Mmm,... Last Saturday morning was wonderful. Peacefully awakened by the sun streaming through my window, I yawned, stretched, got up and moved into the shower. The warm soft water was a welcome treat. Damn my muscles were sore. Once in, the cascading water played down and across my sore back and arms as I moved back and forth under the jet. Taking my time, I began a slow, soapy rub down, enjoying the lather building up on my chest and arms. Stretching and moving beneath the spigot, the water coursed over my back and between my legs. Massaging my testicles with all that lather, I started daydreaming, continuing to rub my prick.
Even though I was starting to respond to the touch, I thought back on today's chores. The first thing to be done was to cut the grass, then start in on a few odd jobs cropping up around the house. As a carpenter by trade, the chores were easy to complete. Yet my cock was refusing the planned agenda and continued to grow thicker. "Sorry buddy," I laughed, turning and rinsing off, "I need to keep moving." With that I stepped out and started toweling down. Passing the towel underneath my thigh I continued to enjoy the "stiffie" I created.
I laughed at myself. If a woman could experience the sensation of a growing hard-on, they would realize that it is truly a magical event. Toweling off, I continued to massage my shaft, I pulled and moved the skin, stretching it back and forth, creating a personal lightning rod. Not wanting to stop just yet, I continued the massage, feeling my entire body build with the sensation. My nostrils flared as my chest expanded. My entire body expanded as my cock began charging itself with electricity. Growing thicker still, it started to "thrum" in my hand. Moving my hand up and down the length, slowly squeezing with my fingers wrapped around the girth, I stroked full, deliberate strokes. Milking the shaft, I was careful to apply even pressure, mimicking a wet, tight, pussy.
I started daydreaming about my girlfriend and slowly penetrating her from behind. Carefully, romantically, I would gently insert this lubricated spike into her anus. She loves the feeling of power her ass can command. With eyes half closed, I caressed myself slowly, moving from base to tip, and reversing the motion. Plunging my cock through my cupped hand, it responded to the sandpaper touch. "Whew," I said out loud. "I need to stop the self-love." "My pecker is so stiff I could drive a ten-penny nail with it!" "Not now," I exhaled. With my day just beginning, I couldn't afford the luxury of draining myself. So, releasing my grip, I simply draped the towel across my cock, and started for the kitchen. The damn towel swaying back and forth on my peg.
Continuing to enjoy the welcome ache between my legs, I put on the teakettle. Moving back to the bedroom, I slipped naked into a pair of old cutoffs. Damn things were hand-ripped up the side almost to the crotch but I couldn't bear to part with them. With only these on, I padded back into the kitchen, made the tea and continued on to the garage.
Grabbing a few garden tools, I checked the lawnmower for gas, opened the garage door, and sat down to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the morning. Looking around, I took in the beautiful day as I exhaled the smoke.
It took me almost a minute to notice my neighbor Lori, sunning herself. Tucked in a private space between her garage and house, she was enjoying the warm summer morning. Stretched on a chaise lounge, she was intently reading a magazine as the sunlight played across her topless body. With only the wisp of a string thong on, she embodied the perfect reaction to a perfect day. Small and petite, her ample breasts were capped off with large, beautiful nipples. With one arm resting comfortably behind her head, she was reclining with a warm, carefree attitude. Becoming re-aroused immediately, my cock began reasserting himself against the rough fabric of my jeans.
From what little I knew of her, she was a happy gal that led a determined life. A single mom, moving through a life of weekly routines and raising a couple of kids. Knowing her kids were at their Dad's house, I couldn't blame her if she wanted to relax and take time for herself. As I watched, she brought her arm down and flipped the magazine page, causing her oiled breasts to move quickly against each other, then relax.
Now, it's not too often that God delivers this scenario into your suburban life. Yet as I finished the tea, the grass and undone chores still beckoned. Although distracted, I was determined to start the job.
Still aroused, I stood up, and pushed the lawnmower outside. I watched Lori from the corner of my eye as I yanked the handle and kicked it into life. With a rackety roar, I had intruded onto her quiet stage and saw her catch my gaze. Lori's reaction was one that I didn't expect. Tilting her head up from the magazine, she glanced over, pausing to look, waved her arm, and returned to her reading. Smiling back, I gunned the motor and began to chase the lawnmower around the yard.
With each pass, I discovered I could look directly at her for a full stride up the lawn before turning around. It was during these times I could watch her closely. From day one, Lori and I had always had a friendly relationship. You know, the "new neighbor" welcoming, the borrowing of some sugar, that kind of stuff. I'm sure she caught me on a few occasions admiring her figure and thinking playful thoughts.
