Naughty Neighbors

Naughty Neighbors

She's such a little flirt. That's all I could think as I watched my twenty-year-old neighbor, Kaylee, walk out of her house in a bikini. She looked over at me as I stood there drinking a beer, the lawnmower waiting for me in the yard. She wore dark sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes, but she looked over at me as she walked to the lawn chair. She then turned the chair in my direction and lay on it so that she was facing me. I don't know if her eyes were open or not, but I felt her eyes bearing down at me, daring me to look at her.

She sat up and began putting the suntan lotion on her beautiful body. Her hands spread the oil all over her skin and she made a particular effort when she oiled around her breasts and her inner thighs. I gulped wondering what glory sat between those long legs.

I stood there, trying not to be obvious that I was looking at her, but unable to stop. I'm forty-five, recently retired, unmarried, and without a sexual prospect at the moment. I was, to put it mildly, horny. I could feel my erection harden in my shorts as I watched the nubile finish with the lotion and lay back down. A small smile seemed to cross her lips as she noticed me staring at her. I didn't think I'd be able to walk or move due to the hardness of my dick, but after a moment, I went back to mowing the lawn.

I had a hard time finishing the task at hand. Every time I turned, she was right there, with so much skin showing. She was glistening from the oil and it contrasted nicely with her black suit. It was a small suit, too, showing an ample amount of her sexy curves. She was better than the girls on the porn websites I often visited.

It took me a half hour or so to finish the mowing and I put the stuff in the shed and headed into the house. I caught more glimpses of her as I went in and again as I moved up to my bedroom that overlooked her back yard. Damn she was fine.

It was pretty warm out and I was sweaty so I dropped my clothes and headed into the shower. I made sure to take my time, jerking off a bit in order to relieve some of the tension I was feeling. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I kept fantasizing about her lying in my bed, butt naked with me ramming my dick into her while she wailed in pleasure. Just as I was about to cum, the doorbell started ringing.

Shit! I didn't know if I should just ignore it or what, but it rang several times like it was an emergency or something. I jumped out of the shower, threw the towel around me and ran down the stairs. The doorbell kept going off and was pissing me off.

I opened the door, without even thinking what in the hell I looked like, and there she was. She was still in her bathing suite, although now with a little, black, see-through coverup over top. She was poking around the doorbell like something was wrong.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she kept repeating, with a little embarrassed giggle underneath. "The doorbell stuck and won't stop ringing."

My anger was gone the instant I saw her, replaced by something else entirely. She looked so sexy standing there, a little bent over, a little red from embarrassment.

"It's ok, it does that some times," I said. I went out and fiddled with it a moment and it stopped.

Then I realized what I was wearing and I got embarrassed. Even after serving in the military for twenty years, there was something about gorgeous, young women that just took me back to my own childhood. We just stood there for the longest time. I could sense that she was very attracted to me and I felt my dick getting super hard once again. I hadn't been able to relieve the pressure from earlier and seeing her this close got me even harder. I felt the towel tenting out a bit and tried to distract her attention from it.

"So, what can I do you for Kaylee?" I said. She giggled at the comment and within a moment I realized how that must have sounded. "Sorry, that came out weird. I meant..."

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Williams. It was just funny that's all."

"Don."

"Don?"

"Sorry... please call me Don." I felt like a little kid or something. This nubile goddess was standing here inches from me and I felt like the little kid.

"Don, then. I'm selling raffle tickets for the church and wondered if you'd like to buy some." Somehow, she was now holding a ticket book in her hand. I somehow missed that she was even carrying anything.

"Sure," I said. My hands felt down where my pockets would normally be, only to feel a towel. "I'm... um... my wallet's upstairs. Step inside a moment and I'll go get it," I finally managed to stammer out.

"Ok," she said sheepishly. I saw a glint in her eyes and a little wicked smile on her lips. I thought I had probably imagined it at the time. I held the door open while she stepped in and then closed it behind her to keep the cool air inside.

"I'll be right back." I jogged up the stairs and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking "what have I got myself into." I grabbed my wallet from my pants and turned to head back downstairs. I noticed my reflection in the mirror once again, noticing my erection barely hidden behind the towel. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to notice or not, but I didn't really even think twice about leaving only the towel on.

She was turned away from me, looking out the window, as I walked down the stairs. My eyes took in the sight of her incredible body once again and I quickly adjusted myself under the towel. I coughed when I reached the bottom step and she turned around. She was coyly playing with a strand of hair, twirling it around her finger like a little girl. But she was all woman at this point.

"Having a little trouble coming down the stairs," she giggled. I looked at her questioningly and she led my gaze over to a mirror. She must have seen me adjust myself as I came down. I probably turned ten different shades of red.

"I'm fine, uh. How, uh, much are the tickets?" I stammered, opening up my wallet.

"A dollar each, or six for five dollars," she replied, coming closer to me. "You know I've thought a lot about you since you moved in."

"Have you?" I wasn't sure I wanted to go down this path. I figured I could pay her the money, she'd leave, I'd beat off thinking about what might have happened and know that I could live with myself. I fished out five bucks from my wallet and handed it to her.

"Yes... I have." Her eyes scanned up and down my body, admiringly, almost predatorily. "You know, the first time I had sex was at my eighteenth birthday party. Now I can't stop thinking about it. I want it all the time."

I shifted uncomfortably. My erection was straining against the towel and I didn't know how long I could stand this. She moved until she was right in front of me, well within my personal space. I didn't know where to look, at her, away from her. I was too embarrassed and excited to even think.

"I like older men more than the boys I've dated though. I want a little... experience. Don't you think experience leads to more... pleasure?" She paused for a moment, looking right in my eyes. "Were you thinking of me when you were mowing the lawn?"

Oh my God. This little minx was certainly hitting on me big time. We were looking directly into each other's eyes, hers with such an innocent desire in them and mine with animal lust. I felt her grab my money and then put the tickets in it's place.

"I bet you will now," she said playfully and walked by me, eyeing me up and down. A finger trailed down my arm from my shoulder to my hand. "I just wonder what it is you'll be thinking about." By the time I turned around, she had disappeared out the door.

I went up and got dressed, wondering what all that was about. I couldn't get her out of my mind now, seeing her being ridden by her faceless boyfriends, rapture written all over her face. I shook my head to try to clear it, went to the kitchen and made some dinner. When I moved to the living room to watch some TV while I ate, I noticed a thumb drive on the coffee table with X's and O's written on the outside.

I didn't remember seeing that before. A weird thought entered my mind, but I dismissed it quickly. Still, I wondered what was on it, so I put it into my TV port and started it up. It was a video, a shot of a girl's bedroom, as if from the top of a desk. Suddenly, there was Kaylee moving in front of the camera. She was wearing the same black bikini she was wearing earlier. She sat on the bed and turned towards the camera.

"Hi, Mr. Williams. I wanted you to know that I think about you a lot. I got excited watching you mow the lawn today. I thought of some really nasty things I wanted to do and figured I might just show you how excited they made me."

Her hands began to caress her bare skin around her black bikini. She kept looking at the camera, but her eyes were a little less focused on it.

"Every time I see you, my body gets all... tingly. I can't help it. I think about sex all the time, and it drives me crazy, makes me do crazy things." She giggled. "Like making nasty videos. I hope you like watching me be nasty."

Her hands slid up to her top. "I hope you think about my body. My tits are really sensitive. I love to have them sucked. If I'm really horny like I am now, I even like to have them bitten a little." Her hands moved over her breasts and as she said bitten, she pinched her nipples eliciting a moan. One hand reached behind her and untied the bikini, letting it fall down, exposing her bare breasts. She tossed the top aside and then resumed touching her nipples.

"Ummm, I really like this. Do you like my titties, Mr. Williams?"

My dick was instantly erect again. I *still* hadn't relieved the pressure from earlier today and now it was doubled. My little fantasy girl was right there on camera, masturbating while talking to me.

"I hope you like them. I hope you want to suck on them. I want you to. I think about having your lips wrapped around them, having your tongue slide over them and it makes me sooo fucking hot."

Her hands then moved down her abdomen and her knees spread wider apart. I couldn't believe this was happening. My food was down on the coffee table and my pants opened in one second flat. I couldn't get my hard dick out fast enough.

"I'm hot down here," she said, almost moaning. "I touch myself a lot. A lot of times I think of you when I do it, too. Do you think of me when you masturbate? Do you want to see me touch myself, Mr. Williams? I watched you mowing and I wanted to masturbate right there in front of you. I wanted to get you so hard. I like to see a big dick getting all hard because of me."

I thought about yelling at the screen to get her bikini bottoms off faster, but decided not to. She slipped her hand inside her bathing suit and began to stroke herself. She closed her eyes and let her head kind of roll back as she slowly and gently played with herself underneath the material.

I slipped my hand around my cock and slowly pumped it. It felt good, but I knew that what I saw on TV would feel a hell of a lot better. She played with herself underneath her bikini for a minute or two before standing up and pulling them down. I was in heaven when I saw her exposed pussy. She was completely shaved and her pussy was gorgeous, all pink and pouty. I longed to dive in there with my tongue and see if it tasted as good as it looked.

She sat back down on the bed and resumed stroking herself. With her other hand she continued to massage her breasts and pinch her nipples. Her fingers danced faster on her clit and I could hear her moaning.

"Mmhmmm.... mmhmmm.... yesss.... I like this.... I need a tongue, though," she moaned. "I need your tongue on my pussy. I love it when a guy goes down on me. I want him to worship my pussy with his tongue and suck on my clit. My fingers just can't... do... enough...," she groaned accentuating the words with thrusts of her fingers.

I watched as her hand danced on her cunt, sliding back and forth across her clit before driving deep into her pussy. It was a wonderous sight. It felt like it was over in a minute, but I knew I had watched her masturbate for a good fifteen to twenty minutes before she finally climaxed. She made a very erotic mewling sound as she came, making me cum at the same time.

"Maybe some day you'll make love to me," she nearly begged. "Maybe someday I can suck on your cock just like I dream about."

I sat there stunned as she closed her eyes and continued to softly touch herself, making low moans. Then she looked up at the camera again. "Thanks for watching me."

I didn't know what to do. She got up from the bed and turned off the camera, ending the movie. Now I was in a very awkward position. I would never be able to look at my neighbor or her family the same way again. I busted my nut three times that night, watching her short movie over and over.

*****

The next day was Sunday and I just came back from lunch with a friend when Kaylee came walking over to me. She was acting coy, and I was embarrassed to see her again. She was wearing her bathing suite again, obviously laying out. She held her hands behind her back as if she were shy. Unfortunately I knew the truth; she was anything but shy.

She smiled. "Did you find my gift?"

"Um, yeah. I was a little surprised."

"Well, I thought you might like it. Maybe we could talk about it later. Like maybe tonight."

I stood there uncertain what to say.

"Like maybe we could do more than talk." She smiled again looking me right in the eye. Her gaze then trailed down my body to my crotch and back up again. Then she licked her lips.

God how I wanted her. She was coming on to me hard and fast. I didn't even know what to think. Blood rushed from my brain to my prick making it hard to think.

"You don't have to answer. I know what you're thinking. We both want the same thing. Just leave your back door unlocked. I'll see you at 9:00." She started to turn to walk away and then quickly turned back. "By the way, have some beer handy. We'll have a party." Then she turned and walked back to her house. I watched her ass sway back and forth all the way. I don't know what had come over me, but I didn't want to say no. I wanted her to come over. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk.

*****

I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what I was going to do. At about 6:00 I realized that I didn't have any beer in the house so I went to a nearby store and bought some. When I got back, Kaylee was washing her car and gave me an appraising smile as she saw the case in my hand. She knew she had me.

At 8:30 I showered and changed into some nice clothes. I wondered what in the heck you wore for something like this. I figured nothing would come of it except flirting and maybe some petting, so I just put on some nice slacks with a polo shirt. At 9:00 I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard the back door close. Kaylee sauntered to the archway between the kitchen and the living room and stood there looking at me. She was wearing a soft, low cut, green sweater and some black slacks. The sweater was short, with only 2 buttons, and showed plenty of midriff. A small purse was slung over her shoulder.

She just stood there for a moment as we looked at each other. I didn't have a clue of what to say. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time and could feel my dick hardening to steel strength.

She headed up the stairs and stopped after a few steps looking back at me. We locked eyes for a moment again before she continued up. No words were spoken, a ton of words implied. I waited a moment longer trying to get the courage to go up. Then I turned off the TV and lights and headed up.

When I got to my bedroom, the lamp was on, casting a seductive glow around the room. Kaylee was sitting on the bed waiting for me. She slowly got up and moved over to me, raising her hands to my shoulders, she raised her lips to mine and we locked in a passionate kiss. It was tender at the beginning, but quickly turned ravenous. She was tugging at my clothes and I was tugging at hers, practically ripping them from our bodies. I dropped my kisses to her throat and bit her gently, eliciting moans of pleasure.

Very quickly I felt her hand wrap around my manhood and then she stroked it with a firm grip. I gasped into her neck. We moved over to the bed and she turned us so that I was closest to it. Within a few more seconds we were both completely naked. She jumped me and we tumbled onto the queen-size bed with her on top. She was very dominant and knew just what she wanted. I was too stunned to object.

She was kissing me while fondling my dick. It felt so incredible and my erection was really hard. Then she dropped down and sucked on my nipples and gently bit them. Suddenly she broke contact and reached over to the night stand where her purse lay.

"I want to try something," she said quietly, smiling in a weird way. She opened her purse and pulled out some wrist and ankle cuffs. "I wanna be a little kinky," she smiled, giggling. She moved the handcuffs to my wrist and locked it around, locking the other end to my banister. "I want you to be totally helpless." She proceeded to do the same with my other wrist and them both of my ankles, putting me spread eagle on the bed. She then slipped over my body and sat on my stomach and kissed me. "I want to do whatever I want."

I was practically shivering with need. I wanted to taste her, to touch her, to just have her ride me for her own pleasure. But I was locked up tight. She sat up and said she had a surprise for me.

"Uh, ok," I stammered weakly, not knowing what else could happen.

She leaned over me towards the lamp, her breasts hanging below her, enticing me to nip at them. But I was bound too tightly to reach them. She turned the lamp off and back on a few times, which totally confused me.

She giggled at the confused look on my face as she slid down my abdomen, licking across my chest and over my stomach. I felt my prick slide against her chest between her breasts and then poke at her neck.

"I know what you need," she giggled.

I looked down and watched as she began to lick it like an ice cream cone, from the base all the way to the tip. I could feel it hardening, the blood seemingly moving from by brain straight into it.

Suddenly she opened her mouth wide and it disappeared into the warm, moist depths. Her tongue continued to swirl around it as she slid all the way down and then back up again. I'd had a few blow jobs in my lifetime, but nothing compared to this young thing's technique. She was unashamed of her desire for my prick and practically worshiped it. I quickly reached my peak and thought I was going to blow when the bedroom door opened.

I was shocked out of my pending orgasm when I saw two girls standing in the doorway. Both were wearing t-shirts and shorts. One, who I later found out to be Lauren, was another blonde cutie that was twenty. The other, who was a lot closer to a brunette, was Sydney, Lauren's younger sister at only eighteen.

Kaylee was stroking me as she introduced them. They came into the room, bringing the case of beer with them. I tried to figure out what was going on, completely embarrassed that I was helplessly naked on the bed. Kaylee told me that both girls were close friends of hers and that they liked to play, too.

"There's nothing you can do about it anyways," she giggled, reminding me of my predicament. "So just have fun."

Suddenly her mouth engulfed my hardened member once again and she used one hand to pump up and down it at the same time. I groaned at her actions, closing my eyes and forgetting about the other two for a moment. I opened them again when I felt additional hands on my body. They were caressing my chest, abdomen and thighs as Kaylee fed me in and out of her mouth.

Then, suddenly, her mouth left me. "Rotate," she giggled, sliding up my body. She surprised me by not stopping at my stomach, but continuing to move up my body, positioning her beautiful pussy right over my mouth. She slipped her legs around my arms so that she was comfortable and then used her hands to pull her pussy lips apart. Wordlessly, she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. I hungrily attacked her pussy, licking and sucking it with a fervor. She had really gotten me excited by that wonderful blowjob.