Sun Bathing In My Neighborhood Girl -2
When Kirsty left after our first sexual encounter I stayed naked and wandered from my bedroom to the lovely big shower I had in my en suite bathroom. As the hot cascade of water washed over me I had some moments of guilt, had I coerced her, had I pushed her to do something she did not want to do?
Then I played the encounter over in my head again and realised that whilst I did push things forward, she had been a more than willing participant and after all she had initiated everything with her apparent need or desire to stare at my crotch as I sunbathed. Of course reliving the event in my head caused me to harden as I soaped myself and before long I was fully hard again.
I leant against the tiled wall of the shower and brought myself to another climax. I was surprised at the intensity, my knees almost gave way, also that I had managed to cum again so soon after I had filled Kirsty. It normally took me far longer to recover; I was clearly hyper-aroused by the whole affair.
As I stood at my bedroom window towelling myself dry I watched Kirsty come out into her garden with her football again, this time she was wearing shorts as well as her Spurs top. I wondered if the bikini bottoms had been just for my benefit?
I spent ten minutes or so admiring the grace with which she moved and the obvious skill she had with the football - there was definitely no need for the ball to have come into my garden so often earlier. Kirsty glanced occasionally towards my garden and once looked up to the window I was standing in. I smiled down at her and a knowing smile drifted across her face.
Before she could properly acknowledge me her head turned sharply towards her house, a moment later her mother came into the garden and gave her a hug, clearly just back from work again. As Kirsty hugged her Mum she looked over her shoulder and blew me a very obvious kiss.
I think that was all the answer I needed. I had no need to feel guilt about forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. She was of course so young that I could still get into a heap of trouble but I clearly had not coerced her.
Once dry I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of light trousers and spent the rest of the day between the garden and the kitchen, occasionally seeing Kirsty over the low hedge between our gardens but mostly just getting on with the jobs I had to do.
When I went to bed that night I had to, again, bring myself off to release the sexual tension I felt. The experience with Kirsty had been so intense that I could think of little else and I wondered, and hoped, that there may be other chances over the last few days that I had off work.
The following morning I woke refreshed after a good night's sleep, one of the best nights I had had for a while. I decided to stay at home again as there were a number of jobs I had to do, to mow the lawn and to do a few little DIY jobs around the house that had stacked up.
The weather was glorious again so I just wore a pair of canvas cut offs that came just below my knee and a baggy shirt. The cut offs were the sort you could wear if you wanted to look like a pirate and indeed I had worn them before at fancy dress parties. They were lovely and baggy and loose, so loose that I could pull them down without undoing the buttons or fly if I wanted to.
Ideal for doing jobs on a hot summer's day.
About mid morning I was pushing my mower around the garden when Kirsty's father John called to me from across the hedge. I turned the machine off and wandered over to him.
"Hi David, how are you?"
"Fine thanks John, and you?"
"Oh I'm fine although I have a really messed up schedule this week. I had a full night last night and have not had much sleep as I am back in after lunch for a late shift so I will probably be totally exhausted by the time I get home late this evening."
"The downside of shift work I suppose."
"Exactly, but I was thinking, as the weather is so good I thought I would fire up the barbie for Kirsty and me at lunchtime and wondered if you wanted to join us?"
"That's a really kind offer, if you are sure it's ok I would love to join you. Can I bring anything?"
"No need, I am not doing anything fancy, I'll give you a shout when it's ready."
"OK, if I'm not in the garden I will be in the house somewhere so either give me a shout or send Kirsty over to come and find me."
"OK, I'll see you later."
I went back to finish the lawn and then went into the house to wait for lunch. I didn't want to be in shouting distance as it would be fun to have Kirsty come and find me. Not only did I still feel horny but I also felt naughty and adventurous, this might be fun.
About 30 minutes later I smelt freshly lit charcoal - like me John did things right, no lazy gas barbecue for him but good old fashioned charcoal. I knew that in about another 30-40 minutes it would be ready and he would be calling me.
I popped up stairs and had a quick shower to freshen up, when I dressed I put a pair of tight, figure hugging, trunks on under the cut offs, something that would show my package off well if I pulled my cut offs down. I really hoped I would have a chance to show Kirsty.
I was upstairs when, right on cue, I heard John calling from the garden. I watched through my bedroom window, out of sight from him until I saw Kirsty weaving her way through the gap in the hedge to come and find me.
I moved to the stairs and started down towards to kitchen. I could hear Kirsty calling for me and was most of the way down when she walked through from the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are Mr Stevens. Dad says that lunch is nearly ready."
She stood at the bottom of the stairs looking slightly up at me as I hooked my fingers in the waist band of my cut offs and slowly pulled them down to reveal my mostly erect cock tightly constrained in my trunks. The shape of it was clear to see in a rather crude way.
Kirsty gasped and then looked nervously back through to kitchen to see if her father was in sight. When she turned back to me I had come down to the very bottom step. I reached out and lightly held her right wrist and moved her hand forward and straight onto my erection.
She moaned and immediately started to feel the outline of my manhood staring straight at it.
"So, you want more of this do you?"
She swallowed audibly and after checking again through the kitchen she looked at me and nodded.
"You want my hard cock?" again the slight nod.
"When is you mother home today?"
"She is working later than usual Mr Stevens and won't be back until nearly 7.00"
"In which case Kirsty, I think you can have this later after your father goes to work. If you really want it that is."
Her reply was as much a moan as it was spoken words and was accompanied but a further stroking of me through the material of my trunks.
"Oh God yes Mr Stevens, I have thought of little else since yesterday."
"OK let's go and join your Dad."
I pulled my cut offs up again, checked that my hard on was not obvious (another advantage of the tight trunks) and walked past Kirsty towards the garden.
"Come on then." and with that I was through the kitchen and into the garden.
"Sorry John, I was doing some jobs upstairs and I think Kirsty was a little shy to come and find me. Bless her."
"She's a good girl and growing into quite a young lady."
"I'm sure she is and she does you credit."
"That's kind of you David; did you hear that Kirsty? David thinks you are become quite the young lady."
"Thank you Mr Stevens, that's very nice of you."
"Please, call me David, we are neighbours after all."
Kirsty looked at me and blushed as only young girls can, cute enough to melt an old man's heart.
"David, we have burgers or hot dogs or both, they are nearly ready if you want to get your buns ready."
I went to the table where everything was laid out but on the way I realised that neither John nor I had a drink.
"John, I'm going to pop a cold one for myself, would you like one?"
"I'd love one but am off to work straight after lunch so I had better had a soft drink thanks all the same."
"No problem. Kirsty, would you be a sweetie and pop into my kitchen and bring me a beer from the fridge and cans of pop for you and your Dad."
Kirsty turned and went back through the hedge to my kitchen. She was only a moment or two and then was back out with a can of larger for me and a coke each for herself and her Dad. She came and joined us where we were at the barbecue and squeezed in between her Dad and me.
She held our drinks up to us and while her Dad leant over to kiss her on the cheek I ran my free hand over the curve of her bottom and down into the gap between her legs. Even through the skirt she was wearing I could feel the heat of her wet juicy pussy. I guessed that she not wearing panties and was pretty aroused for our future sexual encounter. I certainly was.
I only touched her for a brief moment before returning my attention to the meat cooking on the barbecue as if nothing had happened. John dished up the burgers and hotdogs and we all moved over to the table on the decking at the back of their house.
Kirsty sat next to her Dad and I was across from them on the other side of the table. We chatted easily between us, John made sure that we included Kirsty in the conversation and asked her to tell us how her football season had gone.
Once we had finished eating John went and made himself a coffee and Kirsty brought another beer for me and a coke for herself this time from their fridge.
"Kirsty, are you sure you want another coke dear, it will go right through you, you know. You'll be peeing all afternoon if you are not careful" John admonished her as he sat back and enjoyed his coffee.
"I'll be fine Dad, stop worrying about me." this was accompanied by typically teenage girl’s raised eyes, as if he was always going on at her.
"Sorry dear, I know you are much more grown up now but old habits die hard." Kirsty leant back in her seat but she also brought her feet up to the seat beside her bum. They were demurely kept together so her modesty was protected but it gave me a lovely view of the length of her legs.
I should explain what Kirsty was wearing. She had a simple white blouse that came to her waist but not long enough to tuck into her skirt, she did not seem to be wearing a bra or vest of any sort. The simple denim shirt she had on was not short and fell just about to her knees.
As she sat with her feet in the seat beside her bottom and her knees hugged to her chest she was able to pull her skirt down so that it was just over her knees. With both her thighs and her shins pressed together she was protecting her modesty and although I could admire how long and slim her legs were I could not see anything more.
I was chatting to John about nothing very much, just enjoying a few minutes rest after a good feed, I was conscious that she was staring at me quite intently. I glanced over to her and she choose that moment, no doubt deliberately, to move her feet apart so that they were at opposite sides on the chair seat. Her thighs were still held close together but her shins were now not. Instead they were framing a triangle through which I could look straight at the gusset of her no panties.
As her Dad was sitting a little behind her he saw nothing untoward but from where I was I had a fabulous view of her panties, bulging obviously with her sex. They were simple plain cotton knickers with a little piece of lace edging, they were faded pink as if they were not new and had been washed pretty often. The sort of knickers that any young girl would wear and in no way "sexy". It was not easy to concentrate on what John was saying with such a delectable view in front of my eyes but I don't think he noticed.
After a couple of minutes he got up and went to the barbecue to make sure the coals were bedded down nicely and he took all the dirty cookware in to the kitchen. No doubt, like most blokes, he expected his wife to clean them later.
While he was away from the table Kirsty took the opportunity to part her knees as far as her skirt would allow. She created a sort of tent with the skirt and I was able now to also see the front of her no panties and the base of her tummy. I nearly choked when I realised that on the front panel she had the Rolling Stones logo, large red lips with a long tongue sticking out, the tongue came nearly to the top of her very obvious cameltoe. Maybe not girlie and innocent knickers after all. It looked like a very direct invitation.
"OK David, I am going to have to head to work now. No need for you to rush away if you want to relax with your beer. Kirsty will be fine here on her own until her mother gets back at about 7.00. Is it OK for her to come over if she needs anything?"
I was locked eye to eye with Kirsty as I replied. "Of course John, anytime. I would be delighted to help." As John was not looking at me I raised an eyebrow in a clear signal too her. The way she blushed made it clear that she had understood the double meaning.
"There you are Kirsty, you heard David, if there is anything you need or if you are not comfortable on your own just pop over and see him. Right, well that's me done. I'm off to work. Bye."
He kissed Kirsty on the top of her head, of course her legs were demurely together again, he waved at me as he disappeared into the house for the last time. Kirsty and I were still looking at each other when we heard the front door slam followed by the car starting and heading off. As the engine noise died away in the distance an intense silence fell on the garden, you could have cut the air with a knife.
Without breaking eye contact Kirsty slowly parted her knees again. This time she also reached both her hands above her head and stretched pushing her small
breasts against the near transparent material of her blouse. I was aware of this in my peripheral vision as vague movement. I slowly allowed my eyes to drift down her body taking in her nipples pressed against her blouse and clearly erect and then moving down to her panties tight pressed against the mount of her sex with her lips and mons clearly discernible.
I was also pretty certain that there was a darker wet spot in the middle of her gusset. Was she really getting wet just sitting there and showing her panties to me? Was it me staring at her that aroused her or the act of flashing herself or perhaps it was the knowledge that we were alone for the next 5 hours or so until her mother came home?
It was warm now and my second beer had slid down without resistance, the idea of time alone, without interruption, with Kirsty was delicious and I was now pretty hard just sitting there looking at her. I was sure that if I just asked her we would pick up where we had left off yesterday but I wanted to repeat the process of a slower seduction. I had enjoyed making her initiate the contact between us yesterday and wanted to play a similar flirting game today.
Still holding Kirsty in an intense gaze I stood up, making no attempt to hide my obvious erection I walked around the table to stand in front of her looking down at her. I casually rested my hands on her knees allowing my thumb to gently caress the skin at the top of her lower leg.
"I have some jobs to do in the garden. Do you have any plans this afternoon? If not you can help me if you like."
She smiled slightly. "OK if you think I can help you."
"I am sure you will be fine."
I turned casually away and headed towards my garden. "Come on then Kirsty, no time like the present."
She followed me through the hedge and onto my property. I really did have jobs to do although I would have been perfectly able to do them on my own but I wanted Kirsty near me. I wanted to be able to discretely admire her but most importantly I wanted her to see me and be close to me. I wanted her to admire my strength and I suppose my body too.
We did of course find reason to casually touch each other in passing, absolutely nothing sexual but charged all the same and then as I started to get hot with the work and I felt my sweat start to run I took off my top. I could have sworn that I heard a sharp in take of breath at the sight of my muscular chest and stomach. We had been working for perhaps 45 minutes when I called a break.
"Right Kirsty I think we have both earned a reward, could you pop to the kitchen and get us both a drink?" she dutifully went into the house and emerged a moment later with another beer for me and a coke for herself.
We stood in the sun enjoying the warmth, both of us hot from the work, we were quiet but not distant from each other. I liked the fact that she seemed comfortable with silence between us. She fairly quickly finished her coke, perhaps she was thirsty after our work.
"David? Could I try your beer? Dad has never let me try it before."
"Feeling all grown up again today are we?" she blushed at the clear double meaning.
"Am I not grown up enough in your eyes?" a good answer and a delight that she was wanting to play this flirting game with me.
I took the beer bottle from my lips and looked at her. "Sure, why not? But I warn you that you may not like it."
I held the bottle out to her which meant that she had to come over to me to get it, as she reached for it I brought it back slightly towards me so that she had to stand pretty close. I could smell her clean hair and although she was also sweating she had a clean and fresh odor that was rather attractive.
She brought the bottle to her lips and took a tiny sip. She paused and took another longer pull.
"Hey, that's not bad, I wasn't sure I would like it but it's nice."
I laughed "Funnily enough I rather like it myself, and that's my beer you are scoffing."
I reached for it but as I did she pulled it back from me. We were now almost touching, very close.
"You're not going to deprive me of such a small amount of your beer are you, I was just starting to enjoy exploring this whole grown up thing." Again a comment loaded with double meaning.
The bottle was only half full and I thought it would do her no harm. "Oh go on then but you had better get me a replacement as I am still thirsty. I turned her by her shoulders pointing her towards the kitchen and patted her on her bottom to send her on her way.
She giggled and almost skipped her way back into the kitchen clearly very pleased to have been given the rest of the bottle.
While she was away I peeled off my cut offs and sat back in my lounger to enjoy the heat of the afternoon. She came out and stood in front of me to the side of the lounger, about level with my waist. She gave me my fresh beer and took another sip of hers. I was pleased to note that she had not rushed her beer and there was still plenty left. I didn't want her being sick or anything and I was pretty sure that his really was her first beer.
"So you like the beer huh?"
"Yer, it's not bad actually, a bit bitter and I am more used to sweet drinks but I guess I could get used to it."
"Probably best not to tell you Dad I gave it to you. He may not think you are ready for that."
"I think there is quite a lot that he wouldn't think I am ready for.....but he would be wrong." The message was clear enough, yesterday's fun was something she definitely thought she was ready for and wanted to repeat.
While we were chatting I noticed that she was a little uncomfortable standing there, she was sort of moving from foot to foot. I guessed after three cans of coke and almost half a bottle of beer that she was needing a pee. This could be a good tease, see how long I could make her hold out. I can be pretty juvenile sometimes but I thought it would be fun.
Standing where she was the sun was almost directly behind her but not quite, so I was having to squint up at her and to hold one hand above my eye to block the sun out.
"Kirsty, could you move to your right a bit so that the sun isn't directly in my eyes?" She leant over the lounger but couldn't get quite far enough and looked very uncomfortable.
"A bit further please. Look, it might be easier to stand across the lounger." She reached her right leg over the lounger and was then perfectly placed to completely block the sun from my face and I was able to look at her without squinting. This was, naturally, no accident as I had placed the lounger deliberately so that this could happen.
"That's perfect, thank you." she was still up by my waist but now with her legs parted, straddling the lounger. She was actually right above the top of my thighs, just below my crotch. With my tight trunks on she could clearly see that it was again hard and showing very obviously.
I noticed her attempts to subtly glance at me, not very subtle really as she tried to enjoy the view. Time to increase the teasing.
Continue to part 3