Norma Egan
The neighbor_s daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Rod Hanson, mowing his back lawn, kept pausing to rest. It was a hot June day, but it wasn't just the heat that made him keep stopping. About thirty feet away, sunning herself on a blanket, wearing the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen, was the neighbor girl, Vicky.

Rod always contrived to pause so that he was facing Vicky. He leaned on the mower handle, wiped his face and forehead with a wadded-up bandanna, and let his eyes wander slowly up and down the girl's delicious young body. No, it wasn't just the heat that was making him dizzy.

Really, he thought, you should be ashamed… She's young enough to be your daughter…

He'd told himself that several times already, but it didn't keep him from looking. Jesus, what he wouldn't give to ball a cute little chick like that… He'd turned forty years old last week, but when he looked at Vicky, he didn't feel old at all, not even middle-aged. He felt like a horny teenage boy.

Rod sighed and began to mow again. His only consolation was that he was working closer and closer to Vicky. There was no fence between the two yards, and her blanket was very close to the property line. When he finished, he'd be practically stepping on her. There would be an excuse to talk.

But what the hell could he say to a girl that young? "Hey, baby, want to get it on?" That was what the kids said, but it would sound silly coming from a man his age. No matter what he said, she'd probably be bored anyhow.

All the time he'd been mowing, she hadn't even looked his way. It was like he didn't exist. Probably he didn't, not for so young a girl. He was the same age as her father. He had teenage kids of his own. He had a wife…

Rod glanced up quickly and guiltily to see if his wife June was watching out the window. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no sign of her. June would be really pissed if she caught him gawking at the practically naked neighbor girl… Rod stopped the mower again, mopped his face, and stared at Vicky.

She must have been around five feet four, but she didn't look petite. She was leggy, with nice long tan limbs, and her waist was tiny and firm. She was lying on her stomach, and her little rounded butt looked delicious to him, like two cantaloupes in a bikini bottom.

If he had the right angle, which he did now, he could see her young breasts, too, only the very tips covered by her skimpy bra. They were sweet tits, perfectly round, the size of apples, and they were tan, too. He wondered if she ever took off her bra to sun herself there. He wondered what color her nipples were… Jesus, he told himself, stop it.

Rod busily moved the mower again. It was crazy to go on letching for that teen. She wouldn't have anything to do with him in a million years. No doubt she had all kinds of boyfriends her own age. She was pretty enough to have any boy she wanted.

Vicky had very long honey-blonde hair, slightly wavy, bleached shiny by the sun. Her pert profile looked very young to him – big hazel eyes, turned-up nose, and naturally red pouting lips. He'd known her since she was a little girl, but it wasn't till today, when she sunned herself in that tiny blue costume that he realized she was growing up.

Well, forget it – she wasn't interested in him. She had her nose in a magazine, completely absorbed in it. He might as well finish the lawn, go inside, and have a beer. Watch the TV, catch a baseball game – that's what middle-aged men were supposed to do, not gawk at young girl like some dirty old pervert.

As Rod mowed past her again, Vicky, without taking her eyes off the magazine, reached around and untied the bra of her bikini.

Rod almost mowed up a tree. He stopped just in time, steadied himself, turned the mower, and went back the way he came. He took a quick look at Vicky when he passed her. Sure enough, she'd taken off the top of her suit. She was completely casual and unselfconscious about it, just letting it drop onto the blanket beneath her. He moved closer with the mower.

He could see almost all of her tits now, sweet little tan boobs that quivered just slightly with her breathing. The tips touched the blanket, partially obscured, but he caught just a glimpse of light pink nipple. Hastily he pushed the mower past her again.

He found he was sweating profusely, but not from the sun. His balls ached. His cock stirred restlessly in his pants, threatening to grow hard. Jesus, was he so hard up that he could get an erection just from gawking at a little girl's tits? He felt ashamed of himself.

Still he continued to mow slowly back and forth beside the girl, taking frequent rests, seeing as much as he could. He began to imagine how exquisitely tight her cunt would be, a girl so young. He imagined wedging his erect cock into her, feeling the silky moist passage, the searing heat, of her teenage twat…

It was ridiculous, but he couldn't stop.

June Hanson wondered what was taking her husband so long to mow the lawn. She wanted him to fix the bathroom faucet when he was finished, and the day was almost gone. She set aside the pie she was making and went to the window. It occurred to her that she hadn't heard the noise of the mower for some time.

There he was, resting on the mower, wiping his forehead – and staring blatantly at the neighbor girl, Vicky. June could understand why he was staring. The little bitch was sunning herself in a scandalously tiny bikini – and she didn't even have the top on!

June frowned. Vicky had always been a mischievous, brazen teen girl, and it looked as if she'd get no better as a teenager. Her breasts weren't completely uncovered – the nipples were pressed against the blanket – but there was plenty showing. Every man in the block must be gawking at her. June imagined that plenty of lawns were getting mowed today.

She thought of opening the window and telling Rod to get with it, but she knew she'd only come off as a bitch, an old nag. That's all she was to him lately, anyhow. No wonder he was lusting for the neighbor girl.

June sighed and looked down at her body. Really, for a woman of thirty-five, she was in good shape. Her legs were just as long and shapely as Vicky's, her waist as small and firm, and her breasts were much larger. Well, she had much nicer boobs than that little bitch next door. The only trouble was, Rod had been married to her for almost eighteen years, and he was thoroughly familiar with every inch of her body.

She was bored with him, too, she had to admit it. Their whole marriage was a bore, a rut. They hadn't made love in weeks. They had a lovely suburban house, plenty of money, two cars, and two nice kids, Patty and Kent. They had all this, and their marriage was falling apart.

"Oh, hell," June said to herself.

She wasn't going to stop Rod from looking at that girl. Poor man, that's all he was going to get, just a look. June knew just how he felt. She was horny, too.

Rod was almost finished with the lawn. He was close to the property line, mowing within five feet of Vicky. Still she hadn't even looked up at him, seemed unconscious of his presence. Once in awhile she shifted her position slightly, and Rod caught glimpses of a whole sweet pink nipple, pert and pointy. He was dizzy and sweaty with longing.

One more pass with the mower and he'd be done. He gathered up his courage and stopped the mower just in front of her blanket. Her big brown eyes were focused on the magazine, but when his shadow fell onto the pages, she blinked and looked up at him.

"Hello, Vicky," he said. "Haven't talked to you in a long time. How are you?"

She smiled, a mouthful of perfect little teeth. "Oh, hi, Mr. Hanson," she said. "I'm fine, thanks. And you?"

"Hot," he said, meaning it in more ways than one. "It's a scorcher today, isn't it? In fact, Vicky, it looks to me like you're getting a little burned on your shoulders."

"Oh, dear, am I?" she said.

She twisted to have a look at her shoulder, and as she did so, her sweet young breasts bobbed up from the blanket. Rod had a lovely full view of the bouncing little apples and their exquisite pink nipples. He felt his cock twitching again.

"I can't see it, Mr. Hanson," she said. "Would you take a look, please?"

"Oh, sure," said Rod. He actually felt himself blush.

He knelt down beside her, so close that he could smell her intoxicating mixture of baby powder and light girl-sweat. Up close, her skin looked like perfect silk, brown and healthy. He inspected her shoulder, saw a faint reddish patch, and placed his hand on it. Her skin was soft, exquisite.

"Right there," he said. "Does that hurt?"

"It is a little sore," she said. "That was dumb of me, to stay out so long."

"Yes," said Rod, "you'd better get out of the sun."

"I don't want to go in yet," said Vicky. "I'll just move over under the tree."

There was a huge old spreading tree at the back of the lot, almost on the property line. His kids and Vicky used to climb it when they were small. Once, coming home from a neighborhood party and very drunk, he and June had fucked under that tree… That was a long time ago, when they were still hot for each other.

Vicky expertly clapped the discarded bikini top to her breasts, covering herself. She stood up, bra in one hand and magazine in the other. Now Rod could see the gentle puff of her muff under the tight bikini bottom. A few wisps of delicate curly blonde hair showed at the leg bands.

"I'll carry your blanket and your suntan lotion," he said.

"Oh, thanks, Mr. Hanson," said Vicky, flashing him a smile.

He followed her over to the tree, watching her saucy little buttocks bouncing gently in the tiny panties. He wanted her so badly, he felt dizzy. He imagined how he must look, a forty-year-old man, still in pretty good shape but definitely forty, ogling the ass of a teenage girl. He must look like an idiot.

He spread the blanket for her, and Vicky sat down, still holding the bikini top over her breasts. At the back of the lot, under the shade of the drooping branches, they could not be seen from either house. Rod had a crazy urge to jump on her, rip off her panties, force himself into her…

Vicky smiled innocently at him. "You look so hot, Mr. Hanson," she said. "Why don't you rest here in the shade for a minute?"

"Thanks, Vicky," he said, "I think I will."

He took out his bandana and mopped his face again, wondering how to start a conversation. All he could think of was to ask her how school was going. Brilliant, just brilliant.

Still, what else could he say to a teenage girl? Just the usual bullshit. "Well, you certainly are growing up, Vicky," he said. "[missing text] anyway?"

Vicky grinned. "Yeah, I do," she said. "I mean, anybody can tell I'm not a little girl any more."

You're telling me, thought Rod.

Abruptly Vicky lay back on the blanket, letting the bikini top slip away. She was on her back, her adorable young tits thrust up from her chest. They stood perfectly firm and pointed, the pink nipples soft and smooth. Rod held his breath, not trusting himself to speak or move.

"I mean, times have changed," Vicky went on. "Kids are growing up faster. I'm plenty old enough to date, but my folks treat me like a baby. It's such a drag."

She began rubbing suntan lotion on herself, starting with her shoulders, wincing a little from the burn. She rubbed downward in the direction of her cute naked tits. Rod noticed now that they were completely tan and had often been exposed to the sun.

"Ooo, that burn hurts," said Vicky.

"Want me to put that lotion on for you?" said Rod. "Then you wouldn't have to move."

She flashed him a grateful smile and handed him the bottle. "Oh, thanks, Mr. Hanson," she said, "that'd be super. Just do my front, okay?"

You bet I'll do your front, thought Rod.

His hands shook a little as he took the bottle, poured a big glop of the stuff into his palm, and knelt by Vicky. He began with her firm little shoulders, working very slowly and gently. Vicky sighed and closed her eyes.

"Ummm," she said, "that feels nice."

Rod could no longer control his excitement. Leaning so close to her lovely nearly naked body, touching her silky warm skin, he let his lusty imagination run freely. His cock rose steadily in his pants, pawing long and hard and ready. Christ, he wanted her so badly… But she was the neighbor girl, only a teenager. He didn't dare.

Still he could touch. He worked slowly down from her shoulders and onto the flat smooth skin just above her breasts. Vicky, eyes closed, little mouth smiled slightly, just lay there and sighed with sensual enjoyment. She was like a kitten being stroked. Rod gently touched the top of her breasts, but she said nothing.

His cock seemed to be straining in the tight confinement of his pants, and his hands were sweating. Could he get away with touching her tits? She seemed unashamed about showing them to him, so perhaps it was okay to touch…

He put more lotion on his hands, then brought them very gently up under her sweet round breasts. He cupped the firm but soft little rounds, squeezed lightly, and began to rub the lotion on. He damn near came in his pants. She wasn't objecting at all as he molded and rubbed her naked tits. She just kept her eyes closed and smiled.

"Oh, that's nice," she said.

Oh, Christ, thought Rod, oh, holy Christ…

Long delicious moments passed while he played with Vicky's exquisite plump tits. They were like globes of silk in his hands, firm yet gently yielding to his touch. He massaged them again and again, squeezing them, rubbing them, working the lotion in till the pretty tan rounds glowed.

After a moment he got his nerve back and began to rub his thumbs over her lovely pink nipples. He began lightly at first, then applied more teasing friction. Vicky sighed and smiled, her eyes still closed, her dark lashes thick and natural. Gradually her small pink nubs rose under the teasing play of his thumbs. He felt and saw her nipples growing hard and pointed.

"Ummm," she murmured, "that feels so nice, Mr. Hanson…"

Not just her nipples, but her breasts themselves began to swell and tighten. That always happened to June when she got sexually aroused under his touch. He wondered if he was making Vicky horny. Was it possible? His achingly erect cock spewed out a little droplet of juice. My God, it would be a dream come true if she wanted him, if she let him.

He sensed that he shouldn't move too fast, though. He'd have to take it easy, learn more. Reluctantly he slid his hands off her swollen tits at last, moving lower, down the sleek tan flat of her bare belly. Still she didn't protest, didn't speak.

He rubbed lotion onto her smooth firm hips and stomach, but his eyes were on the gentle mound of her crotch. He saw a few glistening blonde hairs protruding from the top of her skimpy blue panties. His hand moved steadily lower until he was touching the waistband itself. Sweating again, his cock aching with fullness, he slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties and touched the delicate soft flesh, the springy curls, of her muff.

"Here, too?" he said hoarsely.

"Um-hmmm," mumbled Vicky. She kept her eyes closed, kept that sensual little smile.

Rod swallowed hard. He was about to take an irrevocable step. Touching her breasts had been one thing, touching her pussy another. Still she did not seem put off. She seemed to like what he was doing. If she didn't, she'd surely let him know.

The skimpy bikini bottom was fastened with little bows on her hips. He untied them to give himself more room. Then he slid his hand inside her panties and cupped the curly warm puff of her muff. It exactly filled his hand. He squeezed gently, and Vicky gave a little sigh.

He massaged her little silky bush, feeling the heat of her flesh beneath it. It was ridiculous to use lotion now – this was one place she wasn't going to get tan. He only rubbed, working deeper and deeper between her soft slightly-spread thighs. Presently he was cupping her girlish slit, touching bare slick flesh, and still she made no protest.

She was hot and moist down there. The plump lips of her pussy seemed swollen and searing to his touch. He eased a finger between the puffed lips of her muff and found the tiny hard dot of her clitoris. He placed his fingertip on the little fleshy lump and began to rub it gently, teasingly.

"Ooooo," Vicky moaned.

Suddenly he felt his palm filled with steamy pussy juice. It practically squirted into his hand, sticky and hot. Rod's cramped stiff cock leaked in response. He was getting to her. She very definitely liked it when he played with her clit. He went on rubbing the tiny hot organ, and he felt it going stiff and throbbing and wet.

"Oh, that feels soooo nice, Mr. Hanson," Vicky gasped. "Please, keep doing it to me."

He wondered how experienced this little girl was. She was responding like a born whore, creaming heavily into his hand, moaning. A woman wouldn't be able to fake a thing like that. Noises and movements could be faked, but not that flood of cunt cream, not that red-hot swelling of her slit. She was young, but she was highly aroused, horny as hell.

He slid his finger off her clit, moving deeper, seeking her cunt mouth. It wasn't hard to find. She was so slick and wet, his finger slid right into it. The tiny hot hole was gushing juice, opening and shutting in a nipping motion. Rod eased just the tip of his finger into her, and he felt her cunt lips closing around him greedily.

"Ummm," Vicky sighed, "Ummm."

Rod gently slid his finger up her cunt. He went slowly and carefully, in case she had a hymen. Her teenage box was fantastically tight, scorchingly hot, around his probing finger. Vicky juiced furiously, moaned, and began pumping her hips in a natural fucking motion, working her soaked little twat around his finger.

"Ummm, yes," she squealed, "yes, yesss…"

He got his finger all the way into her and felt no baffler, no sign of virginity except her incredible tightness. That made him feel less like a dirty old man. He didn't really want to pop a little girl's cherry. That would be too much. But if she wasn't a virgin, and if she wanted him as bad as he thought, he was sure as hell going to take advantage of his chance.

He drew his finger out of her soaked steamy little cunt and began rubbing her clit again. He drew down her panties and observed her cute little golden bush, her plump muff lips, scarlet-lined and wet inside. He saw the tiny red shaft of her clit, now as erect and throbbing as his cock. As he rubbed her there, Vicky gave little squeals and sighs of pleasure.

His hand was soaked and sticky with her hot juices, and she was writhing on the blanket as if in ecstasy. His cock ached and strained against his fly. My God, he wanted to fuck her so badly, but should he take the chance? What if someone came along – June, or Vicky's parents? The shit would really hit the fan if he were caught balling the little neighbor girl.

Vicky still had her eyes closed, but now her little hand began to creep along the blanket, seeking him out. Rod didn't notice it till she touched his thighs. He went on rubbing and stroking her juicy little button, but he watched her hand. It crept into his lap and touched the hard long ridge of his fly. Her grin broadened.

While Rod watched, hoping and trembling, Vicky located the zipper of his fly and began tugging it down. She kept her eyes closed, but her face was wreathed in a mischievous grin. She got his fly open, and her soft hot little hand crept inside.

"Oh, Jesus," Rod gasped.

His finger teased steadily but mechanically on her soaked little clit. His whole attention was on his own crotch, where Vicky's impish fingers were playing. She touched the rock-hard pole of his cock, ran her fingers lightly up and down it, exploring. She found the knobby drooling head of his dick, and she smeared a fingertip in his cream and rubbed around and around his sensitive cock.

He almost came, but he steadied himself, wanting more, more… She tickled down his hard long dick again, into the crisp bush of his crotch, and she found his balls. They were swollen up like water balloons by now, and her lightest touch sent a powerful shudder of pleasure through his body.

Exploring, she reached lower, cupped his swollen nut sacs, and squeezed them gently. She played with them for a moment, then moved her hand back onto his swollen prick, curling her fingers around it. She began to pump. Rod knew that with a few more moments of that, he'd come right in his pants. He'd rather come in Vicky.

"Wait, Vicky, honey," he said breathlessly. "Wait just a second…"

Gently he drew her hand away. He quickly tugged down his pants. For the first time since he began to touch her, Vicky opened her eyes. Her wide brown eyes focused hotly on his naked prick. He was sure it must look ludicrous to her, swollen and red and drooling, the head huge and purple. She stared and stared at it, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.

"Just a moment, baby," he said, lifting himself quickly over her. He parted her legs and drew aside her bikini bottom. He saw the lush healthy pink of her young slit, the tiny shadowed mouth of her moist cunt. He seized his painfully erect cock and directed the big purple penis between her legs.

He was just touching her, just pressing the sensitive flesh of his penis against her wet slick pussylips, when he heard his wife calling him.

"Rod? Rod, where are you?" June called from their yard.

"Oh, shit," Rod hissed. "Quick, Vicky, get your clothes on. There'll be hell to pay if my wife finds us like this."

In face it would be best if June didn't find them together at all. Somehow he managed to stuff his giant erection back into his pants and zip up. He sneaked out from under the low tree branches, glanced around, and made for his own yard. He didn't have time to look back or say anything to Vicky. He'd be with her again, though, he swore it. As she watched him hurry away, Vicky grinned.