My friends call me Kandy; I am fifty-three and a sexy BBW who lives in a small apartment on the outskirts of a major metropolis. I have a deck out back and my place is secluded away from the main road. Everyone is usually gone to work during the day so I can do just about anything I want on the deck. This means if I chose too, can wear little or nothing at all, which I often do, because I am a bit of an exhibitionist.
Next-door lives and older man about 70, I will call him James. He is always sitting outside in the early morning hours drinking coffee and reading the daily newspaper. His patio is about 10 feet from my deck and we often talk across the yard as we eye each other seductively.
You see that for an older man about 70, he still looked hot and sexy. His jet-black hair is just graying at the temples and he does not look a day over fifty. His tall body has some extra padding but to me it's all in the right places and makes him that more attractive.
Some mornings I sit off to the side of the window and murmur to myself as I masturbate saying, "Oh honey, if I could only see your body naked, I know we would have some fucking!"
Today I decide to be bold and beautiful and tempt him to see just what happens. I don my big t-shirt that hugs all the right places and barely covers my ass and go commando. I tweak my nipple and make sure these 42D's have rock hard bullets sticking out, a sure way they will be noticed.
I walked onto the deck with a rag in hand and some wood polishing wax in the other. I look around, pretend no one is watching, and proceed to give the deck a spotless polish.
I gaze over to make sure James is sitting on his patio and proceed with my seductive scenario. I turn around and bend to reach the furthest corner and (oops) let my shirt slide up to my hips. My hairless pussy gives the neighbor a friendly wink! Oh baby, that ought to make something stand up and take notice.
I turn around as if to straighten my shirt and run my hands across my breasts and tweak each nipple again. Still acting as if no one is around, I ran my fingers between my legs then brought them to my mouth and licked the wetness from them.
I uttered under my breath, "Ooooh honey-bunch this is making me horny as hell."
I look out of the corner of my eye and saw him sit his coffee mug down and lay the paper on the table. He is eyeing me with allot of concentration. His left hand is rubbing a bulge in his shorts and he leans so far forward he almost fell out of the chair.
I giggled and said to myself, "Oooooh yeah, I would say, I have this one on the hook, time to reel him in!"
I disappeared for a moment but only to turn on the radio, which I have the station tuned in of soft rock; you know the kind you like to fuck too.
When I came back outside the wind caught my shirt exposing the complete frontal view of my pussy. I looked up and saw James.
I stopped dead in my tracks and gulped then and wanting it to look authentic, blushed clear to my toes. Then I muttered, "Oh my goodness, hello! How long have you been sitting there?"