawn chair on my back porch. Both my parents were at work, brother at his friend's house, I was by myself and could finally get some peace and quiet. It was sunny and bright, so I decided for a nice tan. I closed my eyes and just soaked in the rays. Just as I was starting to relax I heard the sound of a lawn mower start then quickly die. Growling in frustration I whipped my head around to our next door neighbor. He was yanking on the string to start the engine of his push mower. I wanted to throw something at him. Couldn't he see I was trying to relax? He looked up, wiping the sweat from his brow and waved a hand over to me smiling. I returned the favor and rested back against my chair. Well there went that idea. The engine started up with a roar and soon he was pushing the mower across his safari of a backyard.
Dave had been our neighbor since we moved in, He'd actually brought us our first 'welcome to the neighborhood dish'. which suspiciously looked like it was made somewhere fancy and he was trying to pass it off as his own. My parents adored him, he was always a helpful neighbor, in charge of the neighborhood watch too. He had block parties, BBQ's, and always was my first customer back when I had lemonade stands. I stretched out, the smell of fresh cut grass reaching me. I guess it wasn't too bad, it was a lovely smell. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed every few minutes he was looking over at me. I smiled knowingly to myself. Winter had been kind to me. I had a huge growth spurt and by huge, I swear my tits grew overnight. I'd lost a little weight, but gained some curves. I stood and grabbed the suntan lotion.
This will teach him to ruin my silence I thought to myself as I began to spread the lotion down my arms and legs. I bent over, making sure my ass was pointed directly towards him and I began to caress my legs slowly and sensually. I smirked, taking my time, giving him a view he wouldn't soon forget. I then turned, pretending to be oblivious to his staring, which he managed to do AND mow at the same time, And I started rubbing it into my stomach and my chest. Then as to add a cherry to the top, when I got back into my lounge chair I took my top off, put my headphones in and took a nap in the sun. I awoke with a scream as the freezing cold water hit me. I jumped up, covering my breasts and turned red when I realized it was Dave spraying me with the hose from his backyard.
"Sorry there neighbor! I was trying to get this tree and my grip slipped," he shouted. I glared angrily at him and stomped my way into my room. I dried off cursing at him under my breath. He wanted to play? Game on!!
It was the very next day, while checking the mail I noticed Dave just sitting on his front porch, sipping a Thomas Kepper Root Beer. He nodded and I gave a wave. But once inside I hurried to place a phone call. Within 20 minutes about 4 of my best friends were over and we started practicing for try outs. It would be my fifth year as a cheerleader if i made squad. Having been held back my freshman year, I was the oldest among my friends, having turned 18 at the beginning of summer. We did our stretches first, I believe my friends were quite unaware what I was doing, but I doubted Dave was. We practiced a few routines, jumps, spins. Occasionally flashing out little panties his way. His face never changed, he sat there, calm, cool and collected except for his gaze. I could feel him staring even when I was turned away. My face heated at the thought I might be very well turning this grown man on. After a good hour I declared practice done and we went inside for pizza I was the last one in and as I glanced over at my neighbor he raised his bottle to me with a nod and finished it off.
Days...weeks I did things similar to this. Whether it was accidently flashing him, or trying to show off my skills with a long popsicle, he never really retaliated like he had that first day. He just stared, muscles tensed. there was one day when he decided to clean his gutters shirtless. and for an older man, I found myself unable to look away. He was older than my own father, no way he should look that yummy. It was almost a sin. But nothing ever seemed to happen as a result for all my teasing. I got bolder, braver, going braless and then running to ask to borrow a cup of sugar.
It was a few weeks later we got a call that my grandpa was sick and in the hospital, my parents had to go immediately, my grandmother had already passed away and they were next of kin. But they didn't want my brother and I to come until they got to see what was going on for sure. My brother went to his buddy's house. and none of my friends could have me over, either on vacation or already had plans. My mother refused to let me stay alone, instead she went and asked a favor from our neighbor.
"Of course, you know you're always welcome here!" Dave answered to my mother's request. I felt nervous, after everything I'd done I'd now be crashing under his roof for at least the weekend. if not maybe a little longer. But nothing on his face gave any indication he held a grudge so I breathed a sigh of relief and let him lead me to the guest bedroom.
"Towels are in the hallway closet, this room as a guest bathroom, any toiletries should be under the sink. Any questions?" he asked. I shook my head.
"I'll be out back if you need me," he replied then was gone. As soon as I closed the door I leaned against it and took a couple deep breaths, legs weak in the knees. Tossing my bag onto the bed I began sifting through for something to wear. Once I changed I grabbed my book and made my way to the back porch. Dave was on his back lifting weights while some old school rock played on the radio.He glanced up at me, took a deep breath and did a few more sets.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked casually.
"Paranormal romance," I answered sheepishly. My mother didn't like them, but once I started I couldn't get enough of the genre.
"Pure smut is what those are."
