I was at my cabin on a cool November morning just watching the wind blowing the leaves around outside just wearing my black bra and panty not thinking anything of it when I watch the neighbor from across the road tear out of his driveway.
"One of these days he's going to hit something." I think knowing the deer walk across his driveway all the time.
The guy is like a hundred years old so he's probably set in his ways. He's a nice guy though not much to look at with a bald head, and very skinny. He's not much taller than me, and I'm five foot one inch. He always waves or says hello when he sees us, and once and a while he stops by if we're outside otherwise he keeps to himself just like most of us up here. Then again being a 45 year old fat married mom I don't go around talking to everyone.
I may be middle age, but I still have my long brown hair. I have the salon to thank for that. Most guys that know me tell me that I'm too cute for a married chick. The one's that aren't trying to get in my pants just tell me that I'm way too nice of a person most of the time. I do what I can to help when needed is all, but there's not much a 300 pound girl like me can do. I'm either too weak, or too big. My husband says my weight just made my boobs and ass better over the years. They are much bigger. At eighteen I was an A cup, and now I'm at a D. I think childbirth had something to do with that too.
I know that's why my belly has the stretch marks, or as my husband calls them, mommy stripes. My weight doesn't slow me down though. My fat little legs can carry me a long way before they get sore. I also don't mind being unclothed whenever possible even though most girls my size try to always cover up, and being here at the cabin alone means I can walk around however I want. Today I decided on just my underwear. Tomorrow it may be nothing, or it may be fully clothed? I'll decide then. I'm not an exhibitionist by any means, but I do get turned on pushing the limits of having others see me.
After five minutes I watch him race back into his driveway at about thirty miles per hour. I just shake my head and laugh thinking, "If you weren't always in such a hurry you'd see the fat lady in this window."
I sit back with a sexy romance novel, and soon enough hear him over there using his mower to clear the leaves from his lawn and drive just like he always does. The noise of the mower is irritating since I have to keep a close eye out in case family drops by unexpectedly. I don't need them seeing too much. That's also the reason I check whenever I hear a vehicle driving by. After an hour of noise it quiets down so I can hear the breeze in the leaves. Every time I hear a vehicle I stand in the window to see if I need to dress. Most of the time it's the wind. Once in a while it's a car or truck turning at the dead end in front of my driveway.
I just stand there watching. If they see they see. I'm not bashful, but I'm not going to wait at the end of the driveway waving my arms. Just before noon I watch a red truck turning around slowing down real fast mid turn. I feel my nerves stand on end and my heart beats out of my chest watching it pull to a stop at the edge of my drive.
"I think I've been spotted?" I think aloud.
I soon see a bunch of turkeys walking across the road in front of the truck.
"Or maybe not."
My heartrate slows back to normal, and I sit back returning to my book occasionally looking out the window in front of me as I sit. I hear voices over the sound of the idling truck, and I glance out the corner of the window peeking to see my neighbor talking with the truck driver. All I see is the bed of the truck through the trees, and I can't make out what they're saying. I slowly get confident enough to just stand in the middle of the window watching them chat. After a few minutes the truck drives off, and my neighbor walks over to his driveway. He messes with his mailbox a few minutes, and then looks up waving at me.
I wave back forgetting that I'm standing in my underwear in plain view. He immediately comes walking over. I panic, and toss on a gray camo fleece zip up and some black shorts barely finishing by the time he knocks on the door. I open it inviting him in.
"Hello. How are you? I haven't seen you in a while I hope things have been okay for you?" He says standing in the doorway as I close it behind him.
"I'm good thank you. Things have just been really busy at home so we didn't get up as much as we wanted."
"So they all sent you up first to get things ready before they get here?"
"Oh no. I snuck away for a few days. I don't have to be back until Saturday or Sunday so I'll be able to relax for the next four days."
"Well, it's great seeing you again, and if you need anything give a holler."
"Will do." I answer as he walks out.
"Crisis averted." I sigh watching him walk up his driveway.
As soon as he's out of sight I strip back down to my underwear returning to my book. I soon get to a really steamy chapter, and I can't take my eyes away feeling myself getting worked up over it.
The thing about me is that I get horny very easily. Too easily, and when I get horny my crotch gets wet. The hornier I get the wetter I get. I've already left wet spots on chairs, and woken up with a swamp between my legs. It's not fun especially at the worst times. Right now I don't care. I just want to keep reading resisting the urge to touch myself since that will only exasperate the issue even though I can feel myself overheating fast.
"I'll just take care of things when the scene is done." I think.
When I finally finish I set the book down feeling hornier than I've been in a long time. Something outside catches my eyes, and when I look up I see the neighbor standing there watching me. I gasp knowing that it's too late to hide. My heart jumps into my throat as the adrenaline makes my head pound. Taking a deep breath I rationalize that I'm in my underwear so it's not that bad. Then my horniness tells me that I'm in my underwear so he can see most of me.
I watch as he turns to the door walking right in. He walks right up standing at my feet while I sit staring down at me with a glimmer in his eye.
"You have a great body." He says after a minute.
"Um, thanks?" I say nervously as he ogles me.
He reaches for his crotch drawing my attention down to it. I see him grab his rather thick bulge stroking it slowly. My pussy warms even more in lust while my vision fixates on his bulge.
"You like?"
I stay silent as he steps closer spreading my feet apart as I sit up straight in the chair.
"I like what I see. I want to see more. Do you?"
My lust gets the better of me for a second making me reply with, "Yes."
Before I know what I just said he's unzipping his jeans pulling his dick out of his white briefs. It hangs inches from my face bouncing as it points at me. I can't take my eyes off it. The purple head with the pee hole topping off the veiniest shaft I've ever seen. He looks rock hard, and has to be seven inches long or more.
He takes my right hand wrapping my fingers around the base of the shaft. I feel it pulsing with blood as I strain to touch my fingertips together around it. He just holds my hand as he rocks his hips using my hand to masturbate himself. All I can do is watch it and feel it sliding in my hand. It looks so sexy and I quickly see a drop of pre cum form on the pee hole.
Like most girls I have weaknesses, and that sight is one of them. I've always gone crazy for a dick that leaks pre cum for some reason. They just turn me on so much it isn't right. This one along with my horny state of mind easily drive me over the edge, and I forget modesty and decency.
With the urge too great I lean forward licking the pre cum from the tip hearing him moan in response. His moan is all I needed to hear so I let go licking the bottom of his shaft from his balls to the tip before taking as much as I can into my mouth. His hips rock with my head bobbing. My lips tight around his cock is so satisfying. I don't mind when he hits the back of my throat on occasion making me gag slightly. I've had an urge for a dick like this for a long while, and it's now being filled quite well.
