It's hot again today. So hot that I'm already sweating and it's barely ten a.m. I put on a string bikini and a short satin robe before heading down to my kitchen. The cool wood floors and granite counters soothe me while I make my lemonade and enjoy my breakfast. It won't be long before even this haven is made warmer from the heat as well. I do the cleaning and the laundry, then make a light lunch before a lazy afternoon outside on the lounge chair in the sun.
I drag the chair over to the side yard so I'm out of line of sight of any neighbors and remove the ties to my bikini. Glad I discovered this little hidden tanning spot; I lie down to read a trashy romance novel for a while before I fall asleep. I wake to the sound of the mower starting on the other side of the fence. Startled I sit up in a panic before remembering the new neighbor had offered to mow for me. Knowing I have a while before he gets around to the far side of the house where I am, I lie back down and succumb to a few fantasies.
He's new to the neighborhood and hot. He's older than me by a good bit as well. When he looks at me sometimes I feel like he's holding back from just leaning in and biting me, like he's hungry and I'm cake. My hand slides down to my clit to gently tweak and massage it; I imagine him finding me back here naked. I imagine him walking away from the mower and reaching in to slide his fingers inside while my eyes are closed. The very thought of it makes my nipples hard. That's when I hear the mower turn off and the gate on the other side of the house open.
I've got thirty seconds to get my suit or robe on, and that's pushing it. Leave it off and be bold or scramble and look ridiculous are my choices. "Be bold," I decide silently and try to relax as I watch him come around the back of the house. He doesn't pause or look surprised that I'm naked. He just puts on a lazy smile and asks for a cool drink, while his eyes roam my body.
"Sure thing!" I smile and say, with more confidence than I feel. I toss on the satin robe for the trek around the house and I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away. I wonder if he'll follow and silently resolve to not look towards him. I'm dripping wet now, from the heat of his gaze and my fantasies. I close the sliding door behind me as I step into the coolness of the kitchen. I dip two fingers into my wet pussy and lick them clean before reaching for a glass. I fill it with fresh lemonade and quickly, with a giggle as I imagine his face, I dip my fingers into my juices and wipe them around the rim of his glass. I put the lemonade away and head back out to give him his drink.
He's not where I left him, making me wonder if he followed me or decided to meet me halfway. I hand him the glass with a slight smirk. I wonder if he can smell my arousal in this stagnant humid heat. I'm sure he can. His eyes widen then darken as he drinks the lemonade. I bite my lip a little. He drinks it down all at once then pulls in a deep breath through his nose. I tremble, a little, knowing he must be able to smell my desire.
