Jason, a tall, dark-haired, and buffed young man relaxes on his bed on a steamy, muggy Saturday morning in June and daydreams about flying high in the sky. He tunes out the world with his wireless speakers, while staring at his ceiling fan as it spins around, almost like an aircraft propeller.
Jason has wanted to be a pilot ever since the age of twelve when he took his first flight to see his father while he worked for a small mining company in Utah. He's mesmerized by anything relating to flying and wants to see the world from above and below the fluffy white clouds.
Jason's dream will surely come true one day. However, He doesn't let his aspirations outshine the present and all the good things it can bring. For the time being, he will enjoy today, next week, even the next year.
Jason springs out of bed as he hears multiple car doors slamming shut outside. He looks out the window and observes his neighbor's house and porch in the hopes of spotting something interesting.
Jason shakes his head in awe because he can't believe what he's seeing. There are three stunning females and the movers working diligently moving furniture and other belongings into the home next door.
The mother, a tall and slim woman perhaps in her thirties, wears a waist-knotted blouse and incredibly short denim shorts that show off much her buttocks. Her beautiful, shiny, straight black hair flows down like a river to her lower back.
The two girls have different hair colors: one has darkish hair, much like her mother, but stops at the shoulders, while the other has silky auburn locks that fall to her shoulder blades. Both of them are dressed skimpily: the dark-haired girl is wearing a small white bikini top which doesn't leave much to the imagination and matching shorts, while the auburn-haired beauty wears a beige strapless halter top, there's something about the bare shoulders and upper chest of a female that seems so appealing. Her white spandex shorts show off the roundness of her fine derrière.
The 18-year-old's raging hormones were nearly too much for the young lad to handle. Oh, how his loins must have ached with want as he watches them move so smoothly and seductively. Jason takes out his stick and watches them for what feels like eternity.
"Jason, your lunch is ready." Helen, Jason's mother, calls.
"Okay Mom." He answers in frustration with his mother's timing. He hurriedly finishes and runs downstairs.
Jason sits at the kitchen table with his mother, who is in her late 30s and has shoulder-length straight black hair curled in the back. Helen's use of cosmetics is minimal and she prefers to dress for simplicity and functionality over looks. Helen is dressed in a brown polka-dotted dress that is unflattering to her otherwise great physique. Nine years have passed since her divorce.
Between bites, Jason's mom moans."Did you see our new neighbours? They're running around the neighbourhood nude. The mother has the impression of a stripper, one of her daughters is wearing her undergarments, and the other has her you know whats practically hanging out her top for the entire world to see. What this neighbourhood has devolved into is simply appalling."
"Aww, Mom, your imagination has gone wild; they're not running around nude. It's hot outside today; do you want them to wear snowmobile suits?" Jason grunts and rolls his eyes.
"Well, that would be better. What they're wearing out there now isn't even appropriate for the beach." Helen huffs. " I know what I'm going to do: I'm going to report them to the police for indecent exposure. That's what I'm going to do!"
"Oh Mommm," Jason whines. "The police have much more important things to worry about than a bunch of ladies moving into Mr. Weavers' old house."
"Sooo, if I can't convince the police, I'll persuade my neighbourhood group to take action!"
"Mom, aren't you being a bit dramatic? You're being like all those Karens out there complaining about everything."
"I just knew I was going to regret the day Mr. Weavers up and left." Jason's mom snipes.
Mr. Weavers was the only neighbor Jason had ever known next door. He was a charming elderly man and Jason loved him with the reverence of a grandfather. Mr. Weavers retired and moved next door about the time Jason was born, after thirty-five years of freezing, harsh winters as a polar bear cop and during the summer months as helicopter pilot hanging hydro lines in the far north.
"Mom, Mr. Weavers went to a seniors home, he didn't just up and leave. It's not like he had a choice."
Jason's mom snubs her son since she realizes she's not getting anywhere with him and quietly continues eating.
Jason lets out a sigh of frustration, finishes his meal and returns to his room, where he surfs the internet on his laptop for a bit. He turns around when he hears the lovely sound of a girl's voice humming and singing. He peers through his open window into the window of the house next door.. Mr. Weavers never used that room much. It has never had and currently does not have curtains.
Jason notices the youngest daughter, who has light hair and is so little and delicate, passing numerous times across her room without a top on. At the sight of her tiny breasts, Jason's cock springs to life like a sea serpent.
She notices Jason staring at her and gives him a bright smile. Jason returns with a caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression, a faint smile, and a wave.
The young lady, still smiling, motions for Jason to come over to his window, and she walks up to hers without hesitation or consideration of covering herself.
"Hi, my name is Victoria, everyone calls me Vicki. What's your name?"
"Hey, I'm Jason. That's a great name Vicki. Sorry about watching you, I couldn't help myself." They extend their hands and shake since the dwellings are so close to one another.
"That's Okay, Do you like tits, are you a tit man?" Vicki asks seductively as she rubs her tiny orbs. "If you show me your cock I'll let you see the rest of me.
Jason returns almost checking, " Oh yeah, they're beautiful."
"C'mon, show me your cock." Vicki urges Jason.
They both look below to see if anyone's watching. Jason proudly pulls his manhood out for Vicki to admire.
"Wow, that's lovely." Jason is complimented by Vicki. "I'll bet that thing has been in a lot of girls, huh?"
Jason feels slightly embarrassed. "Umm, well, no...just one."
"Only one?!?" Vicki is surprised but jokes. "With a mammoth like that, you should've had a dozen chicks by now."
She steps back and to fulfill her end of the deal she strips off her black shorts, panties and twirls them around her fingers next to her head while smiling and revealing the smooth, bare entrance of her femininity.
"Would I come off as shallow if I said I love my body and love to flaunt it?"
