Every time I passed behind her lounger, I got the most generous view of her breasts, full and ripe and just the perfect size for my big hands. She seemed fidgety, adjusting often in her chair. Maybe she could feel my gaze crawling up her skin, lighting her nerves on fire while the fantasties played like a cliché porno in my head.
She was too young.
I shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts I was about her. The image of those big, pouty lips wrapped around my cock splashed in my head rebelliously and I groaned loudly, only the sound of the mower to drown me out. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I was thirty-nine years old. I wasn’t a hormonal teenage boy, but here I was staring at her like a pathetic puppy dog begging for his treat.
I’d walked myself right into hell in that backyard, and the devil was barely over five feet and the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I slowed my steps, eyes lingering a little longer on the way she twirled her hair and ran it over her full pink lips as she read. The way the sun lit on her skin and caused a soft pink glow to appear wherever it touched.
I never wanted to be the sunshine so much in my fucking life.
After another few minutes, I’d made my way to the front yard, speed mowing that motherfucker as fast as humanly possible as I wondered what I’d say to her when I finished.
“Looks good out here.” I didn’t have to wait long. The moment I cut the engine on the mower I heard her voice.
I swung my eyes over my shoulder, surprised to find her sitting on the front porch step, chin in her palm and bare feet planted in the freshly mowed grass.
“What do I owe you?” She took her oversized glasses off and stood, a smile growing as she crossed the grass to me.
My cock leaked. She was too beautiful. Too young. Too ripe. Too innocent.
I repeated that mantra with every step she took, and my cock didn’t listen to a single word.
“No payment required,” I said when she reached me. I inhaled, the scent of her sun-kissed skin enough to undo me.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be in debt to the new neighbor on my first day back in town.”
I gulped, my body’s reaction to her primal, and far beyond my control.
“I’m sure we’ll figure out a way for you to work it off.” I kicked myself as soon as I said the words. The double meaning must’ve landed like a comment from a pervy old man.
“Good, I look forward to it.” She beamed, the way her thick eyelashes lined her expressive eyes made me wonder how she’d look peering up at me with my dick between her cute little lips.
Heaven help me, this girl was going to be the death of me.
“I’m Parker Knowles.”
She nodded, eyes probably taking in the salt and pepper sprinkling my hair and weathered lines of my face. I could be her father, that was for sure.
And then I wondered what it would feel like to hear this sweet little girl call me Daddy, and the volcano tenting my pants teetered at the edge of eruption.
“Nice to meet you, Parker Knowles. I’m Catherine Miller, but my friends call me Cat.”
“Like a kitty cat?” I leaned in a fraction closer, eager for her response.
“Exactly like a kitty cat.” Her voice lowered an octave.
“Well, kitty cat, it was a pleasure to meet you.”
She nodded, smiling softly before slipping her sunglasses up her nose and turning to walk away, round ass cheeks peeking through the bottoms of those short shorts and making me crazy every step of the way.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to shake the vision of her ass cheeks in my hands as I sank inside of her for the first time. And by the time the sun had set later that night, I was no better off.
I’d become a man obsessed with his neighbors’ daughter, and that was made only worse when I went to bed that night and caught sight of a single light on in the window across the yard from mine.
My sweet little kitty cat, running her hands over her sun-bronzed legs as she lotioned them. My greedy eyes popped open when she hooked her thumbs in her shorts and pulled them down her legs, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp highlighting all the juicy curves of her body.
I sucked in a breath of air when she turned away from the window, slipping her tank top over her head and revealing her gorgeous, creamy back to my eyes. Pushing my hand down my shorts and wrapping it around my thick hard-on. I growled eagerly when she turned in profile, the outline of one perky nipple in the lamplight enough to have my cock leaking uncontrollably from the tip.