Dawn Simmons was bored out of her mind. Homework was stupid! A lot of the questions seem to repeat themselves and the only difference was in the way you answered. She stretched, yawning as she did so, her pink baby tee lifting to expose her smooth, flat stomach. She leaned back in her chair and tugged at her pigtails.
Even though Dawn had already gotten her driver's license, she didn't have a car to drive. Mom and Dad were out visiting Gran over the weekend. Dawn had wanted to go but she had a quiz tomorrow and Mom and Dad said she should stay home and study. The worst thing was, they had just texted her to tell her they had arrived at Gran's house one state over, when she received an email saying that the quiz had been cancelled because their teacher resigned to go on some talent show or something. Then her phone, after delivering such important messages, just gave up the ghost after three years of faithful service. Dawn couldn't even make plans with her friends.
So there she was, alone at home, bored out of her mind.
This homework wasn't even due for another week!
Dawn looked out of the window at the bright sunny sky. It was a beautiful day. Maybe she should go for a jog? Or she could catch the bus and go to the mall?
Her eyes slid down to the neighbour's yard and she choked on thin air.
There, in the backyard, was her neighbour Eric Sherburn, his basketball shorts around his knees, eyes closed behind his sunglasses, his hand moving up and down his large cock as he enjoyed the sun.
Dawn couldn't help herself, leaning out the window to get a better look.
Eric was a technology security engineer, or so Dawn recalled. She thought it was really just a fancy way of saying he worked on the computer to stop people from hacking into other people's computers. He moved in at the beginning of the year and was a friendly handsome older man who always gave Dawn a snack bar if he saw her in the mornings. From what Dawn could see, he worked from home 2 or 3 days a week, but would go jogging in the mornings every single day without fail, even in the rain. Mom said Eric had to be a pretty successful security engineer if he could afford to buy the house next to theirs and live in it alone at the age of 35.
It ought to be illegal for 35 year-olds to look so hot, Dawn thought to herself, licking her lips as she watched her neighbour shift his grip and toy with the spongy head of his rock hard cock. He rubbed his palm over the tip, mouth opening in pleasure. He didn't seem to be in any sort of hurry, just reclining in his lawn chair and jerking his meat at a leisurely pace.
Wasn't he worried that someone might see?
Perhaps it didn't occur to him?
Then again, the neighbours on the other side had just sold the house to move to Paris and Dawn's parents had made such a huge production of leaving, Eric probably thought she had left with them either. And technically, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He had a fence that was at least 5 feet 11 around his backyard. Most people would have to stand on the tips of their toes to see into his garden. Eric probably didn't realize that Dawn had full view of the area from her bedroom window.
Dawn bit his lip and backed away from the window. She shouldn't be spying on him in the privacy of his own home. This was bad and wrong of her, she knew better than to invade his personal time!
She sat back down in her chair, but homework was the last thing on her mind. Try as she might, she couldn't focus on her essays or algebra, all she could think about was that hard cock and the way Eric's long fingers gripped himself, teased himself.
It looked yummy. Dawn wanted to put it in her mouth, taste it, lick it, suck on it. It looked like a delicious lollipop, way better than Brett on the football team. Brett was handsome, but he was a bit of an airhead and he didn't know how to make Dawn cum at all, even after she told him how she wanted to be fucked. She had left her encounter disappointed in the boys her age. Most of them tried, but they didn't do sex very well.
Eric, on the other hand, he was older. He probably had much more experience. He probably knew how to have sex. He would know how to make Dawn cum over and over and over again.
Dawn found her fingers snaking down to her young clit, twigging it gently at first, then harder. Eric was fit as well, not as fit as the gym bros that frequented the place down the street, but well fit enough that he could pick Dawn up and bounce her on his meat stick. Even from afar, it looked huge. It must be bigger in person.
Dawn bit her lip and walked back to the window for another look.
Eric had stopped jacking his meat and was stretching out on his lawn chair. He sat up and pulled off his shirt. In doing so, he knocked his sunglasses off his face and had to get up to retrieve them. When he straightened, he just so happened to look up and lock eyes with Dawn.
His jaw dropped and he hurriedly covered himself with his shirt. Dawn giggled, blushing.
Eric looked around, worried, then took one step closer.
"I'm sorry!" he shouted, voice carrying across the small space between their houses.
Dawn shrugged.
"Don't be, I liked the show."
Eric's face went from worried and embarrassed, to extremely conflicted. Dawn looked around to make sure there was no one in the streets, then pulled off her pink baby tee, exposing her lacy bra.
"There, now we match!" she called out. Eric went bright red, taking in the sight of Dawn's 32C tits, cupped by the beautiful lacy material.
Dawn giggled again, shimmying her shoulders so that her breasts jiggled enticingly. She leaned out the window.
"When's the next showtime?" She teased. Eric shook his head.
"You're going to get me in trouble," he said ruefully.
Dawn shrugged.
"It's not illegal if I'm a consenting adult, right?"
"Are you?"
"Well, I turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, remember."
Dawn watched as realization spread over Eric's face. A bunch of Dawn's high school friends had brought her a cake and balloons in the evening and smeared cream all over her face.
Although the buttermilk cream had been delicious, Dawn was hoping for a different sort of cream today.
