Christine ad the Neigbor - Sex Stories

Christine ad the Neigbor

... cock was rubbing against the window glass. I saw him begin to convulse a bit, stroking his cock, and then he came. At the same time, I shot my cum all over the window glass. This was not the last time I was to entertain him. A couple of days later, it was a Saturday and quite hot. I had made an agreement with my landlord to take care of the lawn in return for a reduction in rent. I put on some lace panties, tight very short jeans, a lace bra and pink halter top. I then slipped on some low-top sneakers. The tenant on the floor below was out of town, as he usually was, on business. So I felt comfortable going out into the backyard in this attire to mow the lawn. I’d also put on some lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara in case my neighbor from the other night’s adventure happened to be around. My hair was tied into two cute little ponytails. After working on the lawn awhile, John Collins appeared in the yard. I turned off the mower and said, “Hi. What a nice surprise to see you again. I hope you enjoyed the show the other night.” “Why yes,” he replied. “It was marvelous. A real treat. I’m so lucky having you as a neighbor! Say, I stopped over because I know you do landscaping and I’m looking for someone to care for my yard. Would you be interested? I’d pay quite well. And I’d like you to start right away, today if possible. The grass is getting quite high. Also, I’m having some buddies over for a card game tonight, and I’d like to have the lawn looking half decent. What do you ...

... say?” I asked how much exactly he was willing to pay, and couldn’t believe my ears when he responded. Quite generous! I immediately agreed, and was quite excited since I was hoping to get to know this gentleman better. We headed over to his place and he got his mower and weedwacker out of the shed. Then he said he was going to mix up some screwdrivers and asked if I’d like one. Of course I said yes. He disappeared into the house and I started the mower and began working. After a bit, he reappeared with a glass and a large shaker containing the cocktails and ice. “I’ll leave these on the picnic table for you. I’ll be right on the back porch reading, if you need anything.” He had a nice large screened-in porch on the back of the house, and he headed there now. I poured myself a drink. Then I pulled a joint out of my jeans pocket and I called over to him. “Do you smoke weed?” I asked. “Hell, yes,” he replied. “Come on over here on the porch.” I headed over and sat on the lounger sofa where he’d settled in. I lit the joint, took a big toke, and passed it to him. This was primo, two-hit Diesel weed. But we passed it back and forth three or four times, and were both getting very buzzed. He started laughing and asked if I would be able to work between the smoke and the booze. “No problem,” I replied and returned to work. I decided to head out front and knock that off, then finish the back, which was much larger. After finishing the front and about half the back, the heat was really ...