The neighbour twice her age needs to have her teasing body.
Enjoy.
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Damn! The little whore next door was at it again. What was her game? Why did she put on a performance every night? It was dark outside, her light was on, his bedroom was located on the other side of the driveway. She had to know that he was watching her.
Gary’s cock stood to attention as she slipped out of her bra, revealing big tits, firm with the benefit of youth. Next she slipped out of her panties. Her curly, chestnut triangle pointed straight at the hot cave where his cock was aching to be buried. She lay down on her bed and started fingering her pussy. With one hand tugging at her beautiful pink nipple, the other hand started rubbing her young pussy. Soon she was finger fucking herself and he started stroking his cock.
He had to have her. But how could he, a 42-year old divorced man with 18 and 19-year old sons, attract this hot and horny 18-year old girl next door? He shook his head. He couldn’t remember what it was like to fuck a tight and wet teenage pussy. He’d only just divorced his wife of 20 years and Cindy had never been very interested in fucking. Sure, she’d let him fuck her a couple of times a week throughout their marriage, but she’d mostly just laid there, waiting for him to get his release.
Now that she’d decided to end their marriage he thought it was time to start fucking women who were a bit more adventurous and definitely horny. But he didn’t think he was cut out for single life. He hated picking up women in bars and then coming back and having to protect his cock with several layers of rubber. Something was missing.
Two weeks later Gary was watching the show next door again. He was wondering who was buying her the sexy underwear. He knew that she worked as a secretary. Surely she couldn’t afford to keep buying those sexy little things. He stroked his cock imagining the sort of skimpy outfits he’d like to buy her.
Suddenly something happened across the road. She was obviously not done finger fucking herself, but she was disturbed by something. She kicked her underwear under her bed, pulled on a dressing gown and opened her door. Her father stepped into the room. Gary wondered if the father could smell his daughter’s horny pussy juices. But the father was obviously upset about something. He was yelling at his daughter. There was a heated argument and then the girl stormed out of the room, followed by her father.
A short while later the front door opened and was slammed shut. The dad was in his drive and lit a cigarette. Gary’s curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take his trash out. He greeted his neighbour. He couldn’t remember his name. They’d only spoken briefly on the day when Gary moved in. They started small talking. Gary mentioned something about being frustrated with one of his sons. It was a big lie as he was proud of his boys who were both studying architecture at university, but the neighbour didn’t know this.
“Kids!” the neighbour said exasperated. “If I knew then what I know now I would have stopped at three!”
“How many do you have?”
“Four! The oldest three have all gone off to university and my oldest son is now an engineer. But our youngest one…” He sighed again. “She’s the smartest of the four, but she decided that she doesn’t want to study. She decided that she wanted to be a secretary. And then she goes and gets herself fired, not once, but twice!”
“Oh. Why was she fired?”
“I don’t know. She reckons it’s boring. Of course it’s boring for her. She’s too intelligent to be stuck in a typing pool all day!”
“I need a new secretary,” Gary was struck by his audacity. He had a perfectly adequate secretary, but she was middle aged and married. Quite boring really. “My secretary just announced the other day that she’s leaving at the end of this week. I haven’t been able to find a replacement yet. Do you think you’re daughter would be interested? It’s not a typing pool job. It’ll only be me and her in the office. I’m an architect and my secretary needs to type letters, answer the phone, make travel arrangements, take care of clients, run errands… All sorts of things.”
“Hang on a second and I’ll go get Agnes,” his neighbour looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name?”
“Gary.”
“I’m Dane.”
Dane soon came back with a sullen looking Agnes. She’d put on some casual clothes now, but Gary could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. How he longed to pull her into his house and do an in-depth interview. After a quick chat with Agnes and her dad it was decided that she was going to start working for Gary the following Monday. The next day he had to fire his old secretary and she didn’t take the news very well, but Gary didn’t care. He needed to fuck Agnes and this was the only way he could think of to get to her pussy.
Agnes’s first week was frustrating for Gary. His new young secretary came to work in tight and skimpy outfits. He made countless excuses to be near her, standing close to her, getting as much body contact as he could, but she didn’t seem to react. In the evenings he was pleased to see that working for him hadn’t reduced her horniness. She was still stripping and finger fucking in the evening.
By the middle of the second week he was increasingly frustrated. He’d had a long afternoon meeting and the clients were driving him insane. Agnes turned to him and smiled.
“What assholes!” she exclaimed. “If it were me I would’ve told them to fuck off!”
“Believe me,” Gary said. “I felt like it and there was only one thing that helped me get my mind off the frustration I felt.”
“What was that?”
“You.” Gary decided that it was time for all or nothing.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. The only thing frustrating me more than them.”
“How am I frustrating you? Aren’t I doing a good job?”
“Yeah, that’s not the problem.”
“What is the problem?”
“The problem, sweet Agnes, is that I’m dying to feel your tits in my hands, your lips around my cock and fuck your brains out.”
Gary half expected to be slapped by the teenager.
“You want to fuck me!” she sounded surprised. “I guess you’ve enjoyed my night time shows.”
“You know I was watching?”
“Yeah, the guy who lived there before was watching too. It turned me on big time.”
“You ARE a little slut,” Gary smiled. “Nice! Why don’t you put on a live show for me here and now? The sofa in the conference room is a sofa bed…”
“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”
“A horny little thing like you? You’re begging for cock!”
“I’m horny and an exhibitionist,” Agnes admitted. “But I’ve never fucked before.”
“What?”