"It's such a beautiful day," you say to yourself. "I think I should make the most of it."
You bounce from the bathroom and walk naked through the house to the kitchen. You poor yourself a tall glass of orange juice from the fridge and pick up the cordless phone from the counter. You dial Mr. Wood from memory. The phone rings and as you wait for Mr. Wood to answer you hold the cold side of the glass against the slight swell of your tummy. No stretch marks yet. You're so young, maybe you can avoid them entirely. You move the glass up to your breast and watch as your puffy pink nipple hardens from the chill.
"Hello", Mr. Wood finally answers.
"Hi, Mr. Wood!"
"Please, Joy, I've asked you before...call me Ernie", he replies.
"Oh come on, thats no fun," you giggle. "I like calling you Mr. Wood. It sounds so...naughty."
You set the glass of OJ on the counter and slide your hand down to the hairless mound of your pussy.
Mr. Wood chuckles before replying, "Ok, ok. What can i do for you today Joy?"
You're so lost in the feeling of your cold fingertips on your labia it takes you a moment to realize Mr. Wood is waiting for an answer.
"I was thinking," you say, "since today is such a nice day, I was going to work on my tan. The folks aren't going to be home till late."
Mr. Wood doesn't answer immediately. You can almost hear the gears in his head turning as he imagines you stretched out poolside in your backyard.
"Oh", Mr. Wood finally replies. "Are you going to wear that little two piece bikini I bought for you?"
"Ooooh," you coo with excitement as you remember the scandalous bathing suit.
The bikini Mr. Wood got for you is a red micro-string bikini so small it literally only covers your nipples and the lips of your pussy. You swear he bought it from that XXX store down at the mall.
"Maybe I will,", you reply, as your hand returns to your aching pussy and you slide a finger up and down your slit.
"Maybe I should come over and join you," Mr. Wood suggests.
"I don't know, Mrs. Cleft might see you," you tease.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about her," Mr. Wood dismisses your fake concern. "If she didn't know we were going at it at the fence a few weeks ago I doubt she will know now."
He's right, the two of you were pretty loud. You rub your clit as you remember that day, your hands on the rough wood of the privacy fence, Mr. Wood behind you and thrusting his fat prick in and out of your juicy cunt. You could even see Mrs. Cleft through the slats in the fence, weeding her garden as Mr. Wood grunted and emptied his balls into your hungry hole.
"Okay," you finally croak, a bit breathless from excitement.
"I'll be over in ten minutes," he says, his tone betraying his own excitement.
"Okay, smooches," you reply, making kissing noises, and then hang up the phone.
You hurry upstairs and take a very quick shower, just enough time to slide your fingers into your slippery pussy and finger-fuck yourself to an intense orgasm. You blink away the water running into your eyes and step out of the shower. You towel off and hurry into your bedroom to find the bag of clothes Mr. Wood bought for you.
You have just laid the red micro-bikini out on the bed when you hear a knock at the front door. You're so eager to greet Mr. Wood you bound down the stairs completely naked. Without thinking of anything other than Mr. Wood you take hold of the doorknob and fling the door open. |