Reaching into the small ice chest for another wine cooler, I glanced over towards my left and saw a blur of movement in the huge oak tree behind our house. Grinning to myself, I realized that Tim, my neighbor home for the summer following his first year of college, was once again spying on me as I lay out by our back-yard pool.
For the past month or so, Tim had perched in his post almost daily and ogled me as I worked on my tan. Last summer he'd done the same. Almost every time I had lain out by the pool, I felt the sensation of being watched by my horny neighbor. The thought of the college freshman using me as jerk-off inspiration was very flattering and as I turned back onto my stomach I made sure to point the bronzed globes of my tight ass directly at him. The tiny pink and green thong bikini I was wearing displayed about 99% of my firm 27-year old ass and I had no problem showing it off.
Flipping absently though the pages of the "Self" magazine I had brought out poolside, I found myself growing moist at the idea of young Tim jerking off as he spied on me. My husband had been away for three days, and I had been home in bed for two days with a bad cold, so my needy little pussy was practically begging for cock.
"What the heck?" I thought to myself, "He's been staring at me all summer. He must like what he sees...there's nothing wrong with seducing a willing college stud!"
Deciding to do a little teasing first, I spread my slender legs wide, giving Tim a hot view of my barely covered crotch. Then, bending my legs upwards at the knees, I kicked them slowly back and forth, my tight little ass shimmying with the movement.
After a few minutes I ceased my kicking motion, and began to rhythmically grind my pelvis into the cement in a pantomime of a hot fuck. Up and down, I leisurely humped my hot twat feeling lustful warmth flowing through my almost naked body. I imagined I could hear Tim's tormented grown as he watched his hot married neighbor rubbing her pussy against the rough surface of the pool deck.
"Bet he wants to fuck it," I hissed to myself under my breath. "Bet he wants to fuck this hot pussy and spray it full of his hot young cum. Should I let him? Should I let him fuck me?"
I was become hotter and hotter questioning the idea of letting the spying boy shove his cock into every hole I had, and I reached a hand back to undo the string that tied the miniscule bikini top to my curvy body. With the top undone, I slowly turned over, my small, pink nipples pointing straight up at the clear blue sky.
With a small whimper, I cupped my firm tits in my hands and squeezed them roughly. "Wanna play with my tits Tim?" I murmured under my breath. "Wanna squeeze, and pull, and lick, and bit, and fuck, and cum on 'em? Wanna use my tits as play toys?"
Moaning softly to myself, I harshly mauled my moist tits and slowly pumped my ass up and down off of the warm cement. "Hop that fence, Tim." I pleaded quietly to myself. "Don't even say a single word to me; just come over here, rip this thong off, fuck me stupid, shoot hot fucking cum in me, and just leave me here splayed open and leaking. Then go back to college and brag to your friends. Tell them all what a stud you are and how you banged the slut who lives behind you."
Soon, my little shaved pussy was oozing steadily as I reveled in my forbidden fantasy. Shivering with need, I decided that perhaps I should stop teasing and call one of Troy's friends or one of the docs from work to come over and take care of my itchy pussy—it'd be safer in the long run. Rolling back over onto my tummy, I quickly finished my wine cooler, fished another out of the ice chest, and reached for the copy of "Cosmo."
The title of one of the stories on the cover quickly caught my eye, though: "You and a Younger Man – It Can Be Hot (and an Ego Boost)." Flipping through the pages, I read the highlights: faster recuperative powers, enthusiasm; eagerness; willingness to learn; it's fun playing the seductress. My head was spinning from the wine and the heat, and my pussy was still creaming as I imagined the possibilities. Forget calling somebody, I had a cock available 100 feet away.
Before I could stop myself, I turned to look over my shoulder and called out. "Hey, Tim, you can come over here and keep me company, you know. No need to be coy. I know you're up in the tree. Come on over and talk to me; I'm bored."
For a few long seconds, nothing happened and at first I figured Tim was too ashamed to show himself, but finally, a few branches shook wildly and I saw Tim scale down the tree into his yard. Several short seconds later, he agilely hoped the fence and slowly walked over towards the pool where I lay.
Looking up form my prone position, I smiled brightly at the somewhat embarrassed college freshman. "Don't be shy, Tim. I know you've been spying on me all summer. It's pretty flattering actually. I mean you could be out with your friends looking for girls your age, but you'd rather look at an old married woman sunning herself by the pool.
"You're not old Mrs. Z!" Tim blurted quickly. "I didn't mean to spy. It's just well..."
"It's ok, Honey" I replied with a teasing laugh. "Lots of guys have crushes on older girls. Is that what you have? A little summer crush on me?"
Tim's face turned bright red at my bold, teasing question. He tried to stammer out an answer, but before he could reply, I handed him the bottle of sunscreen I had brought out with me.
"Here, you might as well make yourself useful; you can rub this on my back." With those words I rested my head on my arms and looked sideways at the excited teen as he flipped open the top of the bottle.
"Squirt it on my back, and rub it in for me." I directed my neighbor.
Tim squirted a small amount of sunscreen and began to set the bottle down.
"No, more than that," I instructed the hesitant young man, the racy innuendo clear in my voice "Squirt it all over my back, get it all over me."
As I felt the cool cream hit my warm, tanned back, I let out a soft moan, "That's it Tim, squirt it all over me, Honey. Cover me with it."
My double entendre was clearly not lost on my aroused neighbor, and he quickly coated my back with a copious amount of sunscreen.
"Now, rub it in, Tim." I commanded, squirming a little in anticipation of his warm touch.
Tentatively at first, Tim started to rub the cool, oily sunscreen across my bare back. I felt his fingers spread out and rub harder as I began to moan my approval.
"Good boy!" I praised enthusiastically, "Rub it in good. It's pretty hot out here today and I don't wanna burn; make sure you don't miss a spot or anything. Rub it all over me, Tim."
For the next ten minutes or so, Tim eagerly stroked his hands all over my slick, slippery back, working the cream into my bare, tanned flesh. He concentrated mightily on rubbing only my shoulders and the center portions of my back; he appeared to be very hesitant to go anywhere near my twitching little ass.
He may have been afraid to touch, but he sure was looking! Every time I glanced up at him, Tim's eyes seemed to be locked onto the bare cheeks of my tight butt. I was reasonable sure he'd never been this close to a woman in a thong bikini before and he was sure getting any eyeful.
