The Virgin Neighbor - Sex Stories

The Virgin Neighbor

It was a hot summer day. My husband was out of town on business and I was stuck taking care of the house. After a long day of cleaning, I was exhausted. I just wanted someone to come over and take care of me in more ways than one. I think I’m a pretty attractive woman for my age. I’m forty-five with long brown hair, C-cup tits and a dark olive skin tone. Both of my sons are off at college now, so I am a little lonely. My husband promises to stay at home with me more, but so far that has not happened yet. I was getting ready to lay down for a nap upstairs when I heard a knock on the door. I looked out the window to see Brett from across the street. We had lived across the street from his parents for about five years, and I noticed lately what a fine young man he become. I often saw him on scorching days like today driving around shirtless in his Jeep with the top down, his tan and toned body on display. Brett had just turned eighteen and was going into his senior year of high school. I walked downstairs to open the door. Brett was standing there in a white tank top for his high school swim team, and I could see his tan, lean body through the side of his shirt. Brett was tall, six feet-four inches or so, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was very attractive but seemed shy, and he would often spend his weekends either home alone or driving by himself. When I opened the door, Brett just stood and stared for a few minutes. Finally, he said, “My parents wanted me to see if you ...

... needed your lawn mowed, what with your husband out of town and all.” I was thankful for the help and agreed enthusiastically. I showed him the lawn mower. Before he got started, I insisted that I pay him for the work. He refused (of course), but I kept offering. We agreed in the end that he would at least come to the door when finished to see if I could change his mind. He grinned and started to mow. I went inside, but I kept finding myself going to the window to take a peek. At some point Brett peeled his tank top off to expose his tan young body. At this point I was getting pretty wet. My underwear was starting to feel sticky and I knew I was going to have to do something about this. I found a chair in my spare bedroom where I could discretely rub my clit while also watching Brett outside my window as he mowed my lawn. I watched him as he flexed his arms to move the mower or stretched to expose his hairy pits. The longer I watched the more wet I became. As I began to finger myself harder, I closed my eyes and imagined having a hot young guy like Brett fuck me. I was very close to cumming when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, Brett was standing there still shirtless. He was still sweaty with flex of grass on his tan body. I said, “Now, I have to pay you for this.” He refused as before, but I said, “Come in so I can get at least a little cash for you.” He walked in the door sheepishly and I shut it behind him. He was standing there in my entry hall wearing ...