I really liked Mr & Mrs Bolter. She was a kind lady who seemed to have boundless energy and was part of all kinds of voluntary work and events for the local church. She was always out and about in her little Volkswagen car. Mr Bolter always seemed to have a nice sweetie in his pocket for the local kids and had always called me sweetheart which I liked, even though I was now sixteen and all grown up. 

I'd known them for years though not intimately, just as the nice old folks across the street. They were warm and familiar and for a shy girl with very strict parents, that counted for something. My dad wanted me to amount to something, he was always saying so. He pushed me to study hard for college and I wasn't allowed to date boys, even though all my friends were. 

I was getting very curious about sex and that was how the game began. It started one evening as I was getting ready for bed, it was a hot night and I had the window open, a cool breeze blowing the drapes, and on impulse I stepped closer and looked outside. Mr Bolter was standing on the porch of his house in the darkness, and seemed to be looking towards my window, he was having a cigarette as his wife didn't like him to smoke in the house.

I don't know what got into me but I was feeling really naughty so I stood in the light of my lamp, letting it illuminate up my body and pulled off my top slowly, gripping the edge of my bra to take it off at the same time and letting my small titties bounce free. I stood there while Mr Bolter looked up at me, then I started to giggle and turned out the light. 

I was breathless with excitement as I climbed into bed and I couldn't stop giggling. I felt so wicked. When the thrill finally subsided, I laid awake for ages feeling scared and wondering if Mr Bolter would tell my dad what I'd done or my mom. They would have been appalled and I would have been grounded for like forever.

After that, every night at about the same time I would stand by the lamp and undress. It was like a saucy little private game that only me and Mr Bolter knew about. Sometimes I would touch myself, stroke my hands over my titties, down across my smooth flat tummy and feel my little nips get all hard under Mr Bolter's riveted gaze. I looked forward to the tease sessions and I wondered how Mr Bolter felt about them. 

When he saw me in the mornings as I set off for school he acted just as he always had but maybe his eyes lingered a little bit more than usual and would drop to where my pert little titties were tucked inside my top.

It was one Saturday when Mrs Bolter called me over as I was watering the front yard for dad. It was hot and the water spray had splashed on my shirt, making it cling to me. I was really scared she was going to say something about my naughty night peep show with her husband but she acted the same as usual.

“Lily honey, your mom said that you would be able to help me this afternoon. I'd be very grateful if you could sort through the boxes of jumble in my garage for me and arrange it into piles of things to throw away and things to keep for the church bazaar. Could you do that for me?”

Oh awkward, it was ok seeing them around after my little peep shows but I wasn't sure I wanted to be over at their house after what I'd been up to, prick teasing her husband, but what else could I say apart from yes. If I said no my parents would have all kinds of questions about why I didn't want to go to the Bolter's and help out.

“When would you like me to start?”

Later that afternoon I made my way over to the Bolter's yard and Mrs Bolter took me into the house and through an internal door into the garage. The place was so full of boxes that her car was out on the drive. 

“Thanks so much Lily, honey, you are a life saver,” she said. “I have to go out for a while but Mr Boulter is around if you need anything.”

And with that she was gone and I was alone in their house.

I was a little bit scared but I was also very excited. In fact my tight little untouched pussy was soaking wet in my white cotton panties. She had hardly been gone for 5 minutes when the door to the house creaked open and there stood Mr Bolter in the doorway. He stared at me, making me a little bit nervous. 

What would he say? Would he tell me I was bad and disgusting for stripping at the window when I knew he was looking? Somehow I didn't think he would because it felt like it was special just between me and him. He was old enough to be my grandfather but in a strange way it was almost like some kind of intimate relationship and I have to confess that his age excited me.

“I always thought you were such a good little girl,” he said. “I was surprised to find out that you were a little prick teaser.”

“I...” I blushed to the roots of my dark hair when he said that and I knew he was right really, even though I had enjoyed our little game. “I'm sorry.”

“You can be as sorry as you like but there are consequences for your actions that little girls like you need to learn about,” he stepped closer and I was scared he was going to slap me or something but instead he lifted his hand and pushed his thumb between my lips.

I didn't know what to do until he said, “Suck,” and then I did, relieved that was all he wanted. I sucked enthusiastically while his other hand slid down, skimming my excited little body until it came to rest on my panties. He started to rub with the heel of his hand, making me squirm. I started to pant little breaths as my puffy pussy lips tingled so urgently it reminded me of a little alarm clock going off. 

He moved his hand away and I was so disappointed until I felt his wrinkled, calloused fingers slide down into my panties and touch my bare flesh. I shuddered, thrilled to the core by the erotic feelings I was getting between my legs and soaking his exploring fingertip. I didn't know what I wanted, but whatever it was I wanted it bad and I pressed myself eagerly against his finger as he stroked me. 

“Slip to your knees and open your legs wider,” he whispered in my ear and sliding his thumb out of my mouth. His breathing was heavy and his voice sounded cracked and rough.

As I sank to my knees, eyes closed in ecstasy. His body stooped over me as I took his hand in my panties down with me, I felt something smooth and round brush my cheek I opened my eyes in surprise and found his cock in my face. It was hard and veined with a big bulging head and it curved a bit like it was old and bent, just like Mr Bolter!

“Open up for the prick, little tease,” he said and I parted my lips, whimpering as he slid a thick finger into my virgin pussy, his thumb rubbing up and down on my little clitty and making me tremble with need. He pushed his cock in my mouth, and just like his thumb I sucked enthusiastically. It felt like wrinkly, worn velvet on my tongue and I opened my greedy mouth wider to see if I could take more of it in.

Mr Bolter started to move his hips, fucking his cock in and out of my eager little sucking lips to the same rhythm he was using to finger fuck my tight little pussy. His finger felt huge right inside me, no one had ever touched me like this before and I liked it. My body was singing a little siren song and I knew something was going to happen but I wasn't sure what until my pussy exploded with a throbbing little burst that left me panting and made me suck harder on the cock that was fucking my mouth. Mr Bolter's cock exploded too, shooting his load of cum down my throat. I almost choked as I gagged a little and swallowed it down.

Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I looked up at him, blushing scarlet as a little of his his cum dribbled down my chin. 

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he said, “I'll look forward to next time,” and he went back into the house without another word, leaving me on my knees with a pile of boxes to sort for his wife.