The New Neighbor
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At the time this story took place I was a fifty-eight-year-old recently retired man living alone in a large house. I was alone because all the children were grown and out on their own and my wife and I had split up. The home sits on a large, private lot with an inground pool.
My long-time next-door neighbor and good friend, a private consultant, had accepted a job that would necessitate his moving out of the country for six months. He decided to rent it out on a short-term bases rather than leaving it empty. He asked me to keep an eye on it for him and take care of problems if they should come up.
As it turns out, he rented his home to a single mother and her teen aged daughter. The woman, Marg, had just been transferred to town unexpectedly without much notice. The short-term rental was ideal as it allowed her to move in quickly to start work and give her time to look for a permanent place of her own to move into later.
Marg was a very friendly woman. We talked regularly, and on several occasions, I was called over to take care of some minor problems. She always had coffee ready, and we would chat. I would guess her to be mid-thirties. She was an attractive and shapely woman. The daughter, Katie, was around seventeen I guessed, as she was in the eleventh grade. She was a very pretty girl and small for her age. She was quite petite. I did not see her much since the times I had been over were during school hours.
Spring turned to summer and I would see Marg out in the yard sunning herself on days off. I told her that since the kids had gone the pool got little use. I invited her to use it any time. She answered that she did not want to impose. I explained that I had to run the pump and filter anyway so someone should use it. I explained I had the same arrangement with my neighbor, her landlord, so it would be no imposition at all. I even gave her a key to the pool gate and informed her she did not need me around to get in. She accepted and thanked me.
As time went on, Marg regularly, used the pool. Many times, she would pop over even after work for a quick swim. I would watch from behind the curtains at the side of the window. She had a dynamite body with great tits and an amazing ass that her bikini really showed off. Sometimes her daughter, Katie would join her. One occasion, when they came over for a swim, I happened to be out on a lounge chair reading the paper. That was the first time I really took notice of Katie. Facially, she looked a lot like her mom. That was the end of the resemblance. Unlike her mother, Katie was petite and looked younger than her age. Surprisingly, for her petite size, she sported a nice little body which her bathing suit revealed. She had narrow hips for a girl, but she had shapely legs and arms. Not what one would call muscular, but very toned and athletic looking. The suit showed off a round firm bum. Katie was small breasted; firm and slightly pointed in shape like many teen breasts. When she got out of the water, into the breezy air, you could make out small but hard little nipples pushing against the wet material of the suit.
“Oh man, what the hell are you thinking. She is just a kid you fool. God she could be your daughter,” I said to myself.
I quickly looked away from her and tried to get back to the paper. I happened to notice Katie diving into the water from the edge of the pool. She was very graceful. I noticed she travelled a great distance under the water before coming up for air. Once on the surface she cut through the water powerfully and quickly. I lost track of the number of continuous laps she was completing with truly little effort.
I commented to Marg what a good swimmer her daughter was.
“Yes, she has been taking lessons since she was very young, and is on the school swim team,” Marg proudly proclaimed.
“Well, that will certainly explain the shapely legs and tight body,” I thought to myself.
“Marg, you know Katie is certainly welcome to use the pool whenever; even when you are at work. I don’t mind,” I said.
“Thanks, I am sure she would like to; however, I would be concerned with her being unsupervised,” replied Marg.
This struck me as being a bit odd. A seventeen-year old is considered an adult in many jurisdictions. Why would she need supervising? It dawned on me that perhaps the concern was for being alone in a pool in case something happened.
“If you are concerned about her swimming alone, there is no problem. I am always home. Even if not out here, I am usually in the screened in back summer room, so I could keep an eye out for her,” I mentioned.
“No, that would be asking too much,” she replied. “It is bad enough we are back here so often. I can’t expect you to baby sit,” she added.
I laughed and added, “I don’t think I would call it baby-sitting. I am here anyway. It would be no bother to keep an eye out for her. Besides, she is a better swimmer than I am.”
Reluctantly she agreed, but only if I was present, and only if Katie called first, to be sure it was okay.
For a month I had daily entertainment just outside my back room. Marg would be out in her bikini on weekends and occasionally after work. I would get aroused just watching her. I used to imagine those great tits breaking out of her top and me fondling and kissing them while grabbing her full ass. What bothered me, however, was the fact that daily, her young daughter, Katie, was having the same effect on me. Some days she would sport a modest two piece, and on others, a sexy bikini. The days that were the hardest, to keep my eyes off her, was when she wore her one-piece racing suit. My God the material was like tissue paper, and it clung to her body leaving nothing to the imagination.
I got into the habit of going out and sitting on a lounger whenever Katie was using the pool. When she came out of the water to sun or just take a break, she would come sit next to me and chat. As I got to know her better it became evident that Katie, was a great kid.
Since my kids moved out, I really had not spoken to younger people. Katie made me realize how much I missed that, which is why I probably looked forward to our daily conversations. It is nice to get the different perspective of the younger generations even if naïve, and idealistic. At least they are not jaded.
At first our talks were general in nature, however, after a while the tone changed. I found her more and more complaining about her mother, seeking advice on topics, some that made me uncomfortable. It was almost as if she were discussing things with her father. Perhaps that was because she had never known a father and had no older male figure in her life. It occurred to me that her mother might be upset about me advising Katie when she could be going to her for the information.
I was really torn. I dint’ know what to do. If I were to mention this to Marg, she might be angry with Katie, and I did not want that. It could be the cause of her not trusting any adult with anything in the future. On the other hand, if Katie ever mentioned to her mother, I had given her an opinion or advice on certain topics, then Marg could be upset that I was interfering. I also did not want to tell Katie that I was uncomfortable with our talks. It seemed I was the only male adult she could speak with and I did not want her to feel rejected. In all honesty there was also the fact that I enjoyed talking with her. In the end I decided to just let it go. I would be a good listener and try not to be an advice giver.
It turned out that the root of, many of Katie’s frustrations, lay with her mom. According to Katie, she loved her mom, who was a good parent, however Marg was very over-protective and strict. I found this a bit strange. Being overprotective of a young child is one thing, and probably common in society today, but Katie was seventeen. In most jurisdictions that is an adult,
I was quite surprised to hear that Katie’s social life was restricted to events involving the swim team and staff supervised social events at the school. She had not been on a date and had no boyfriends. She could attend school dances, but only if driven there by mom and picked up immediately after the dance. She was not even allowed to attend the dances with a group of girlfriends. I really began to feel sorry for Katie. When my daughter was this age, we assumed she had a level of maturity that warranted a degree of independence free from parental interference. At some point in life you had to let them make decisions for themselves.
With continued discussions I learned, from Katie, the probable reason for Marg’s strictness. It turns out she became pregnant with Katie when she was only a seventeen-year old high school student. It affected her entire life, having to raise Katie, on her own. Marg’s thinking was probably shaped by her own experience and was doing her part to prevent the same from happening to Katie.
This daily ritual of watching Katie swim, and our almost father daughter like chats, had gone on for a month. I purposefully changed my schedule to be sure I would be home daily to watch Katie. Not only did I enjoy our chats, but I was addicted to the sight of her small, toned body in a bathing suit. It pleased and aroused me even though I knew it shouldn’t.
One evening, after work, Marg came over for a swim. I was out by the pool having a simple meal. Marg who had always been friendly and chatty was noticeably quiet. I thought I perceived a look of worry on her face.
“You are unusually quiet today,” I said, as she came out of the water, and over to where she had left her towel, on the chair, next to mine.
“Oh sorry. Just preoccupied with a lot on my mind,” she answered.
“Well if you think talking about it will help, I am here.” I informed her.
“I have a work-related problem.” She informed me. “The company is offering me a promotion and pay raise.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a problem.” I responded.
“The problem is that I would have to go to head office, for two weeks, for training, in just a few days. Following that I would be required to travel to the head office for several days every few months. I have no one to look after Katie,” she explained.
“I really don’t see that you have a problem at all.” I interjected. “Katie is an adult. She can take care of herself.”
“I have never left her alone before, and two weeks is a long time,” she retorted
“Look, I have spent a lot of time speaking with Katie, when she is over here swimming. She seems to be a very responsible young lady. I think you are worrying for nothing,” I said. “If it would make you feel any better, I could keep an eye out for her, and I am just next door if something came up. Marg, it may be none of my business, but you have to give the girl a chance to grow up,” I added. “She is not a kid anymore.”
She reluctantly agreed that I was right. The promotion and raise were too good to pass up, and Katie was old enough to take care of herself. The fact I would check up on her, I believe, helped her to come to her decision.
While her mother was gone, Katie continued with her daily routine of coming over for a swim and a long chat. On the third day, I had thrown on an old loose pair of gym shorts and was on my back next to the pool getting some sun. Katie came over, waved, and dove in, as usual, to begin her endless laps of the pool. A little thrill ran through me, as I watched her lithe toned body gracefully slide into the water.
I closed my eyes and let my skin soak up the heat. After a while I noticed that the sounds of Katie’s strokes through the water had stopped. I opened my eyes to check, and saw Katie, with her arms resting on the deck, directly in front of my lounger, looking in my direction. When she looked up and caught my eye she quickly looked away. I figured she was just resting. After several minutes I still did not hear the familiar sound of her swim strokes. I opened my eyes and noticed she had not moved. Once again, when she looked up, she quickly averted her eyes and I could see a noticeable blush cross her face.
“Is everything okay,” I inquired, as I sat up on the lounge chair. Katie, who usually had no problem expressing herself, remained silent and turned a deeper tone of red. It seemed like she was transfixed on something. Her eyes moved from where they had been staring. She briefly looked at me then turned away again. I looked down and immediately realized the problem. My dick was clearly visible through the loose leg of my gym shorts.
I moved and used my hand to adjust my shorts. When I looked up, I saw a worried look on Katie's face.
“I am sorry sir. I didn’t mean to stare, I just, um, oh,” she stammered.
“No, it’s me that should apologize,” I replied.
I noticed that she would not look at me and a tear was beginning to roll down from her eye.
“Hey, it’s no big deal,” I tried to assure her. “Please don’t be upset.”
I noticed more tears. “What is it,” I asked.
She shook her head, not looking at me and sniffled. “I’m too embarrassed to say,” she whispered.
“Why don’t you come up here and sit. You know you can talk to me about anything. You have no reason to be embarrassed,” I assured her.
She started to climb out of the water. As she pulled herself up in front of me, I noticed she had on a suit I had never seen on her before. The top was big and loose on her and as she bent forward at the waist, to get out of the pool, it fell away from her body, and I could see her small shapely breasts and her hard nipples. I was immediately aroused and began to get an erection.
She came and sat at the foot of the chaise lounge I was occupying. Again, she started to apologize for staring.
“I am sorry for staring, but I have um never um seen a…you know, a guy’s thing before. I hear the girls talk about it, at school, all the time, about how they can make it get hard just by touching it,” she began explaining. “I am too ashamed to admit to them that I have never been out with a guy, so I just go along with them and giggle and agree with their stories. So, when I saw, you know, yours I couldn’t help but stare,” she barely whispered not looking at me.
I did not know what to say. As I was about to reply I noticed she was staring at my crotch wide eyed. I looked down and realized what she was staring at. The sight of her breasts had given me a hard on, and my dick was standing straight up through the loose leg of my gym shorts.
Before I had a chance to do or say anything she suddenly reached out and touched it. I felt an immediate shock wave as her fingers ran across the head of my cock.
“It is so smooth,” Katie said.
“You really shouldn’t be doing this,” I stammered.
She reached out again and wrapped her small delicate hand around my cock. As much as I should have known better, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hand on me.
“Yikes it’s so big. When I looked up from the pool and saw it through the open leg of your shorts it wasn’t like this at all,” she said wide eyed. The girls at school talk about how they touch it to make it big. Yours did it all on its own,” she said in wonderment.
“Well, not exactly,” I replied. “When I watched you get out of the pool, I saw down your top and the sight of your titties had that affect.”
“You mean just seeing me did that,” she said, as she looked directly at me.
A big smile spread across her face. With her one hand still wrapped around me she used her other hand to pull her top up. Her small pointed breasts popped out and stood straight out. They were so firm, with small but hard erect nipples. I got even harder.
“Oh my God, Katie, we can’t be doing this,” I tried to explain.
“Why not. It feels so exciting. I cannot believe I could cause that. Makes me feel kind of tingly inside. Now I know why the girls always seem so excited when they talk about it at school. I could never understand what the big deal was. I think I know now,” she explained.
I was about to explain why we should not be doing this, when I looked down from her breasts. She was seated directly in front of me at the end of the chaise lounge with her legs spread and knees bent so her feet rested on the ground on either side of the chair. The bottoms of her bikini were as loose as the top. The elastic at the leg that should have held the material tight to her body was loose and pulled away, exposing from the inside of her thigh to the side of one of her pussy lips.
I could not pull away from the sight and she noticed. She looked down at where I was staring.
She giggled and said, “You are looking at me just like I was looking at you.”
I could not answer and just nodded.
“Does it give you a tingly feeling, when you look at me down there,” she inquired.
Again, I simply nodded in the affirmative. She reached down and slid the crotch of her bottom over to one side exposing her pussy. It was hairless. Her inner lips were not visible. Her outer lips were pressed together showing only a narrow slit. It was small and delicate looking.
By this time, I had completely lost the ability to reason. Without any conscious thought I reached out and touched her. She flinched. I ran my hand above her pussy. It was as smooth as silk. My hand slipped down between her thighs and I let my finger gently slide along the slit of her pussy.
“Oh, sir, that feels so good, please don’t stop,” she moaned.
Upon saying this she squeezed her hand a bit tighter on my cock and started to stroke it. I responded by rubbing my finger up and down the length of her pussy slit. She started to rock back and forth. I reached out with my other hand and felt her breasts and nipples. The flesh was firm, and her little nipples were rock hard. A short gasp escaped her lips.
“I hear my girl-friends talking about this, but I didn’t realize it felt this amazing,” she stammered.
She then took her free hand and placed it on the hand I had on her pussy. She put pressure on my finger, so it penetrated her a bit at the upper end of her slit and pushed my finger against her clit.
“Oh, please sir rub me there.” I could barely hear her say, “It doesn’t feel this exciting when I do this myself,”
Her hips were rocking, back and forth, and she was pushing herself against my hand. Her hand around my shaft stroked up and down, while she stared down at it.
“Sir,” she said in a questioning tone. “Is it ok to lick it. My friends say when they do that, their boy-friends really like it.”
I know I should have said no and put an end to this foolishness. Instead I sat speechless and just looked at her as I rubbed her pussy and tits. She slid back a bit and bent forward so her head was just inches from my cock. She stared intently at it, while still stroking it. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. She licked it. Her tongue sending electric bolts through the head of my cock. The next thing I know she put the head in her mouth and started sucking on it gently.
“Do you like that sir?” she asked. “My friends say their boy-friends go crazy for it.”
“Oh, you have no Idea what you are doing to me Katie,” I replied to her question.
“I am so glad. I want to make you feel good sir,” she said. “It’s only fair since you are making me feel so good, like never before.” After a pause, she stated, “It’s kinda uncomfortable on this lounger, let’s go into the screened summer-room.”
She did not wait for a reply. She stood up and walked to the patio doors. I stood and followed. As soon as I was inside, and slid the door closed, she took my hand, and walked me to the couch. Once there, she turned to face me, looked into my eyes, and pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor. She then put her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottom and slid them down her legs. Once she had them off, she put her hands on either side of my shorts and pulled them down. As she slid them down my legs, she knelt in front of me and put her mouth on my cock.
My God, for someone who had never been with a guy before, Katie, was demonstrating she was a fast learner. Probably a lot of pent up sexual curiosity let loose at once. In her exuberance her teeth were scraping along my shaft. I had to explain that she had to be a bit gentler, and only use her lips and tongue. She was inexperienced, but still sending shock waves through me. Knowing I was the first she was doing this to was extremely exciting.
As I looked down at her head slowly moving up and down on my cock, I noticed she had reached down and was fingering herself. I put my hands on either side of her head and pushed her off my cock. She looked up surprised. I bent down, put my hands under arm pits and lifted her. I positioned her with here ass at the edge of the couch pillow. I spread her legs. She had such inviting soft thighs. When I knelt between her knees with my hands on her silky thighs, she looked at me and asked, “Are you going to rub me down there again it felt so good.”
I did not reply. I slowly shook my head in the negative. For a moment I detected a look of disappointment in her expression. Then I bent forward and put my mouth on her pussy and licked along the slit. She moaned loudly and jerked her hips forward pushing her pussy tight to my mouth. She was so smooth and smelled so fresh. I pushed my tongue between her lips and found her clit.
“Oh, sir, oh sir, oh my,” she exclaimed, and at the same time she grabbed my head, and pushed me hard into her.
Hearing her cries of joy heightened my arousal to levels I had not felt in years. Knowing I was responsible for the ectasy this young lady was experiencing, for the first time in her life, was acting like an aphrodisiac on me. My cock was throbbing. My hands slid up and down her smooth thighs as I flicked my tongue across her clit and up and down inside her tight pussy. She was bucking wildly up and down on my mouth. I could feel the inside of her becoming wetter and wetter. She moaned and screamed uncontrollably. I began driving my tongue into her pushing back and forth in her tight crevasse.
“Oh sir, my clit, please rub my clit, please it is so much better on my clit,” she yelled out.
With that, I stopped plunging my tongue in and out of her, and instead gave all my attention to her clit. My tongue circled it, licked over it, and I sucked on it. She squirmed, bucked, and screamed. She threw her pelvis at my face with reckless abandon. My cock throbbed to the point of pain as I was aroused beyond description. I was filed with the goal of providing Katie an amazing first orgasm, at the hands of someone other than herself.
Suddenly, I felt her hands grasp my head and push me to her. Her bucking stopped. Her tender thighs squeezed my head tightly like a vice. I felt a trembling run through her thighs as a loud scream escaped from deep within her, while my tongue and mouth were filled with her sweet moisture. She thrust upwards several times then lay still.
“Oh God. Oh, my fucking God. Oh, sir What have you done,” she exclaimed. “That was the most amazing thing ever.”
She reached down and pulled my head from her pussy up towards her, and at the same time she slid off the couch to the floor. She pulled my head to her and kissed me hard on the lips, as her arms rapped around my head tightly. She reached down and grabbed my cock.
“I want you to put it inside me, sir,” she whispered in my ear. “I want you to be my first.”
The thought, of what It would feel like, to be inside her tight wet pussy was thoroughly intoxicating. I would have liked that more than anything in the world. However, my conscience got the better of me. I pulled back from her and sat on the floor. I put my arm out around her shoulder and pulled her close to me.
“Katie, you have no idea how you have made me feel. I am so happy that you enjoyed this experience today. However, we really need to stop,” I told her softly.
I explained that we should probably have not gone as far as we did. I went on to explain that I found her very desirable and would enjoy immensely having sex with her. However, I explained that, since it was to be her first time, perhaps it should be with someone her own age and someone she had strong feelings for.
“Oh, but I have feelings for you, Sir,” she stammered.
I explained that it was simply sexual excitement, because of what I helped her achieve today, and not true feelings of affection. After a while she reluctantly agreed. We also discussed that what took place today would remain between us. Even though Katie was of the age of legal consent, neither of us needed the grief that would result from her mother becoming aware of what we did.
We stood and got dressed. We walked to the door. Just before she reached to open it, she turned quickly stood on her toes and gently kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you, Sir. I will always remember this day,” she said. Then turned and walked out the door.
Katie continued to come for her daily swims, and we still had our friendly chats. We never discussed the events of that day again. However, whenever she came over, I swear I detected a new twinkle in her eye and an extra-large smile on her face.
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