My neighbor, Harry was due back from his regular Fly-In Fly-Out shift roster and would arrive home sometime after 1800 hours that night. His partner Jackie had been away visiting family for the past week and had planned to arrive back home around the same time as Harry.
I would often bring down a bag of fruit and the newspaper or magazines to share with my neighbors during the weekends that they were home, and sit and chat around the pool. But today, I decided I’d just leave them on their kitchen table and let them relax together alone and undisturbed for the evening.
Jackie always made a lovely Lemon Meringue Pie that you would die for, so this was my way of encouraging her to cook some more soon. Hopefully, she would make a few extra pies and give me a couple, that is if we didn’t “pig out” on them the day they were cooked.
It was a simple gesture, as far as I was concerned, and I generally got a nice big hug and a kiss from Jackie, then or the following day. It was always a bigger hug and a longer kiss than normal if Harry was out grocery shopping or on some other errand. I’m sure that on one occasion I felt her tongue start to push past my lips before she suddenly breaking off the kiss.
We had never ventured past a hug and kiss, and this took a lot of self-restraint on my part because every time that I looked at Jackie I just wanted to fuck her – she was absolutely stunning.
I got a “hard on” every time she kissed and hugged me, which I’m sure she was aware of and maybe even looked forward to and enjoyed the fact that she could stimulate the growth so instantly.
I did not bother to change out of my weekend shorts. as it was only a quarter after twelve o’clock in the afternoon and I knew Harry and Jackie were not due home for another six or seven hours.
My weekender clothing was a T-Shirt and a pair of shorts that were torn down the left front side from the waist band to just above the leg hem. I always dressed commando style around the home and with no boxer material in its path, my cock would often swing around and poke its head through the torn opening in the shorts.
We lived up the incline behind Harry’s place and could look down into Harry’s driveway from our front yard. I had not seen any cars at Harry’s this morning when I looked, so as I was not expecting anyone to be home till 6:30 pm or later that evening.
I ventured down the drive in my normal weekend muck around the workshop clothing, T-shirt and torn shorts, no boxers or briefs.
We all know that the unexpected always goes hand in hand with “Murphy.”
The waist band tie in my shorts snapped just after I had picked up the lemons, the morning newspapers and my coffee mug.
In my back pocket were the house keys to Harry’s back door. Now, with the broken waist band string, my shorts heading south with each step I took, they dropped a little bit more until they were just hanging on by the curve of my hips.
Because the box was heavy and I did not want to spill my hot coffee either, I did not stop to re-group. I just carried on down the hill to the neighbor's back gate gingerly nursing my shorts upon my hips with each step.
The yard had nice high fences, and as I’d swum naked in their pool many a time when Harry and Jackie were away I knew it was very private and no one could look in and see me. Besides we were on acreage so there were never any other neighbors or footpath people passing by and poking their noses over the fence.
My planning was that after leaving the papers and lemons on the kitchen table, I would get some string or tape, which I knew Jackie had in their kitchen draw, and wrap it around the waist of my shorts to hold them up until I got home. These shorts had definitely had their day and would be heading to the bin.
Kicking the gate closed with my foot, I started to make my way along the path to the back door of their house.
As I took the third step along the path from inside their gate, the weight of the keys proved “gravity is constant” and took my shorts off my hips and straight down to the ground around my ankles.
“Bugger,” I said to myself and deciding to retrieve my shorts and the door keys later, after I had put all the lemons, papers and coffee cup on the table on the deck, I kept walking -it was no big deal.
My cock enjoyed the immediate freedom and being about one third pumped - what I call “The Happy State,” it began to swing from side to side with each step just as it does whenever I’m walking around butt naked at home.
Of course, when at home and my hands are free, I often give it a little encouragement and stroke it to help it expand its body weight to attain that nice sensation of a semi primed cock. A cock that is solid enough to swing about, and sometimes release some tasty precum juices as I walk around the house.
Not that I needed to this morning as it was doing okay on its own, and I could feel the precum leaking from its eye already.
A few more steps was all I had taken when I heard a female voice speak up and say, “Hi there Bee, is there something I can help you with?”
I got one hell of a fright - spilt my coffee and nearly dropped the box of lemons and did not know which way to turn.
Then I saw her, it was Harry’s youngest daughter. She was a splitting image of her mother, in both looks and build. Her tits were about a 34C which were just a little smaller than her mothers, but they were nice and pointy firm. She had a slim waist and was well tanned.
I often wondered if both mother and daughter had an all over tan. Then my mind’s eye would wonder if they were full Brazilian on close cropped. My brain had me imagining that they would both be shaved and this got me salivating thinking how tasty their pussys were sure to be.
Her name was Katerola (Kat for short) and there she was sitting in the shade in one of the chairs on the deck that separated the house from the pool only fifteen metres away in her bikini shorts and halter top… a top that only just covered her tits!
Kat was twenty-three years old and had a body that made you hard every time you saw her. This was no exception. Her halter top, I reckoned was at least a size or two too small, but who was I to complain. My real predicament now was I had stopped in my tracks and was standing butt naked from the waist down as I stared at Kat’s tits and very skimpy bikini briefs. She told me later that she was intending to go swimming, most probably topless I imagined, before her folks came home.
Unfortunately, I could not see the pool area from our place, so I could never see or spy on whatever activities was happening in the pool.
My body was on auto pilot as the signal from my brain registered what I could see and pumped a couple more burst of blood into my swinging cock.
After the initial moment of surprise of seeing her sitting there at the table, she had obviously been watching me since I walked in the gate, the unrestrained swell of her breast under her halter top had got my cock’s attention and in turn she got a good look at the instant growth of my under carriage.
Being close to nearly thrity years my junior I had figured that the age gap was too wide for any opportunities to get into her pants. Young girls either like older men or they don’t. I did not know what Kat’s persuasions were.
I was at a loss for words, as I stood there frozen to the spot.
Kat stood up with a smile on her face and started walking towards me, tits jiggling with every step. They were too firm to bounce! “Don’t worry Bee,” she said, “it’s all good and the view is a big bonus this morning and I’m sure that it’s going to get better.”
I started to say something but what do you do? What do you say? When you're standing there with your arms full, your beach shorts sitting back up the path and you're totally naked from the waist down with your cock swelling with each pulse of the heart and making its own movement outwards and upwards easily heading past the half mast vertical point.
