Being Neighborly
Connie walked barefoot across the soft grass
to the garden, dragging the hose with her. Her breasts swayed,
unrestrained in her tank top. Her neighbor always watched her
outside, even though she never gave him anything very exciting to
watch. However, today he had a friend helping him work on his
gutters. Both men were standing on ladders, shouting and laughing
in the midday sun.
The breeze made the heat and the sun
tolerable, as it toyed with the tendrils of her hair that could not
be tamed into an elastic band. She lifted her head, catching their
stares at her dangling breasts, unhidden save her nipples, as she
bent over.
She laughed, as they quickly turned their
heads, returning to their work. And she did the same, turning her
back to them. She’d seen them from inside her house and purposely
wore these cotton shorts. They molded to her ass as she bent over.
They hitched above the crease at the top of her thigh. She wiggled
her bottom a little, teasingly. She peaked back at them behind her;
both staring again, slack-jawed.
So badly, Connie wanted a spanking from
those calloused hands, roughly holding her in place. A soft moan
escaped her lips as she continued to water the plants.
“Need some help there?”
“Oh!” Connie jumped, having been lost in her
fantasy. In front of her, both men stood there with an expectant
look on their faces. Her neighbor, John, had over a days worth of
stubble and soft green eyes. “I, uh,” she clenched her thighs
together as she stood. Completely aware that her shorts were
crested deep within her cheeks. Her other cheeks tinged pink, no
doubt alluding to her embarrassment or maybe excitement.
“I’m Hank.” The friend extended his
hand.
Funny, he doesn’t look like much of a
country boy or a cowboy hat-wearing type . “Connie,” she
replied. She brushed her hands on her barely there shorts and
placed her hand in his. “Where are my manners? Would you gentlemen
like some lemonade?” She held her hand up, indicating for them to
come with her.
They looked at each other and smiled,
following her inside.
“We’ll take anything we can get,” one of
them murmured under their breath.
Connie giggled nervously as she allowed them
into her house. A heated sensation in her core had her clit
throbbing now. Her nipples shrunk and tightened in response to the
chill, as she reached into the refrigerator to retrieve the
pitcher. Both stood with their hands pressed to the Corian counter,
as she placed their drinks in front of them. They both thanked her.
She noted their dirty hands, fueling her excitement further. Her
nipples formed points as she followed their gaze to her breasts.
The more they stared the more her body reacted.
“So, you never answered my question.” John
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Huh? Oh.” She bit her bottom lip with all
of her top teeth. Her flagrant smile shone even in her meadow green
eyes. “Yes. I suppose there is… something .”
Two pairs of eyes roamed her body eagerly.
Hank licked his lips, while John shifted his semi-hard erection in
his cargo shorts.
“What’s that doll?” Hank asked.
“A spanking?” Her voice raised an octave, as
her pointer finger moved along the surface of the counter, opposite
of them. She averted her eyes to the Corian, unsure of their
response. He’s my neighbor for godsakes.
“Oh,” Hank reached across the bar and pulled
her chin up. “I’m quite sure we could help you out with that.” His
crystal clear eyes hinted at the slightest blue pigment. He strode
over to the sofa in her open concept house. Sitting on the couch,
he said, “Come here, Connie.” His voice was low, hitting that sweet
spot that made wetness puddle in between her thighs; she grinned.
“John here has been pining over you for some time. Why not give him
a show? Drop your shorts,” he demanded.
She walked over beside Hank and looked at
both men. “Yes,” she hesitated, “Hank.” She had
Connie walked barefoot across the soft grass
to the garden, dragging the hose with her. Her breasts swayed,
unrestrained in her tank top. Her neighbor always watched her
outside, even though she never gave him anything very exciting to
watch. However, today he had a friend helping him work on his
gutters. Both men were standing on ladders, shouting and laughing
in the midday sun.
The breeze made the heat and the sun
tolerable, as it toyed with the tendrils of her hair that could not
be tamed into an elastic band. She lifted her head, catching their
stares at her dangling breasts, unhidden save her nipples, as she
bent over.
She laughed, as they quickly turned their
heads, returning to their work. And she did the same, turning her
back to them. She’d seen them from inside her house and purposely
wore these cotton shorts. They molded to her ass as she bent over.
They hitched above the crease at the top of her thigh. She wiggled
her bottom a little, teasingly. She peaked back at them behind her;
both staring again, slack-jawed.
So badly, Connie wanted a spanking from
those calloused hands, roughly holding her in place. A soft moan
escaped her lips as she continued to water the plants.
“Need some help there?”
“Oh!” Connie jumped, having been lost in her
fantasy. In front of her, both men stood there with an expectant
look on their faces. Her neighbor, John, had over a days worth of
stubble and soft green eyes. “I, uh,” she clenched her thighs
together as she stood. Completely aware that her shorts were
crested deep within her cheeks. Her other cheeks tinged pink, no
doubt alluding to her embarrassment or maybe excitement.
“I’m Hank.” The friend extended his
hand.
Funny, he doesn’t look like much of a
country boy or a cowboy hat-wearing type . “Connie,” she
replied. She brushed her hands on her barely there shorts and
placed her hand in his. “Where are my manners? Would you gentlemen
like some lemonade?” She held her hand up, indicating for them to
come with her.
They looked at each other and smiled,
following her inside.
“We’ll take anything we can get,” one of
them murmured under their breath.
Connie giggled nervously as she allowed them
into her house. A heated sensation in her core had her clit
throbbing now. Her nipples shrunk and tightened in response to the
chill, as she reached into the refrigerator to retrieve the
pitcher. Both stood with their hands pressed to the Corian counter,
as she placed their drinks in front of them. They both thanked her.
She noted their dirty hands, fueling her excitement further. Her
nipples formed points as she followed their gaze to her breasts.
The more they stared the more her body reacted.
“So, you never answered my question.” John
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Huh? Oh.” She bit her bottom lip with all
of her top teeth. Her flagrant smile shone even in her meadow green
eyes. “Yes. I suppose there is… something .”
Two pairs of eyes roamed her body eagerly.
Hank licked his lips, while John shifted his semi-hard erection in
his cargo shorts.
“What’s that doll?” Hank asked.
“A spanking?” Her voice raised an octave, as
her pointer finger moved along the surface of the counter, opposite
of them. She averted her eyes to the Corian, unsure of their
response. He’s my neighbor for godsakes.
“Oh,” Hank reached across the bar and pulled
her chin up. “I’m quite sure we could help you out with that.” His
crystal clear eyes hinted at the slightest blue pigment. He strode
over to the sofa in her open concept house. Sitting on the couch,
he said, “Come here, Connie.” His voice was low, hitting that sweet
spot that made wetness puddle in between her thighs; she grinned.
“John here has been pining over you for some time. Why not give him
a show? Drop your shorts,” he demanded.
She walked over beside Hank and looked at
both men. “Yes,” she hesitated, “Hank.” She had
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