“Come on, just a quick flash.”
Cheeky bastard. You picked on the wrong woman.
“Okay,” I replied, surprising myself. “But only if you show me your cock first.”
To my complete astonishment, he unfastened his belt, pulled down his jeans and flashed his hefty looking cock at me.
I had to stop my jaw from dropping open, but my pussy tingled with excitement.
I was hungry for his dick, but duty called. Fucking work.
Before I hurried off, I wanted to have some harmless fun, at the very least.
I smiled like the cat who’d got the cream. Instantly and absentmindedly I retaliated, hoiking my top up and exposing my bare breasts. Anybody could have witnessed my brazenness, but I really didn’t care right at that moment.
Judging by the wolf whistles, I’d captured their attention and just to make certain all eyes were on me, gave my nipples a quick squeeze. That would get their juices flowing a little more.
“Fuck, yeah,” one of them shouted, grabbing at his crotch. “Now, show us your growler.”
I had to stifle my laugh.
Growler. I’d never heard that one before. Not the nicest way to describe a lady’s private parts, but hysterical nonetheless.
“You’re a cheeky boy,” I yelled, teasing. “Does your mother know you have such a dirty mouth?”
“You don’t ask, you don’t get,” the mouthy lad shouted in reply. “So, are you gonna show us, or what?”
They say all’s fair in love and war, but my lady garden was only open for private viewings to the chosen few.
I ignored the hollering from the others and focused my attentions on the young guy with his cock in hand.
“Come on,” mouthy cajoled. “Just a quick look.”
“Maybe next time.” I so wanted to shut him up, but there was a time and place.
“What about me?” Sexy guy still had his cock in hand.
“See anything you like, Stud?”
I glanced behind him. His workmates stood agog.
“Plenty.” He was a confident fucker, but with a cock that big, he had every right to be.
I could see how excited he was, and despite the guffaws from his workmates, he stroked his cock. I could see how hard he was getting. “If you come over here, I’ll show you what I can do with it.”
“Another time.” I can’t believe I was turning down the chance to get screwed by a hot young builder, but if I was late for this meeting, my boss would kick my arse into next week.
“But…” He wasn’t finished with me, yet.
I beckoned him over with my finger. He smelled of cologne, mixed with sweat. Up close, he was gorgeous, a proper heartbreaker.
“You want a little taste?” I looked straight into his eyes.
“Yes, please,” he replied.
Putty in my hands.
Pushing my hand into my knickers, I slide two of my fingers inside me. “Open wide,” I said.
I could hear the guys in the background. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
I pulled my fingers out.
“Fuck,” was all he could manage to say.
“Open wide.”
He did as he was told.
I slipped my fingers into his mouth. He sucked and licked at my fingers. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life.
“Now, you’ve had a teaser of what’s to come, I have to go.”
“Not yet.” It was almost a plea.
“I have to get back to work.” I didn’t want to, but it was the truth.
“Ha,” one of the other guys roared. “She needs a more experienced guy with a bigger dick to convince her to stay.”
I wasn’t gonna let him get away with that one. “You couldn’t find my hole with a map and compass, shit for brains.”
The guy’s face reddened as his workmates roared with laughter.
“Fair play, she got you there, Danny lad,” another yelled.
I wasn’t interested in the others, too impressed with the cute guy before me, and his big cock.
He deserved a reward.
“What’s your name?”
“Kaveh,” he replied.
It was an unusual name, but it suited him. I’d thought there was something foreign looking about him. Judging by his name, I was right.
He removed his red hard-hat. His curly hair was black as night and his eyes were almost as dark. He had an air of mystery about him. I was certain he was Spanish, or even Persian. His biceps twitched, and underneath his Hi-Vis jacket, I admired his athletic physique.
God, he was sex on legs, but can’t have been older than twenty. He was legally allowed to fuck, so what did it matter?
He fiddled about down below. My eyes were drawn straight to it. I could see his cock straining to get free of his jeans.
Should I offer to help him out?
“My name’s Eliza.”
He stuffed his cock into his jeans and reluctantly, I pulled my top down, covering my tits.
I handed him my business card, kissed him tenderly on the lips and turned away. Before I went, I caught a glimpse of the rest of the guys standing open mouthed. “Call me,” I said, loud enough for them all to hear me.
“I will.” He walked back onto the site, their new champion.
I headed to my meeting, a definite spring in my step.
Chapter Four
The day had gone surprisingly well, and my meetings were all considered a success. Surely a promotion was in the offing.
It was time for a celebratory drink.
Rushing up the stairs and into the bathroom, the bottle of Grey Goose was within easy reach from the night before.
I turned on the taps, intent on catching up with my latest read, Happy Ever After Endings. I was halfway through and keen to know how the story ended. Who would get their happy ending? I hoped it would be Matty and Declan.
I’d lie in the bath, read, relax, sip my drink like a lady and idle away the hours.
That’s exactly what I did, and before I knew it, the sun had set.
I climbed out of the bath, a little teary eyed by the happy ever after ending. I was tipsier than I should be.
The clock on the wall told me it was ten thirty pm.
Glancing at the vodka bottle on the side of the bath tub, I groaned, knowing I’d suffer for it tomorrow. I hadn’t eaten dinner, which was the worst thing I could have done. Oh, well! I’d deal with the hangover tomorrow.
My Queen-sized bed and Netflix were calling.
Now I’d finished the book, I had episodes of The Good Witch to catch up on. It was my guilty pleasure. Completely saccharine, but sometimes stepping out of my own world into another was what I needed.
I grabbed a fluffy white bath robe from behind the door and pulled it over me, looking forward to slipping under my silk sheets. Nothing beat the feeling of the soft silk sheets on clean skin.
Strolling into my dark bedroom, I squinted, the only light cast from the rear garden. The summer sun had long since set, but the evening was humid, and the bed was inviting.
I switched the bedside lamp on, my room now bathed in a golden glow.
Just a quick look at the garden before I climbed into bed. Pulling the cream sheer organza curtains back, I glanced out of the French window and smiled.
The multi-coloured garden lights twinkling in the dark always looked magical.
I scanned the grounds and just as I was about to turn away, spotted movement in the house to the rear of mine. Hmmm!
The curtain in the window facing my French doors twitched, and right then, I knew somebody was watching me.
Whoever it was could see me, but I couldn’t see them.
I knew I had new neighbours because the lady who’d bought the property, Delia, had popped her head over the wall to introduce herself a couple of weeks ago. She seemed pleasant enough, but I wasn’t the type to engage with neighbours–they were usually too nosey, and I didn’t like people poking around in my business.
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I’d be surprised if it was her hiding behind the curtain playing I-Spy.
It was more likely to be her husband, but then again, I wasn’t entirely sure she had one. I didn’t recall her mentioning she had one.
The curtain twitched again, and I don’t know what possessed me, but I allowed the bath robe to drop to the floor, exposing my naked body.
Keeping my eyes peeled, I caressed my body. If I was right and somebody was spying on me, they’d either run off, or enjoy the show.
Pulling my nipples gently, I allowed my mind to wander.
Who was watching me?
I had no idea, but I liked it just the same.
The curtain moved again. My heartbeat thudded in my ears.
Then nothing.
I felt a surge of disappointment.
Had my mysterious voyeur gotten cold feet and backed away? Or had I merely imagined it all?
I hoped not.
Thoughts of the hot builder drifted into my mind as my hand stroked my freshly shaven private parts.
Suddenly, the room opposite was illuminated. Nervous, I stepped just out of view.
I peeped and to my surprise, the curtains were pulled back.
I waited with bated-breath, and then he appeared full frontal, watching out for me, stark naked.
Oh, my God.
He had the most amazingly sculpted physique, well defined, short dark hair with a short beard. I noticed the angel wings tattooed onto his pecs. His six pack was clearly defined. Casting my eyes to his midriff, I spied a tattoo around his tummy button. Cute, I thought, but I finally focused my eyes on what really interested me–the mammoth sized cock that hung between his legs.
He nodded then smiled knowingly, obviously aware I liked what he was presenting to me.
I wanted him so much, but how was I going to tell him that?
I didn’t even know his name. I couldn’t scream across the garden. He could be married to my neighbour for all I knew.
Maybe she was a cougar and had married a toy boy?
An idea came to mind. It might work, it might not, but it was worth a try.
I pushed open the French doors. What more of an invite did he need?
There was a mezzanine outside my bedroom that gave me access, via steps to the garden, and if he was as eager as I was, he would take the hint and find his way in.
Stepping back from the window and completely out of view, I pulled the scrunchy from my hair, allowing my dark, lustrous locks to cascade down my back. I dried myself off and squirted my favourite Chanel No. 5 perfume all over my body and dabbed a little behind my ears.
Once that was taken care of, I stepped into a pair of Louboutin’s skyscraper red heels.
A quick check in the mirror, my body was slender, and sun kissed.
Looking good, Eliza!
My nerves were on fire. I could feel the adrenaline surging through my veins.
Will he take the chance?
I really hoped so, but I questioned my own behaviour. What the hell was I doing?
I still worried Richie would have a re-think and turn up at any minute. But he unceremoniously dumped me, so why would he? I was worrying over nothing.
I positioned myself on the bed.
If my Adonis-like neighbour did accept my invite, I was ready and waiting for him. Like a Venus flytrap, once in my grasp, he’d be mine.
The room was deathly silent, apart from my own heartbeat and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Every beat and tick heightened the internal tension I felt.
Suddenly, I heard a sound outside, followed by faint footsteps.
I prayed it was him, and not Delia. I had visions of her admonishing me for my slutty behaviour in trying to seduce who I hoped was her son and not her husband-stroke-lover.
Somebody was climbing the stairs to the mezzanine.
A gust of wind caused the floaty curtains to billow out as he stepped into the room. It was like a scene from a Hollywood movie.
My heart quickened.
He turned, taking in my naked body.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and masculine. He had the most striking face. Ruggedly handsome, yet pretty at the same time. Tall and muscular, he could have come straight from the pages of a romance novel.
“Hello,” I replied, and then, unlike me, I was lost for words.
Standing in front of me, his torso glistened.
He really was a spectacular specimen, at least twenty years my junior.
Suddenly I felt a little silly.
Did he realise how old I was?
Was he regretting his rash decision to scale my back wall and rush over here? Did he see me as a sad and desperate old woman?
The bulge in his tight red Football shorts told me otherwise.
His eyes zoomed in on my breasts.
“I hope you don’t mind me popping over like this?” His voice sent shivers down my spine. “We haven’t even been introduced.”
Being strangers made the unexpected meeting all the more erotic.
“Depends what you’re here for,” I cooed, seductively. I climbed onto my knees, on all fours then slinked off the bed.
“You tell me–it’s your house.”
That, I liked the sound of. Did he want me to take charge? I could, if that was what he really wanted.
I wanted to see what was on offer. “Take off your shorts while I decide.”
Chapter Five
He did as I asked, and his cock, whilst impressive at a distance, looked like a weapon of mass destruction up close.
“Wow,” I said. “I bet you get plenty of action packing that monster.”
“I’ve had no complaints, so far,” he said, leaving it to dangle between his legs.
“You won’t get any from me.” I approached, reaching for his semi, yet still fat cock. I wrapped my hand around it. “So, you live over there then?”
“Yeah…” he said, offering a slight moan as I squeezed his dick. “…it’s my Mum’s place.” He had a hint of a Manchester accent. “I’m only there for a few weeks, until I head back to Uni late September.”
“What are you studying?” Why am I asking that when I have his hard cock in my hand?
“I’m doing my Masters.” he replied, a twinkle in his eye. “In Law.”
He was gorgeous and intelligent.
“She wouldn’t be too pleased if she knew you were here.”
“My mum is rarely pleased with me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, are you going to tell her?”
“No chance.” I didn’t want or need any confrontation with my neighbours.
“Then what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” I admired his confidence. It added to the allure. “Anyway. I’m twenty-two and old enough to decide who I want to fuck.” The guttural sound he made when he said the word fuck captured my attention. “And make no mistake, I am gonna fuck you, until you can’t take anymore.”
“Is that a threat?” I giggled.
“No,” he answered. “It’s a promise.”
His now hard cock throbbed in my hand.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Without warning, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. Our skin touched, and I could feel his hard body pressed against mine.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“I’m forty-four years old, and I don’t even know your name.” Suddenly, my confidence took a nose dive.
He stared deep into my eyes, bent his neck and kissed my lips tenderly.
“My name is Aaron, and I don’t care how old you are–the fact of the matter is, you’re way hotter than girls my own age.”
My heart fluttered. What a charmer! “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Eliza.”
“You know my name?”
“Of course,” he said, grinning. “My Mum told me all about our ‘nice’ new neighbour.” He laughed. “If only she could see what her friendly neighbour was doing now.”
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br /> “You’re a naughty boy, do you know that?”
“You’ve no idea how badly behaved I can be.”
“Then, isn’t it about time you walked the walk and showed me just how bad you are?”
He reached around the back of my head, taking a fistful of hair and pulled me in for a kiss. I caught a faint whiff of whiskey. Dutch courage, I wondered.
“That’s a good start.” My whole body trembled as though I’d been touched by magic.
He led me to the bed and eased me gently down.
I was naked, still wearing my heels.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Eliza.”
I could tell. I’d never seen such a hard dick before. It throbbed before my eyes, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.
He knelt at the foot of the bed and parted my legs with his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Lie there and relax,” he said, reassuringly. “I want to taste you.”
This was a first for me. Most men wanted sorting themselves; their partner’s needs were usually an afterthought. I did as he asked and seconds later, he’d buried his tongue deep inside my cunt.
Expertly, he used his fingers and tongue. Hitting my spot, I moaned loudly. My back arched as intense pleasure flooded through me.
He looked up. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I wanted to scream out for the world to hear. Finally, a man who knows what he’s doing.
He pushed his tongue back into me and every muscle in my body tensed as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me like a tsunami.
“Stop, stop,” I cried, unable to take anymore. “Oh, my God.”
“Are you okay?” He looked up, concerned.
“Better than okay,” I said, not wanting to put him off. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my whole life. Are you sure you’re only twenty-two?”
He laughed then smiled. “I’ll be twenty-three in December.”
“Come here to me.” It was his turn. All I could think about was deep throating his huge cock.
He climbed on the bed, straddling me with ease. Sliding his cock between my tits, I pushed them together. He thrust back and forth, teasing me with the tip of his cock. My tongue flicked his bell end, but I wanted more. I reached around and gripped hold of his muscular arse cheeks and pulled him toward me. He wasn’t going to get away that easily.
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