Like a Good Neighbor, Part III – A Revealing Request
Nat had graduated the month before and was officially no longer a high school student. Her brothers were both enrolled in summer school, and her workaholic parents were of course gone during the weekdays. That Wednesday I was getting myself settled out by the pool again when I saw Nat from the corner of my eye. As she always did, she came from the far side of our back yards, wrapped in her towel. Normally she would either ask to come over or announced herself from behind the fence first, so I was mildly surprised to see her on my side. I smiled and waved as she drew near. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said, and took off the towel.
Instead of the usual suit which I had grown accustomed to, Nat was wearing a very stringy bikini in an almost glowing white. Her little breasts were covered by two triangles of cloth, their swell much more pronounced than with her other suit. I could just make out her nipples behind the bikini, small but definitely noticeable. The bottoms were also a lot more revealing, the knots and excess string rested just above her hip bones. The panels, while still modest, exhibited all of her thighs and a much healthier portion of her butt. I could see the tan lines on her legs and body where the old suit had shielded her from the sun. It was quite apparent that a lot more skin had been revealed. In a word, Nat looked hot.
“You like it?” she asked, setting her things down as if nothing were different.
“It’s, um, very flattering on you, Nat. You look really nice in white.” I offered, trying not to sound creepy.
“Thanks! I had to shave a lot more in order to wear it, and that kinda sucked. I got a little razor burn on my leg…” she explained, trailing off a bit as she mentioned the razor burn. “See, look,” and she splayed one leg out to the side, pointing to the crease between her upper thigh and bikini bottom. True to her word, I could see a few bumps. My mind quickly wandered and wanted to know how much pubic hair she actually had, but I just nodded my head sagely.
As if by divine providence my phone rang forcing me to avert my gaze and answer it. As luck would have it, one of my clients lost the documentation I had prepared for them and needed me to email another copy over.
“Crap.” I said, killing the call. “I need to run in and take care of something real quick. I’ll be right back.”
“Yeah, famous last words.” Nat threw back with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
I went back into the house and headed for my office which was just around the corner from the living room. The way our house was laid out 2 of the three bedrooms faced the pool deck. One of those bedrooms was the master and the other was the one I had repurposed for my office. I flopped down at my desk and powered on my PC, giving it some time to come alive. I glanced out the window to see what Nat was up to and saw she was going through her suntan lotion routine. It occurred to me that she might be in need of that helping hand, so I got up and walked back outside.
“My computer takes forever to boot up, may as well sit in the sun while I wait, right?” I announced as I made my reappearance.
“Oh great, then you can help with my back,” she returned, holding the tube of lotion out to me. “I’m pretty sure you owe me for all the times I did yours.”
Snatching the lotion out of her hand with a feigned look of irritation, I motioned for her to turn around. She obliged, straddling the deck chair and leaning forward, presenting me with her back. Mentally telling myself to apply the lotion in the most unsexy way possible, I squirted out a huge portion of lotion high on her back, just below the neck loops of her bikini. I slowly started spreading the lotion out, fanning across her shoulders, down her shoulder blades to the center of her back. Her top was tied with a knot and bow, no double-knot. It would be as simple as pulling one string… But instead I worked my lotioned-up hands under the knot, working around to her ribcage, and finally down over her hips. From my viewpoint and due to how she was sitting, I could see the very top of her butt crack. As I worked the last of the lotion over her hips I ran my thumbs just over the top of her bikini bottoms, and (against better judgement) just under them on the reverse motion, the same thing she did to me the first time. I could just feel the gentle rise as her lower back merged into the top of her ass. I realized this was the first time I had ever put my hands on Natalie. The thought made my head swim, and I could tell my cock was going to respond.
“OK, you’re all set. I need to go take care of that… thing… now.” I hustled inside before Nat was able to turn around and see the growing bulge in my tight trunks.
I retreated to the office where my computer had obediently booted up. I took a couple of calming breaths and sat down, my semi-erection and tight clothing making that a bit difficult. I absent-mindedly browsed through the project folder, willing myself to calm down before going back out. I glanced out the window again to see Nat lying face down on the chair, feet pointed towards me, her skin slightly shimmery with the lotion. And then, to my utter disbelief, I saw her reach back with one hand and pull the loose string at her back, undoing the knot. She raised up on one arm and with the other pulled the top over her head. From my vantage point I could see the expanse of her back, could even make out the tan lines. The next moment is one that I will always remember.
Without laying back down Nat turned slightly so that her upper body was in profile, and tossed the top onto the table next to her. It was enough to see one of her A-cup breasts and its perfectly pink nipple. It was at once erotic, sensual, innocent, and taboo. Rather than immediately laying back down she turned around even further, her head and eyes swinging around as if looking for something before meeting mine through the window. Or at least that’s how it seemed, because before I could think to look away from her gaze she turned and lay down as if nothing had happened.
My hands had frozen in place on my keyboard, my breaths were coming in shallow gasps, and my cock was straining to be released. Glancing down I could see that I was in a state of very erect arousal; there was no hiding that monster behind my swim trunks. If I straightened it out it would have poked up above my waistband. Realizing that there was no remedying the situation in my office I quickly got up and raced across the hallway into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. As I saw it I had two choices: let the erection subside on its own, or take it out and jerk off as fast as I could. Either way was going to take time. The thought of jerking off while Nat was out by the pool was too much, and my mind was made up for me. I tugged my yellow trunks down, tucking the waistband under my balls like a makeshift cockring, and wrapped my hand around myself. Pre-cum had already started flowing so I was hopeful that I could wrap this up in record time.
And then I heard the sliding door from the patio open and slam shut. “Mr. Carver? “Where did you go? Is everything all right?” I stopped mid-stroke, fear and panic gripped me tighter than I was gripping my own cock.
“I’m in the restroom, be out in just a second!” I squeaked. I yanked my trunks back up, awkwardly shoving my still hard cock at an odd angle along my leg. Observing the situation I could see a bit of my pre-sum smeared on the trunks and it was more than obvious I was still hard. I took another deep breath, and tugged my cock further into what I thought would pass for a more normal looking position: straight down. Better, but still pretty bad. I washed my hands and opened the door.
Nat had stayed in the kitchen leaning against the breakfast bar. Thankfully, she had put her top back on before coming in. I hastily shuffled in and positioned myself on the other side of the counter to hide my shame.
“I thought you had some work thing to do?” Nat asked, slowly walking around the counter, her eyes on mine.
“I did,” I stammered. “But then I had to use the restroom. Did you need something?”
“Did you get sunburnt? Your face and chest look really red.” Still walking around the counter.
“Oh, no. I guess I just got hot. Or something. I’m fine. Why don’t you go back out, I’ll be done in a second.” But it was too late, she was on my side of the counter. My erection had not diminished, and indeed now looked like I had stuffed a banana down the front of my pants. In reply Nat simply looked down at my bulge, then back up to my eyes, and I had to confess.
“God, look. I’m so sorry Nat, I didn’t mean to see you, I didn’t know you were going to take your top off. I was just looking to make sure you were OK, and then my emotions got the better of me so I ran into the bathroom-” The words came out in a rush, equal parts confession and apology.
“I wanted you to see me.” I must have been staring at her blankly because she repeated herself, emotion making her voice quiver. “I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to like me, and I wanted you to look at my body. So I got the new bathing suit. And then I could see you in your office looking at me…” She trailed off, looking away from me.
I let out a deep sigh, my emotions on equally high status. “Nat,” I started, “I’m married. I really shouldn’t be looking at you. But, I do like you. You’re a sweet girl, and you’re very pretty. It’s just that… Sarah, Mrs. Carver, would kill me.”
“But that’s why it has to be you!” she begged. “You ARE married, and I know you love Mrs. Carver. And I don’t want you to stop loving her, I don’t want to like, date you or anything.” And then the bombshell, which I knew was coming, she all but whispered while looking deep into my eyes, “I want you to take my virginity. I wanted it to be you since that day in your car. I don’t want to go to college a virgin, and I don’t want some lame guy to do it either. I want. You.” And with those last words she inched close enough that my cock was lightly touching her.
This for sure was one of those moments that comes around absolutely once in a lifetime. Almost every guy dreams of deflowering a virgin, and if they’re lucky they get the chance in high school or college. I never did. But today, at the age of 38, that chance was standing right in front of me and making preliminary contact with what felt like the most pipe-hard erection I had ever had. Without saying another word I reached out and took her hand in mine, turned, and led her back to our guest bedroom.
/end of Part III
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bw608b/like_a_good_neighbor_part_iii
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