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You knew exactly what you were doing.

The backyard of your house—which you’d found in a sweet suburban neighborhood just 30 minutes outside of Boston—was bordered on three sides by tall trees. Large oaks and evergreen pines kept most of your neighbors from being able to see into your yard.

All except Andrew Barber. 

You’d learned from your other neighbors that the Barber house had once been home to Andy, his wife, and their son. But the couple had split up and the son had gone off to college, starting his own life and rarely visiting. Meanwhile, the lawyer remained in the house by himself. 

Although the neighborhood gossip seemed to indicate Andy was perfectly fine on his own, it occurred to you that he might be a little lonely, especially since you never saw him bring anyone home—either friends or potential lovers. 

So you got it in your head that it was your duty as his neighbor to give him a little thrill, to make his seemingly boring life a little more exciting. And if you had some fun of your own with the hot, 40-something lawyer, well that was just an added perk, and there wasn’t any harm in it.

After all, you were just trying to be a good neighbor…

So yes, you knew exactly what you were doing when you laid out by the pool in your backyard wearing the skimpiest bikinis you could find, the kind that barely covered your tits and ass—all in perfect view of Andy Barber’s kitchen window. 

If you’d wanted to justify your actions to yourself, you certainly could’ve. 

It was late summer in Massachusetts, and between the unforgiving sun and the sweltering humidity, the August heat was high already by eight o’clock in the morning. It made sense that you sat out by the pool so early since it would be unbearable by nine. 

But that’s not why you really did it. 

You did it to put on a show for your neighbor, the hot, single lawyer with the soft brown hair and piercing blue eyes—the man who was so handsome, he had you acting thirstier than a desperate housewife (despite you being single and unmarried). 

Really, you did it because you got a thrill out of the idea that Andy Barber could see you laying there in your barely there bikini. And you kept doing it because you knew he did, in fact, watch you.

A movement in the corner of your eye had you biting back a smirk because you knew your neighbor had finally joined you for the morning. You kept your gaze focused on the e-reader in your lap, pretending you didn’t know that Andy was standing in his kitchen window, watching you while he sipped his morning coffee. 

This had become something of a routine for the two of you. 

Every morning during the week, you’d drag yourself out of bed at an ungodly hour, throw on a fresh bikini—the skimpier the better—and make yourself a coffee that you drank while sitting by the pool and “reading.” 

Truthfully, you didn’t get much reading done anymore, not since you’d noticed you had an audience. Before Andy showed, you were too hyperaware of the Barber house and its sole resident, waiting for him to appear in his normal spot. And after, you were too distracted by having his eyes on you to focus on your book. 

Each morning, you’d wait with eager anticipation for Andy to appear at the window of his kitchen. He was little more than a smudge of shadow, almost entirely hidden behind the glare of the sun. But you could see he was there, mug in hand, as he stood looking out over his backyard—and yours.

Every morning, Monday through Friday, you’d bask in the feeling of his eyes raking appreciatively over your body for as long as it took him to drink his coffee. Your skin would warm from more than the summer sun, and arousal would spark to life between your thighs, excitement zinging through your blood as Andy watched you “read.”

Once he was done with his coffee, he’d set his mug in the sink and disappear from the window. A little while later, you’d hear the sound of the side door opening and closing, then Andy getting in his car and leaving for work. 

At that point, you’d go inside to start your own day, sitting down to work from home in the small office in your house. More often than not, you’d still be simmering with pent-up desire, wishing the divorced lawyer next door would do something about the little shows you put on for him, but suspecting he never would.

Despite how often you were left feeling frustrated, your mornings with Andy Barber had become your favorite part of your daily routine. You liked the feeling of his eyes on you, the slight taboo nature of him looking at your scantily clad body from the relative privacy of his home. 

You also just liked…him. Andy was friendly every time you crossed paths, asking questions about the vegetable garden you’d started in you backyard, and offering to mow your lawn when your grass had grown too long and you risked the HOA’s wrath. 

You liked that he was nice and attentive—and that he had a secret dark side only you knew about. 

Because, while you knew that you enjoyed your little morning shows for Andy, you suspected he liked them just as much. Otherwise he would’ve said something to you or, barring that, stopped appearing at his kitchen window when you were laying almost naked by your pool. 

If he’d stopped showing up to watch you in the mornings, you would’ve taken that as a sign it made him uncomfortable and stopped laying out in your skimpiest bikinis. But he kept showing up every morning, so you did as well. 

Still, as summer neared its end, a restless frustration had been building in your blood, and it worsened every day Andy didn’t do or say anything. You knew your morning routine would have to come to an end when the weather turned cold, and you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to lay out in the mornings. 

If whatever this thing was between you and Andy was going to continue after summer ended, someone was going to have to make a move, and you were determined for it to be him. After all, you’d taken the first step of putting yourself out there. It was his turn. 

But the lawyer seemed determined to let things continue as they were. So, you continued to grow increasingly frustrated.

Maybe you’d have to do something about it, give Andy a little nudge and let him know you were ready for more…

Keeping your eyes fixed on your e-reader, you sat up, arching your spine to stick out your tits, then rolled over onto your front. You settled onto your stomach on the sun lounger, wiggling your ass much more than was necessary to get comfortable, making sure to give Andy a good show of how little your bikini covered.

Unable to stop yourself, you risked a look over your shoulder under the guise of grabbing your coffee and taking a sip. Your eyes were hidden behind your sunglasses as you glanced toward the Barber house’s kitchen window, finding the broad-shouldered outline of Andy in the sunlit glass.

Desire licked down your spine, settling heavily between your thighs, and you squirmed a little. Pretending to shift and get comfortable, you arched your spine and lifted your ass up off the lounger, spreading your thighs just enough that Andy would be able to see how your bottoms barely covered your pussy. 

You held the position as long as you thought you could get away with it, then settled down on the cushions of the sun lounger with a sigh, your eyes back on the e-reader. A quick glance at the Barber house told you Andy was still standing at his window, raising his mug of coffee to his mouth as he watched you. 

Frustration surged through your body and you had to bite back a growl. Was he just going to watch you forever without saying anything? Did you have to shove your hand between your thighs and fuck yourself with your fingers to get him to do something? 

Would that finally make him snap? 

You pictured it—the sight of Andy storming across his backyard and into yours, his stupid mug forgotten in his kitchen so his hands were free to grab you and flip you over, spreading your thighs and pushing your bikini aside so he could sink his fingers into your slick cunt. 

You’d bet anything Andy Barber knew exactly what to do with fingers, that he’d pump them perfectly into your tight hole, curling them just enough to brush against that spot inside you. He’d work your body like he owned it, fucking you with his long, thick fingers until you were arching up off the lounger and coming apart with a sharp cry. 

With a soft sigh, you pushed the fantasy from your mind. If you were honest with yourself, you didn’t really think the buttoned-up lawyer had it in him to do something so bold, especially not out in the open in your backyard, where any of the neighbors could hear you. 

Every time you’d spoken to Andy, he was so calm and composed. It seemed impossible to ruffle his feathers, so it was difficult to imagine him actually snapping like that just because you fingered yourself in front of him. 

But you’d never know if you didn’t try…

Lifting your head, you looked around your yard, reassuring yourself that the tall leafy oaks and branching pines bordering your property did fully block the view from the other houses. It was only Andy who could see anything—and from where he stood in his kitchen window, he could see everything you wanted to show him.

So you decided to show him something new, something you’d never dared do while he watched you from his house, even though it wasn’t the first time you’d thought about it. You were so frustrated and turned on, you couldn’t get the idea out of your head, so you decided to go with it. 

If Andy didn’t enjoy the show, he’d leave or say something—and either would be better than his persistent silence.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you propped yourself up on one elbow and slipped your other hand under your body. You pushed beneath the fabric of your bikini, and the first brush of your fingers against your eager slit was so good, the arm holding you up began to shake. 

Lowering yourself back down to the lounger, you pushed your ass into the air. The position gave your hand more room to move as you played with your pussy beneath your bikini, your knuckles pressing against the fabric in a way that made it unmistakable what you were doing.

Your breaths came in sharp pants as your fingertips circled your hole, teasing your drippy slit before pressing just barely inside, gathering your wetness and using it to make a mess of your folds. It was so hot, touching yourself out in the open, that it wasn’t long before you were soaking your fingers.

As you played with yourself, your cheek was pressed to the cushion of the sun lounger, and you let a soft moan slip from your lips while you worked your fingers between your thighs. By the time you pushed a finger into your pussy, you were so wet, you could hear the sloppy sounds your slit made over the ambient noises of the neighborhood. 

While you added a second finger to your greedy hole, stretching yourself slightly and making you moan again, your eyes drifted to the kitchen window of the Barber house. A thrill shot down your spine when you saw Andy still stood there. 

He was shrouded in shadow, but you didn’t think he was holding his coffee mug anymore. It looked like his hands were braced on the counter, his body leaning forward like he was trying to get a better look at you through his window.

Your pussy gushed with even more wetness at the idea of him staring at you while you played with yourself, your neighbor transfixed by the show you were giving him. It was unbelievably hot to know that you were touching yourself while Andy watched, ratcheting up the pleasure coursing through your body. 

You conjured a clearer picture of the lawyer in your mind’s eye, imagining the way Andy had looked the last time you’d seen him as you added a third finger to your weeping, desperate cunt. It had been a brief interaction, he’d waved to you from his driveway when you were outside getting the mail.

He was so fucking handsome, with his bright, intelligent blue eyes, soft fluffy brown hair, and that perfect pink mouth framed by his dark beard. He’d been smiling when you saw him, the expression almost reluctant, like even his face was unsure about shifting out of its serious mask. 

At the time, it had sent your heart trilling in your chest and, as you remembered it, the building tension in your body tightened, the image of Andy smiling at you turning you on even more. 

You wanted to drag another reaction out of the stoic lawyer—god, you would’ve given anything to be able to see him better in that moment, to see how your show was making him react. 

Were his eyes dark and intense with lust? Was his cock hard in the slacks of his suit? Was he barely holding himself back from taking his hard cock in hand and jerking off to you?

Your thoughts were fixed entirely on the lawyer next door, but all you could see was a smudge of rigid shoulders and braced arms behind the glare of the sun on Andy Barber’s kitchen window.

Still, you stared at it—at him—as you played with your pussy. You fucked yourself while your neighbor watched, pushing yourself closer and closer to your release with every pump of your fingers inside your tight hole. 

You were getting close to reaching your peak when the limits of your position became too frustrating to ignore. You couldn’t move your arm enough, with the way it was trapped beneath your body, and you needed more—you needed to really fuck yourself. 

So you flipped over onto your back, your e-reader clattering to the concrete pool deck. You didn’t spare it a second thought as you settled onto your back on the cushions of the sun lounger and got comfortable with your body facing Andy’s window.

Long past caring about maintaining any sense of propriety, you spread your legs wide and shoved your hand back into your bikini, plunging three fingers into your wet, aching hole.

Your spine arched up off the lounger at the sudden, delicious intrusion, and you threw your head back, a breathy whimper falling from your lips. You could only hope that it carried across to Andy’s window and not through the trees to your other neighbors, but you were too far gone to care if anyone else heard you.

Opening your eyes just enough to make sure the lawyer was still watching you, you found Andy standing in the window of his kitchen. A grin teased at the corners of your lips when you found you still had a rapt audience, and you decided to give him even more of a show.

The fingers of your free hand hooked around the neckline of your bikini, and you pulled the fabric down until your tits popped out. Your nipples, hard and peaked and begging for attention, were bared to the sweltering summer heat, and you arched your back, shoving them toward Andy’s window as if in offer. 

For a moment, you left your tits on display, giving your neighbor a chance to look his fill, then you began to play with them. You teased and plucked your nipples, dragging them away from your body so your soft flesh bounced back. Your chest heaved and you gasped for breath as sparks of pleasure went straight to your clit. 

Groping one of your soft breasts, you pinched your nipple roughly enough that you felt your pussy pulse around your fingers, more desire dripping into your palm. It felt so good, you had to bite your lip to keep quiet and not draw the attention of anyone else, but that only made you hotter, knowing you were putting on a show for Andy only. 

Spreading your thighs wider and hiking your knees up toward your chest, you focused again on fucking your needy pussy. Your fingers and slit were still mostly hidden by your bikini, but it was obvious what you were doing, your hand moving beneath the fabric as you pumped your fingers into your greedy hole.

You fucked yourself so fast and hard, your body was writhing uncontrollably on the sun lounger, your other hand playing mindlessly with your nipples. Your pleasure ratcheted higher and higher, and still, Andy’s shadow lurked in his kitchen window. You could feel his eyes watching your every move.

You stared right back at him from behind your tinted sunglasses, working yourself up to the edge of your release. For one long, desperate moment you hung suspended in your pleasure. 

Your lips, swollen from biting them to stay quiet, formed a single word: Andrew.

And then you rubbed your thumb over you clit and made yourself cum. 

Your mouth fell open on a silent scream as every muscle in your body pulled taut. Pleasure burst through your core and radiated out in blissful waves, your arms and legs beginning to tremble under the sheer force of your release. Your shoulders squirmed and your hips bucked against your hand, your thighs quivering as you succumbed to the pleasure.

When the last overwhelming waves of your release ebbed, you sucked in a deep breath and relaxed back onto your lounger. Your fingers were still idly stroking your clit and making your limbs jerk and shudder from the overstimulation while a dazed smile curved your lips. 

Lazily, you dragged your eyes back to the kitchen window of the Barber house. You watched the smudge of shadow standing there drain his coffee mug and set it into the sink. Then he disappeared. 

A few minutes later, his side door opened and closed, and you heard his car. It was just like every other morning, and you had to blink a few times, as you heard his car drive away through the neighborhood, before it dawned on you that he really left.

Andy had left for work—he’d left you, with your hand still shoved between your thighs after you’d given him a show unlike any other. Despite the sated, loose feeling in your body, your stomach sank with disappointment.

You’d tried not to get your hopes up that your latest show would finally prompt a response from the serious lawyer next door, but it was still disheartening to realize he hadn’t been swayed to act. You couldn’t possibly have made it clearer that you wanted him, and he’d just…gone to work like it was any other morning.

Hot frustration and burning anger flared in your belly, chasing away the remnants of your pleasure until all that was left was a sour, used feeling. You didn’t like it, so you shoved yourself up from the lounger, tottering for a moment on weak legs. Before you could fall back down, you locked your knees and stood tall. 

You’d had enough of Andy Barber and his passive participation in whatever this was between the two of you. 

Righting your bikini, you dove into the pool and let the cool water block out the rest of the world while you fumed to yourself. You wanted more from Andy than him being a passive audience while you put on a show for him, but since neither of you had spoken about your morning peep shows, you didn’t know how else to tell him.

You’d thought that escalating from laying out in your skimpiest bikinis to getting yourself off in front of him, and mouthing his name while you came, might’ve prompted him to do something. But no. Apparently Andy was happy with just watching—and, unfortunately, you were not. Not anymore. You wanted more.

So you decided you were done. You were done giving your neighbor a free peep show every morning. No matter how much you liked him and wanted him to make the next move, it wasn’t worth it if you were just going to end up feeling used. 

Instead, you were going to go back to the way things were before the summer had changed everything. You’d act as if he were any of your other neighbors. You knew how to be a good neighbor, so you’d be friendly, of course, but that was all.

Resolved, you emerged from the pool and quickly dried off, attempting to push all thoughts of Andy from your mind.

So you’d wanted him more than he’d wanted you, big deal. You told yourself you’d get over it as you cleaned up your things from the pool deck and headed inside, assured that your decision to back off was the right one. 

If Andy Barber wanted something from you—whether it was another show, a cup of sugar, or anything else—he was going to have to ask. Nicely.

For the rest of the week, and all of the next, you refused to lay out by the pool in the mornings while Andy Barber would typically be drinking his coffee. 

It was a sudden break in your routine, and you missed it more than you expected, but you were determined not to be a free peep show for the lawyer next door—at least, not until he did something.

Each morning, you made your coffee and curled up in the cozy little breakfast nook tucked into the corner of your kitchen. It had a padded bench seat set into a bay window overlooking your backyard. And the best part was that you were completely hidden from Andy’s house.

Assured in the knowledge that you’d removed yourself from the lawyer’s mornings, you’d enjoyed sipping your coffee and reading your books. 

Unfortunately, you’d had to trade your spicy romance novels for mystery thrillers, otherwise you’d have become so pent up, you’d have been liable to break your resolve and march over to Andy’s house to demand he touch you. But it was a sacrifice worth making.

So you read your mystery books and drank your coffee and enjoyed the morning sunshine as much as you could. 

All told, you enjoyed the new pattern of your mornings—and, on the bright side, you were getting much more reading done. 

Still, you couldn’t help but miss Andy Barber. Even after only a few days of your new routine, you missed the electric feeling of his eyes on your body. You missed how desirable you felt when he watched you in your skimpy swimsuits. 

What you didn’t miss, though, was the uncertainty over how he felt about you. It was clear he liked to look at you, and watch you, but was that all he wanted? Until you knew for sure, you’d stick to your new morning practice of reading and drinking your coffee in your breakfast nook. 

As time went on, August began to wane, the days becoming shorter and the nights growing colder, giving you a natural excuse for your change in routine. Soon it would be time to close up your pool for the season, and you tried not to feel disappointment over the realization that you may never have a thrilling morning with Andy again.

Those thoughts were swirling around in your mind as you rose from bed on the second Saturday after you’d given Andy a special show. Even more than a week later, you were still getting yourself off regularly to the memory of being on display for your neighbor. 

You wished desperately to do it again, but you reminded yourself, it was time for Andy to make some kind of move. You’d put yourself out there, given him a spectacular show, and it was time he reciprocated—whether that was a simple thank you…or an invitation to dinner. You weren’t picky.

Since it was the weekend, you were rising later than you would during the week, and by the time you made it downstairs, ready to start your day, you already heard a lawnmower going nearby. It sounded close, like it might be at the Barber house.

Drifting to your back door, you were treated to the sight of Andy mowing his lawn. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, thick biceps and tapered waist. It was paired with a pair of jeans so worn they were hugging his ass and thighs in a way that made you momentarily jealous.

Andy Barber was undeniably the man of your dreams and it took only one look at him doing something as domestic as mowing the lawn to bring back all your desire for him. 

You tried to push that desire aside, but you couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from your back door or the sight of him working hard in the bright morning sun.

It was hotter outside than it had been most of the week, but that didn’t seem to be stopping the lawyer. He did, however, pause for a moment to lift his shirt and wipe the sweat that had gathered on his brow.

You got a glimpse of golden skin and dark hair, trim muscles padded with a layer of softness that belied the strength beneath. You wanted to be pinned under Andy’s broad chest, his warm skin pressed against yours while he slid inside your tight heat—

Arousal bloomed and swirled through your body, but you fought against it. You tried to tamp down on the desire Andy’s little peep show had inspired, knowing it would lead nowhere good, and attempted to tell yourself to leave him to his mowing. 

However, no matter how much you knew you shouldn’t watch, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight in front of you. Not when Andy was giving you such a glorious peak at his bare chest—and it looked even more enticing than you’d ever imagined.

When he finally dropped his shirt again, you mourned the loss of his bare chest, but you were distracted by his movement. Andy was raising his head and glancing at your door, almost like he was checking to see if you’d been watching.

Unfortunately for you, it was obvious that you were. You were standing so close to the glass, you were certain he could see you. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he lifted his hand in a friendly wave, a smile playing around the edges of his mouth.

Without anything else to do, you returned the gesture and waved back.

To your horror, Andy cut the engine of his mower, then strode over to your back door. You had precious few seconds to gather your wits and remember you were angry with him, and you used that time to open your door and arrange yourself so you leaned against the frame, your arms crossed over your chest.

You were still wearing one of the skimpy nightdresses you liked to sleep in, a thin robe thrown over and loosely belted around your waist. It was already slipping down one of your shoulders, the front gaping open, and the way you crossed your arms only managed to push your tits up higher, putting them on display as Andy approached.

Even from a slight distance, you could see the way his gaze drifted down to your chest, lifting quickly back to your eyes. A hint of pink tinted his cheeks above the edge of his dark beard that you suspected wasn’t from the heat of the sun or the exertion of mowing.

It occurred to you that the polite thing to do was cover up more, but you didn’t want to. You liked the feeling of Andy’s eyes on you too much. Besides, he’d already seen more of your body than was on display in that moment. 

It wasn’t like you were shy, so if he was uncomfortable, he could ask you to cover up—though you suspected he wouldn’t. He liked looking at you just as much as you liked him looking at you.

When he was a few paces away from your door, Andy came to a stop and bid you a good morning, which you returned in a neutral tone. You watched him warily, wondering if he was going to bring up what had been going on between the two of you, or the fact that you’d disappeared from his mornings without warning.

You needn’t have worried, though, because he simply asked if you wanted him to mow your lawn once he was done with his own. It was the question of a good neighbor, but your stomach still sank at the mundanity of it. There was no acknowledgement that you might be—or become—more than simply neighbors. 

But you hid your disappointment, giving Andy a small smile and a nod of thanks as you told him you’d appreciate it if he mowed your lawn. It would save you calling in a landscaping company.

He turned like he was going to go, and you had to fight to keep the frown off your face. But then he stopped himself, and spun back to you. 

His blue eyes were sharp and assessing as they raked over your face, his jaw working like he was chewing on something he wasn’t sure he should say. Finally, though, he voiced what he’d been thinking about.

“I noticed you haven’t been out by your pool in the mornings,” Andy said, his tone leading in that way of people who wanted to ask you a question but didn’t want to say the words. 

Half of you was relieved and excited that Andy was finally addressing the sudden change in your morning routine, but the other half was annoyed that he didn’t seem willing to talk about it directly. You would’ve rather had a frank conversation, but if he wanted to speak about it in vague terms, you could do that.

“It’s been getting colder in the mornings,” you said, trotting out your planned excuse as you offered him an indifferent shrug. But leaving it at that seemed like a disservice, so you continued. “Besides, the summer sun is a thankless audience, and I’ve grown tired of our one-sided relationship.”

You probably could’ve been more subtle if you’d tried, but you were too annoyed and frustrated to try. You delivered the comment while staring Andy dead in the eye, letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that you were talking about him. 

To his credit, Andy seemed to understand your meaning, because he stumbled back a step and his mouth fell open, as if your words had hit him like a blow. His eyes flicked back and forth across your face, like he was reading your thoughts in your unwavering stare.

After a long beat of silence, Andy looked away. He stared off into the distance, his jaw working again and his hand raking frustratedly through the hair at the back of his head. Eventually, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked back at you, meeting your gaze.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, his tone impossibly soft. It made your heart ache even as your anger flared.

A scoff fell from your lips before you could bite it back, and you shifted onto your feet so you were no longer leaning against the doorframe. Andy’s eyes fell to your lips, then dipped lower to your tits again, before darting back up to meet your stare. 

You pressed your lips into a firm line and watched him, trying to figure out what you should say. You could call him a creep and a perv for watching you get yourself off in youf backyard, but you’d known exactly what you were doing—and you’d done it for him.

You could tell him that you wanted something more—you wanted whatever was going on between the two of you to escalate, whether that was in the form of going out on a date, or using each other for casual sex to blow off some steam. You weren’t particularly picky.

But what you landed on was: “You certainly didn’t do anything right.”

Your words came out sharper than you’d intended, and Andy flinched, but you didn’t take them back. Besides, he was already nodding like he knew you were right.

While you watched, Andy opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but stopped. He did that a few times, glancing around your yard, until his eyes landed on your pool. He seemed to go still, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head, but you couldn’t even begin to fathom what he was thinking.

Finally, he turned back to you, and nothing could’ve prepared you for what came out of his mouth next.

“It’s a real scorcher today,” he said, sounding almost like his normal, friendly self again, but there was something else in his tone, something you couldn’t pinpoint. “Do you mind if I use your pool when I’m done mowing? I’m sure I’ll need a dip to cool off.”

You were entirely thrown off balance by the abrupt change of subject, and for a long moment you gaped at the handsome lawyer, wondering what on earth had prompted the question. 

Shaking the confusion from your mind, you crossed your arms tighter in front of your chest and gave another shrug. If Andy didn’t want to talk about things between the two of you, that was fine. You weren’t going to force him to have a deeper conversation. 

“Sure,” you said coolly, already pulling back and retreating into your house. Before you shut your door, you caught Andy’s eye and said, in an icy tone, “Don’t get grass in my pool.” Then you closed the door and walked back into your kitchen, disappearing from his view as you headed to make coffee.

Sneaking a look through the window over the sink, you saw Andy lingering at your back door, his eyes squinting against the sun as he surveyed your yard. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought he was looking at the trees lining your property and blocking it from the view of your neighbors. 

Briefly, you wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking, but you pushed those thoughts aside, resolving to think less about Andy Barber. You focused back on your coffee and refused to think about the hot lawyer next door while it brewed and you fixed it the way you liked.

By the time you’d settled into the breakfast nook with your coffee and a book, Andy has resumed mowing. The rumble of the engine was distant enough that it lulled you into comfort, and you opened your book, endeavoring to think about something besides your hot neighbor. 

Despite your frustrating and unsatisfying conversation with Andy, you were able to get lost in your book. You read for a long while as the roar of the lawnmower moved back and forth across your yard. In fact, you were so immersed, you were barely aware when the constant rumble suddenly ended.

It wasn’t until you heard a nearby splash that you looked up—and sucked in a gasp at what you saw.

Andy Barber looked like your naughtiest dreams come to life as he swam laps in your pool, his arms and legs moving in perfect sync to propel his large body gracefully through the water. And the best part was, he’d stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in only a pair of skintight navy boxer briefs.

Greedily, you watched Andy swim, your book and coffee completely forgotten as you turned toward the large window overlooking your backyard so you could get a better look. It was a glorious sight, and your eyes couldn’t seem to decide where to focus—on Andy’s strong, thick arms or his bare, golden back or the hint of his perfectly shaped ass. 

Heat began to simmer low in your belly the longer you watched, pooling between your thighs, but you ignored it as best you could. You were intent on soaking up every second of Andy’s nearly naked body swimming in your pool, trying to commit the sight to memory so you could get yourself off later to it.

After a short while—too short in your opinion—Andy slowed to a stop in the deep end of the pool, which was right outside your breakfast nook. He acted as though he didn’t know you were there, pulling himself up onto the ledge so he sat facing you.

You were so distracted by the water sluicing down his golden chest, past the silver chain around his neck. Rivulets cascaded through the dark hair decorating his pecs and following their trail down to his stomach, that you barely noticed the way he glanced around. 

If you’d been paying attention, you might’ve thought it looked like he was checking to make sure your neighbors couldn’t see. 

But you didn’t notice where Andy was looking until his gaze landed on you, the heat in his blue eyes capturing your attention even through the glass of your window. 

Your breath caught in your throat, and you waited, excitement racing through your blood as you wondered what he was about to do. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long.

Andy spread his legs wider on the lip of the pool, one of his hands sliding down his chest before reaching into his soaking wet briefs and pulling his cock out. He was perfect—long enough to fill you up and thick enough to make you stretch to take him.

Your mind went blank as you stared at Andy’s cock, your mouth flooding with saliva as you were overcome with the urge to take his flushed red tip between your lips. You wanted to lick up every drop of chlorinated water from Andy’s cock and then see how much of his length you could fit in your throat. 

Before you could move to act on your fantasy, though, Andy leaned back and tipped his face up toward the sun, looking for all the world like he was just basking in the last remnants of summer. But he was also putting on a show just like the one you’d given him.

His hand fisted his thick cock and he stroked his hard length lazily, like he had all the time in the world to pleasure himself while he sat in your backyard on the edge of your pool. Somehow, that made it even hotter, because it meant the show was only for you.

Andy was so close that you could see the way he squeezed himself tight in his fist, and the way his thumb ran over the tip of his length, gathering his leaking precum and spreading it down the shaft. You could see the way it shone in the bright summer sunshine.

Despite the cool air of your kitchen, your body felt like it was being slowly consumed by burning desire. You could feel the thrum of your heartbeat between your thighs, and the way wetness had begun to drip into your panties.

You were infinitely grateful for the back of the bench seat in your breakfast nook, because it hid your lower body from Andy’s view. So even though he could see the way your eyes were focused intently on his dick, there was no way he could see your hand slipping between your thighs. 

The first brush of your fingertips against your soft, aching pussy made you gasp, your lips falling open and your breaths coming in faster pants. You traced the edges of your hole, following Andy’s lead and lazily teasing your weeping pussy.

It took every ounce of your self-control not to press your nose to the glass of the window in an attempt to get an even better view of Andy stroking his cock, but you were close enough. Your body leaned over the back of the bench seat, one hand gripping the cushion while the other played with your pussy. 

You couldn’t get enough of the sight of Andy Barber—the uptight, buttoned-up, 40-something lawyer next door—sitting beside your pool, fisting his cock and making a show of it like he was some sort of practiced star. The muscles in his forearms flexed, and his chest heaved as his pleasure grew, looking more and more unraveled by the moment.

Andy’s thighs shifted on the edge of the pool, opening wider so he could reach into his briefs and pull out his balls. He kneaded his heavy sac, a soft groan carrying on the breeze to you. It almost sounded like he was right next to you, and your pussy pulsed at the sound of his pleasure.

You sank two fingers into your tight, dripping hole, unable to bear the teasing touches any longer. You needed something to fill you up, and though you desperately wanted it to be Andy’s cock, you understood why you’d have to settle for your own fingers—because he was returning the favor of your show.

Hopefully you wouldn’t have to live without Andy Barber’s cock for much longer though. 

A helpless cry fell from your lips as you buried your fingers in your cunt, the sound soft enough you didn’t think it’d carry through the glass. But you’d forgotten you’d opened the windows to let in the sweet, late summer breeze.

Andy’s head lifted and he stared at you through the window, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as his crystal blue eyes stared into yours. 

You weren’t sure just how much he could see, if there was a glare on your window or if he could see directly into your kitchen. But you suspected it was the latter by the way his gaze was raking over your face, his eyes darkening as he took in the pleasure in your expression.

You stared back for a moment, then let your gaze drop down to where his fist was wrapped around his cock. He was stroking himself faster, his hand squeezing his shaft hard enough that there was a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip. Faintly, you could hear the soft, shlick sounds of his hand on his cock.

It was all so hot that you fucked yourself faster with your fingers, a pitiful moan slipping from your lips as your face scrunched up in pleasure. You tossed your head back and arched your spine, but forced your eyes open, so you could watch as Andy’s fist moved faster up and down his dick.

You tried to keep time with Andy so you could cum at the same time, but you were helpless to your pleasure. What you were doing was so hot—watching your neighbor jerk himself off in your backyard while you fingered yourself to the sight only a few feet away—you didn’t stand a chance of holding off your release. 

Too soon, the rising tension in your body snapped and you came. The waves of your pleasure swept you away, dragging you under the shimmering blissful waters of their overwhelming relief. Your shoulders trembled, and you curled in on yourself, soft cries falling from your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut.

A deep groan carried through your window, and you opened your eyes just in time to watch Andy cum. Bliss still pulsed through your body, your pussy clenching weakly on your fingers, as you watched the glorious sight of your neighbor succumbing to his own pleasure.

Andy’s cock throbbed in his hand, rope after rope of cum painting his golden belly white and making a mess in the soft hair dusted across his skin. Some of it dribbled down his shaft, coating Andy’s fingers as he continued to stroke himself, milking every drop of cum from his balls.

He was the picture of pleasure, his handsome face contorted with pure bliss, his throat working, that silver chain around his neck glinting in the sunlight, the muscles of his arms stroking himself through it. 

Desperately, you wanted to be with him, drinking his cum from the tip of his cock or licking it from his skin. You ached to know what it would feel like for Andy to cum inside you, to feel his hot seed filling your cunt. You wanted to share in your pleasure together.

When he was finally spent, Andy sagged back onto the hand propping him up, his shoulders sloping with relief while his chest heaved as he caught his breath. His gaze searched for yours through the window, and he shot you a wicked grin—one that made your belly swoop and your heart thump in your chest.

Of their own accord, your lips curved into an answering smile. 

For a long moment, the two of you lingered in your post-pleasure haze, basking in your shared depravity together while you caught your breath. Then, with a wink, Andy slipped back into the pool.

His movement finally broke you from your daze and you rose on shaky legs, making your way to the downstairs bathroom of your house to clean up. 

Ecstatic happiness swirled in your belly at what you’d just done—at the fact that Andy had finally done something to make it clear he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. But the giddy grin slipped from your face when you realized that, despite Andy putting on a special show for you, you still weren’t any clearer on where the two of you truly stood.

Sure, he seemed to be willing to reciprocate with a peep show of his own, but summer was still ending, and it would soon be time to close up your pool. That meant an end to the kind of shows you’d both put on. Did that mean the two of you would go back to being just neighbors? 

A knock at your back door dragged you out of your thoughts, and you finished up in the bathroom then padded back into your kitchen. You were surprised, but also gleefully excited, to find Andy.

He was dripping wet, no sign of cum left on his stomach, and you had to guess he’d cleaned up in your pool. You made a mental note to research later whether that was good for the pool or not.

When you opened your door for Andy, he smiled charmingly and asked for a towel, saying he’d forgotten to grab one before he took a dip and didn’t want to track water through his house.

You quickly grabbed one from the laundry room off your kitchen and handed it to him, a zip of electricity going up your arm when your fingers brushed. You smiled shyly at him, and he grinned back.

As Andy wiped the towel over his head, fluffing up his brown hair, you noticed he was standing closer than he had earlier when he’d come to your door. It made your heart flutter in your chest and you had to bite back a wider smile.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Andy asked, moving the towel down his chest and taking his time wiping the water from his skin. Despite your recent release, your body warmed with desire. 

You were so distracted by Andy’s bare chest, it took you a moment to process his words. When you did, you were a little surprised by his directness, but you couldn’t hold back the smirk that curved the edges of your mouth.

“I did,” you confirmed, tilting your head to the side and narrowing your eyes on him as if you were considering something. “Could use some work, though, maybe draw it out a little longer, make your audience really desperate for it.”

Andy’s eyes darkened and he flashed you a hungry grin before his face fell into a more serious mask. 

“I defer to the expert,” he said, bowing his head toward you. When he lifted his gaze again, he caught your eye and gave you a mischievous smirk. “Maybe next time you could come out and give me a few pointers?”

Your heart soared at the invitation in his words, and it took all of your self-control not to throw yourself into his arms and beg to give him those pointers right that minute. Instead, you worked to keep your composure and respond with a light, “Maybe I will.”

Andy grinned, then ducked down and dried his legs and feet quickly before handing the towel back. When you tried to pull it from his grasp, he held on. Your eyes flicked up to his in surprise, finding him smiling at you, warmth in his bright blue gaze.

“Tomorrow’s supposed to be another scorcher,” he said, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand and sending pleasurable tingles dancing up and down your spine. “What do you say I come over and use your pool again—I can give you another show…or we can do something else.”

Andy’s voice was laced thickly with suggestion, and your body responded immediately, arousal pooling heavily between your thighs. Your pussy pulsed like you were already counting down the seconds to tomorrow. 

“I’d like that,” you said, your voice breathless with excitement. 

“Good, it’s a date,” Andy’s grin widened and then he was letting go of the towel.

He turned to leave, but stopped himself and pressed a hand against your door frame, leaning in until he was close enough that you could smell the sun and chlorine on his skin. Your eyes widened and you stared at him with expectation.

“I hope you know,” he began, his voice low and rough, his eyes sincere as he held your gaze. “I was never a thankless audience—I got off to you every morning before I went to work. I just didn’t know if you’d want to know that.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence. It had never occurred to you that the time between when Andy would disappear from his kitchen window and leave his house, he’d been stroking his cock to the sight of you. Knowing that made happy butterflies swirl in your stomach, and your lips curved into a please smile.

“I did,” you said, then quickly corrected yourself. “I do.”

Andy nodded, his expression serious for a moment, then he seemed to come to some sort of decision.

He leaned in and brushed a kiss to your cheek, your body lighting up at the way his coarse beard rasped against your skin. It was such a contrast to the feel of his soft lips that you couldn’t help but think about his mouth on other parts of your body.

Before you could get lost in another fantasy, Andy was pulling back, his blue eyes warm with affection as he gently cupped your cheek and swiped a thumb over your skin. Goosebumps rose up and down your arms at his tender touch.

“See you tomorrow, sunshine,” he rumbled, and then he was stepping back. He held your gaze as long as he could, then gathered his clothes and strode back over to his house.

Excitement flooded your body as sure as the arousal pumping through your veins. Andy Barber wanted to see you again, and do something more! You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

The next day dawned bright and beautiful, and warmer than it had been all week. Summer was putting up a fight against the oncoming fall, and you were glad for it—for what it meant.

For a little while, you lazed in bed after waking, basking in the excitement for what was to come on that particular Sunday. Your neighbor, Andy Barber, was going to come over, and the two of you were finally going to do something about the desire-filled tension between you.

Giddy with enthusiasm to start your day, you hopped out of bed when it was still early in the morning, especially for the weekend. But you’d waited as long as you could, so you eagerly got ready with a bounce in your step and a smile on your face. 

From your closet, you pulled the skimpiest bikini you owned, one that was little more than tiny scraps of fabric held together by thin strings. It left nothing to the imagination, and it gave you a sense of satisfaction to imagine how the buttoned-up lawyer-next-door would react to seeing you in it.

Flouncing downstairs, you paused only briefly to make an iced coffee and grab one of your smutty romance novels before making your way outside.

The patio around your pool was drenched in warm, golden sunlight, a soft breeze blowing through your yard to keep the heat bearable. You took a deep breath, soaking in the scent of freshly mowed grass and the late summer flowers of your garden—a mix of zinnias and black-eyed susans. 

You loved this time of year, when the high heat of summer had burned off, leaving the smoldering, delicious warmth of August’s cooler nights and bright sunny days. If you could live your entire life in one slice of a season, it would be this.

Bubbly joy filled your chest and a bright grin was spread across your face as you made yourself comfortable on your favorite sun lounger—the one that had a perfect view of the kitchen window in the Barber house. 

You didn’t see the smudge of shadow that meant Andy was inside, which sent a tiny pang of disappointment curling through your belly, but you reminded yourself it was still early. Perhaps the 40-something lawyer needed to sleep in after all the excitement of yesterday.

That thought had you smirking to yourself and you flipped your book open to a page you knew well. You’d read this particular romance novel before, so you knew exactly where to find your favorite smutty sex scene. Settling into the lounger, you sipped your coffee and began to read.

By the time you felt the familiar electric current zip down your spine that meant Andy Barber was watching you, your body was already warm with desire. The book had done the trick and your arousal was already making a mess of the scrap of fabric between your thighs.

Lifting your eyes from your book, you caught a glimpse of Andy’s shadow in the window of his kitchen before he disappeared. It was so much like those mornings when he’d disappeared after simply watching you that your heart dipped unpleasantly, but it perked up a moment later when Andy stepped out his back door.

Your body shifted on the sun lounger, almost without your notice, crossing your legs enticingly and arching your spine so your tits were pushed up, straining against the thin strings of your bikini. Your nipples were already hard and aching, clear as day against the thin fabric of your suit.

The closer Andy got, the more his expression darkened with desire. His blue eyes were raking unabashedly over your body, feasting on every inch of exposed skin like it was a meal only for him—which, of course, it was. Surely he knew that by now…

“Is this all for me, sunshine?” Andy rumbled, his voice gruff with barely leashed lust as he came to a stop next to your lounger, casting a shadow across your face. 

Setting your book aside, you skated your fingertips teasingly up your thigh and over your hip, toying with the ties of your bikini for a moment before moving higher. You heard the hitch in Andy’s breath when your fingers traced the curve of your tits, and a smile tugged slowly on the corners of your lips.

“It’s always been all for you, Mr. Barber,” you said huskily, catching Andy’s eye and arching your body toward him in a sensual, lustful presentation.

For a moment, Andy’s jaw just worked, the muscle popping as he chewed over what to say. While you waited for him to decide, you were gratified to see the bulge growing in his jeans. Your fingertips lightly teased your aching nipples, your smile growing when his cock twitched in his pants.

“You’re too good for me, sunshine,” Andy murmured, and the tenor of his voice had the breath rushing out of you. 

The fear that Andy might pull away before you’d ever really had him struck deep in your heart and you sat up quickly, grabbing his hand. You laced your fingers through his until your palms were pressed together and you peered up at him, letting him see the genuine honesty in your eyes as you spoke.

“I want this, Andy,” you said, squeezing his hand lightly before pulling it to your chest. You pressed the back of his hand against your sternum, so he could feel the way your heart raced. “I want you.”

“You want a divorced, 40-something lawyer who works too much and has no idea how to do this anymore?” Andy asked, gesturing between the two of you with his free hand, bitterness dripping from his tone. His face was guarded, but you could’ve sworn you saw something deep in his eyes, something that looked like hope.

Spurred on by that spark in his gorgeous blue eyes, you pushed yourself up to standing, gratified when Andy didn’t step back. Your bodies were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a moment, you basked in the feeling of him. It was the first time you’d ever been so close.

Andy Barber was hotter than the sun in his simple jeans and t-shirt, a hint of the silver chain he wore around his neck peeking out. You couldn’t help the way your body swayed into him, not quite touching, but aching to. Instead, you squeezed his hand again, still holding on.

“I want the man who’s my hot, friendly, charming neighbor, the generous man who always offers to mow my lawn or carry my groceries even when he’s busy,” you said, speaking slowly to make sure Andy heard every word you said. “I want the man who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every time he looks at me—the one who drives me so wild that I’ve been showing off for him all summer hoping he’d finally take a hint and ask me out.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt laid bare after your pronouncement. You felt so much more vulnerable admitting your feelings than you ever had showing off your body, and you wondered briefly—morosely—if Andy would leave you hanging like he did all those other mornings.

Andy was quiet for a long time, his eyes searching your face like he was looking for any hint that you weren’t being entirely truthful. However, you had nothing to hide. You’d told him how you felt, how you’d been feeling all summer, and it was up to him to figure out how to handle it.

“He sounds like kind of an idiot,” Andy rumbled, raking his free hand through his fluffy brown hair. The gesture was uncertain, but there was a glimmer of humor in his gaze, and in the flickering corners of his mouth. “Maybe you’d be better off with someone else.”

You could hear the insecurity in his tone, and a sad smile curved your lips. He’d barely finished the sentence before you were shaking your head. 

“He’s the one I want,” you said simply, closing the distance between your bodies and pressing lightly against Andy’s chest. For a second, your head spun at the exhilarating feeling of him, but you refocused, pressing his hand to your sternum again. “My heart’s set on him.”

Andy took a deep breath, his chest rubbing against your aching nipples and sending a delicious shiver down your spine. It took all your self-control to hold yourself back from rubbing against him and begging him to fuck you. Somehow, you knew Andy just needed time, so you gave it to him.

“Well, sunshine,” Andy murmured, cupping your cheek in his big palm. His touch was cool compared to the warmth of the sun and you nuzzled into him, your eyes going heavy-lidded as you stared into his handsome face. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” you said quickly, just to drive your point home that you were sure. 

You were rewarded with Andy’s soft smile and his even softer, “Alright.” He ducked his head, pressing his forehead to yours.

Inside your chest, your heart soared. Andy Barber was finally going to give you what you wanted—him. You were so sure he was going to kiss you, a buzzy awareness filling your body as you tipped your head back, ready to slant your lips to his. You could taste the coffee on Andy’s breath, and you wanted to lick the taste from his lips.

But before your mouths could connect, Andy was pulling away, leaving you feeling bereft. A cry of protest rose in your throat, but you swallowed it down when he dropped a quick kiss to your knuckles, which stopped you from feeling too disappointed. 

There was a smirk flirting around the edges of Andy’s mouth, and there was a heated promise in his gaze as he stared at you. It only took a second for you to realize that Andy wanted to have a little fun before you took things further—and he’d rightly guessed that if you kissed, you didn’t know if you’d be able to stop yourself from jumping him.

“How about that dip in the pool?” Andy asked, back to his charming, friendly self—back to the game the two of you had been playing. “It’s another scorcher today, and I could use a little relief.”

It was on the tip of your tongue to tell Andy that you needed some relief from the heat swirling in your core, but you were too curious about what he was up to. So you let him pull his hand from yours and gestured welcomingly to your pool. “By all means…”

Then, right in front of you, Andy Barber began to strip. 

Reaching behind his back, he tugged his shirt over his head, ruffling his fluffy brown hair and revealing the wide expanse of his broad, golden chest. There was so much to look at, and all you could do was stare.

Andy’s shoulders were deliciously broad, his pecs covered in a dusting of dark brown hair that led down to his belly, and even further down… His skin was also decorated in a smattering of freckles that ran up his toned arms and across his collarbones, which were highlighted by the silver chain he always wore.

There was a layer of softness to Andy’s body that belied the strength you knew resided in his corded muscles, and it only made you ache for him even more. The tight coil of need in your belly wound even tighter as your gaze followed the path of hair down to his belly, where it disappeared into his jeans.

“Ya like what ya see, sunshine?” Andy asked, his tone friendly and teasing, but there was an undertone to it that revealed his own lust. It occurred to you, suddenly, that he liked it when you looked at him just as much as you liked the feeling of him watching you. 

The realization had your mouth curving into a smirk, and you wrenched your gaze up to Andy’s face to let him see the naked desire in your eyes. 

“Oh, I like it very much, Mr. Barber,” you murmured huskily, teasingly skating your fingertips down your sides to play with the ties of your bikini. “I’m feeling a little hot and bothered, might need to join you in the pool.”

At that, Andy grinned, his eyes dipping down your body to rake appreciatively over the way you looked in your skimpy bikini. It made you practically glow with pride and you grinned back, your own gaze greedily wandering his body.

In his jeans, Andy’s cock was hard and bulging, and you could imagine it was beginning to get uncomfortable. It was a good thing, then, that he made quick work of shucking off his jeans and socks, leaving them with his shoes by the sun lounger beside yours. 

Andy reached out, brushing his fingers over the back of your hand as he walked past, moving toward the pool. His touch sent tingles dancing through your body, and you desperately wanted to grab him and drag him back, but you wanted to see how this played out first.

“Join me whenever you want, sunshine,” Andy said, before pausing next to you and catching your eye. “Until then, enjoy the show.” He brushed a quick kiss to your cheek, his beard rasping against your skin and sending a shiver of delight down your spine.

Then he was gone, strolling to the edge of the pool and executing a smooth dive into the cool water. 

Your legs felt weak, all the blood in your body rushing between your thighs, where you were throbbing with need, so you sank down onto your sun lounger. You watched with breathless anticipation thrumming in your blood as Andy cut a clean line through the water, swimming laps like he didn’t have a significant bulge between his thighs.

You were too riled up to sit still for long, and when you couldn’t stop squirming on the lounger, you gave up the pretense of watching to walk to the edge of the pool. There, you sat down, dipping your feet into the pool and letting its coolness give you some relief. 

For a little while, you watched Andy swim laps, his golden skin a contrast to the bright blue water. Leaning back on your hands, you kicked your feet idly as you watched him unabashedly, your eyes taking in the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin, the curve of his trim waist and the perfect flex of his ass and thighs.

When he finally came to a stop, treading water in the middle of your pool, he looked around and grinned when he found you sitting on the edge. Swimming over, his hands gripped the lip of the pool on either side of your hips, a shameless grin on his handsome face. 

Andy made a show of looking at you, his eyes lingering on the plushness of your thighs pressed against the stone edge before dragging slowly up to your tits and peaked nipples. His gaze felt like a physical caress, it was so intent on your body, and your tits bounced a little as your breathing quickened.

Finally, Andy’s eyes collided with yours, and you sucked in a gasp at the sheer amount of heat in his gaze. It perfectly matched the desire burning in your belly. You wanted to jump him so bad, but you tried to act as if you were indifferent to the hot older man in front of you.

“How’s the pool? Refreshing?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the tension swirling thickly around you and your neighbor. However, your voice was so breathless, you still sounded as if you were panting like you were in heat. 

Andy noticed, the corner of his mouth curving up into a ridiculously self-satisfied smirk. The expression was so distinctly masculine, it made your core clench and you squirmed a little, pressing your thighs together for some semblance of relief. 

“It’s perfect,” he purred and you nearly trembled at the seductive heat in his voice. “And it’s even nicer with you sitting on the edge, looking so pretty in your little swimsuit while you watch me.”

“Andy.” His name was a helpless exhalation, your heart racing faster in your chest the longer you stared at your handsome neighbor. Up close, you could see the fine lines around his blue eyes, and a little smattering of gray in his beard. 

The evidence of Andy Barber’s age was a reminder that he was older than you, but it also made him all the more handsome in your eyes. You swayed toward him, pushing your tits out as if in offer, and he let out a little growl of desire.

“What do you want, sunshine—want to give me some of those pointers on how to improve my show,” Andy began, his voice as low and rough as gravel. “Or do you want to join me in the pool and let me get some hands-on experience with how to please you?”

Your brows winged up and your eyes widened with delight at the second option Andy presented. It didn’t take you more than a second of thought to decide you wanted your neighbor’s hands on your body—and you hoped desperately that led to his cock in your cunt.

The question was barely out of Andy’s mouth before you were slipping into the pool. He stepped back and straightened his arms to give you room, but didn’t move his hands from the edge of the pool. That meant that as you slid into the water, your body rubbed against his bigger, sturdier frame.

Andy held your gaze the entire time, your body rioting with sensation at the drag of his hard muscles against your softer, plusher body. His blue eyes darkened and it felt like your skin was engulfed in flames, even as the cool water of the pool swirled around you.

Once your toes touched the bottom of the pool, Andy crowded you into the side, pinning you between the tiled wall and his hard body. Your hands rested on his biceps, distractedly learning the curve of his muscles, and you gasped softly when his bulge brushed against your belly.

“This is what you do to me, sunshine,” Andy murmured, his voice low as he pressed his hips forward, digging his hard bulge deeper into your softness. “You’ve been driving me wild all summer, making me fuck my first more than I have since I was a teenager.”

“Mm, it made me so wet knowing you were watching me,” you teased, winding your arms around his broad shoulders and lifting your legs to circle his waist. “I would’ve been more than happy to help you with your predicament, Mr. Barber.”

Your core settled against his thick bulge and you closed your eyes as pleasure burst through your body, a soft, helpless moan slipping from your lips. He felt so big and thick, you knew he was going to fit inside you perfectly, and your body was already aching for exactly that. 

Andy’s growl brought you back to the moment. “Stop calling me Mr. Barber like you’re the naughty girl next door,” he rumbled, his hands falling from the edge of the pool to grab your hips. He rubbed you shamelessly against his bulge, wringing a moan from you. “Or are you calling me that because what you really want is to call me daddy.”

Your pussy clenched and you clung tighter to Andy, humping against his bulge while you moaned in his ear, “Fuck, daddy, your cock feels so big and hard against my pussy.” You dragged your slit down the length of his dick, the scrap of fabric of your bikini already slipping to one side. “What are you gonna do about it?”

With a tortured groan, Andy captured your lips in a kiss, stealing the filthy words from your tongue and plundering your mouth for all you were worth. His fingers yanked on the strings of your top until he could pull it free and toss it onto the patio.

Then Andy was groping your tits and grunting his satisfaction into your mouth. His hands were so big and strong, his deft fingers pinching and plucking at your nipples, wringing soft moans and desperate whines from your mouth, which he greedily swallowed down.

Andy was quick to figure out what made your breath hitch and what had you moaning helplessly into his kiss; he put that knowledge to good use, turning you into a writhing mess in his arms.

All you could do was hold onto him, your arms tightening around his shoulders, your fingers carding through his soft brown hair. You raked your nails down his neck and across his shoulders, enjoying the way he shuddered against your body.

Andy’s mouth broke from yours to trail kisses down your jaw, nipping and teasing your throat while his beard rasped deliciously against your skin. It sent tingles of pleasure dancing through your body, leaving you to hump mindlessly against his bulge.

“Oh god, Andy, I need more,” you cried, burying your face in the base of his neck, mouth suckling on the skin just above his collarbone. He tasted like salt and chlorine and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough. “Please, daddy, I need you.”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you, sunshine?” Andy rumbled with a deep chuckle, the vibration teasing between your thighs. You rocked your hips, grinding harder against his bulge while he played with your tits. “Why don’t you tell daddy exactly what you need, and then maybe I’ll give it to you.”

You huffed a petulant sound at the teasing in Andy’s tone, but lifted your head to look him in the eye. You were gratified to see he was just as wrecked with lust as you were, and a smile flirted around the edges of your mouth at the realization that you were both in this moment together.

“I need you to fuck me, daddy,” you said plainly, growing impatient with all the games you’d played that summer. You felt like he’d been edging you for months, and you were ready for a good, hard pounding. “I need you to split me open on your fat cock and fuck me like a slut. I’ve waited so long—please, Andy, give it to me. I need it—I need you.”

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Andy groaned, kissing you again. His hands slid down your sides, fingers tearing at the strings of your bikini until the scrap of fabric was finally wrenched away. In the next moment, he was shoving his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard length.

Then Andy was lining up the head of his cock with your tight entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked folds. You were already drenched and dripping for him before you’d even gotten in the pool, and all the grinding against his bulge had only made you needier. 

Still, when he began pressing inside, it stole the breath from your lungs. 

“Oh god, Andy, yes, give it to me,” you babbled quietly in Andy’s ear, barely enough air to get the words out. You held him tight in your arms while he lowered your hips onto his cock, slowly impaling you on his thick length. “Daddy, daddy, please!”

“Jesus fuck, baby,” Andy grunted, shunting his hips forward until half his cock was hilted inside you. A high-pitched squeak tumbled from your lips and pleasure coursed through your body, pleasure singing in your blood at the burn of him stretching you open.

Distantly, you were aware that you were still in your backyard, which only offered an illusion of privacy, so you buried your face in Andy’s beard, muffling a moan into the coarse, dark hair. He was so big and thick inside you, making room in your tight cunt for his fat cock, that you were trembling in his arms from how good it felt. 

“Y’alright, sunshine?” Andy asked, one of his hands stroking up and down your spine in a soothing gesture. 

You nodded into his neck. “Feels sooo good, daddy,” you murmured, enjoying the way his cock twitched at the endearment. “Deeper, daddy, need you deeper, all the way—want you to fill up my tight cunt with your big daddy cock.”

Andy groaned like he was being tortured, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down on his cock. You stifled a scream into his beard, your mouth biting into his jaw through the coarse hair and making him grunt, his cock twitching inside you.

For a long, hazy moment you let your body adjust to the feeling of Andy’s cock buried inside you. It was such an intense feeling of fullness, and you already knew you’d never get enough of it. Andy Barber could stuff you full of his cock every day of your life and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Before too long, though, you grew impatient for the friction your body craved. You squirmed against Andy, trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but he pinned you more firmly against the side of the pool, keeping his cock buried deep in your tight cunt.

“Gimme a minute, sunshine,” Andy rumbled, his voice warm with affection as he pressed kisses to your cheek before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours. “I wanna savor this—the first time daddy’s cock is buried in his baby girl’s cunt.”

The filthiness of his words had a delicious shiver skating down your spine and an obscene moan slipping from your lips. You didn’t know which of you closed the distance between your mouths, but in the next breath you were kissing desperately, making out with your hot older neighbor in your pool while you were impaled on his cock. 

By the time Andy slowed the kiss, your body had relaxed in his arms. You were draped loosely around his sturdy frame, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, and your legs wound around his waist, ankles resting on the curve of his ass.

“That’s a good girl,” Andy cooed in your ear, smoothing his hands up and down your bare back. “Just keep daddy’s cock warm for a minute while he makes sure he doesn’t come too soon.”

Despite the loose, relaxed feeling in your limbs, you snickered into Andy’s beard. “Really showing your age, old man,” you teased, purposefully clenching around his cock and wringing a grunt from your neighbor.

He pulled back and gave you the harshest glare he could muster, which wasn’t harsh at all. If anything, it was adorable. But you gave Andy a sweet kiss all the same in apology. 

“I like it,” you murmured into his mouth, letting the truth spill freely. “I like knowing I have such an effect on you.”

Andy’s mouth curved into a smile against yours, and you could practically taste the affection on his lips. “You have no idea, sunshine, the effect you have on me,” he said, his words sounding like a promise. 

Before you could ask him what he meant, his hands were sliding under your ass and he began to move you on his cock. Your body was buoyed by the water, making you basically weightless, and Andy used that to his advantage, lifting you up and pulling you down on his hard length. 

“Be a good girl and take it, sunshine, take my cock like the pretty little slut I know you are,” he growled, fucking you in hard, deep strokes. With every thrust, the tip of his cock brushed against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and you gave yourself over to the sensation.

You threaded your fingers in Andy’s hair, holding on tight as he fucked you, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your tight pussy. When he hiked you up higher against his chest, his head ducking down so he could lick and suck at your tits, you squealed, the sound dissolving into a moan.

Curling around Andy’s big body, you buried your face in the crown of his head, trying to muffle your sounds of pleasure. You’d remembered far too late that even though the trees around your property shielded your yard from view, there was nothing stopping the noises of you and Andy fucking from carrying on the breeze.

Thankfully, it was still early on a Sunday morning, and most of the neighborhood wasn’t awake yet. Otherwise, you had no doubt someone would’ve been calling in a noise complaint to the HOA.

The pleasure in your core coiled tighter as you rushed toward your release. When your pussy was fluttering around Andy’s cock, he yanked you back down into the water and pinned you against the wall of the pool, pounding into you relentlessly. 

All you could do was take it, clinging on to Andy while he fucked you, moaning helplessly with every brutal thrust of his cock in your tight pussy. It wasn’t long before you were close, the sounds spilling from your lips becoming more and more high-pitched and desperate. 

“Daddy, please, cum inside me,” you begged, burying your face in his beard and whining your need into his sun-warmed skin. “I’m on birth control, just pump me full—please, Andy.”

“Fuck, yes, baby, daddy’s gonna fill you up,” Andy groaned, grinding his hips between your thighs. The movement had his cock stroking that spot inside you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit. “Cum for me, sunshine, wanna feel your perfect cunt milking my dick dry while your pussy sucks all the cum from my balls.”

“Oh god, Andy,” you cried, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle the piercing scream that spilled from your throat as you came. Your body convulsed in your neighbor’s arms, pleasure overwhelming your mind until all that was left was you and him and his cock inside your clenching pussy.

Your release triggered Andy’s, and he came a moment later, his mouth pressed against the side of your throat as he groaned his pleasure. You felt the bite of his teeth and it only sent your pleasure spiralling higher, making your release last even longer. 

Through your haze of pleasure, you felt Andy’s cock twitch as he spilled rope after rope of cum inside your pussy, painting your inner walls white. He groaned against your neck and held you crushed to his chest, his hips jerking as your body wrung every last drop from his cock.

It was everything you’d wanted—better even than all the fantasies you’d had about Andy Barber all summer, because it was real. He was really in your arms, his cock coming inside you, claiming you, his mouth murmuring sweet, possessive words against your skin.

“My girl, my sweet girl, my perfect girl.”

You hid your smile in Andy’s beard, nails digging into his skin as you clung on to him, your bodies writhing together and eking out every bit of pleasure you could. 

When you were both finally spent and exhausted, Andy carried you over to the tiled steps in your pool and collapsed, keeping both of your bodies submerged in the cool water. He leaned back, and you sprawled across his broad body, enjoying the feeling his chest hair teasing your nipples.

“Was that worth the wait, sunshine?” Andy asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice that had your heart clenching in your chest. His hands were lovingly stroking your back, but you could feel the tension in his body.

You lifted your head from where it had been laying against this shoulder and cupped Andy’s handsome face in your hands. Your fingers teased through his beard, nails scratching lightly at the skin beneath. He practically purred at the feeling and you had to bite back a bigger grin.

“It was everything I’d waited all summer for,” you said honestly, ducking forward and capturing Andy’s mouth in a sweet, decadent kiss. When you pulled away, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding a snarky comment: “I’m still waiting for you to ask me out, though.” 

Andy chuckled against your mouth, giving your ass an affectionate squeeze before his hand slid up your spine and wrapped around the back of your neck. He pulled you in for a kiss, this one all happy smiles and teasing nips. When you were sufficiently breathless, he finally pulled away. 

“Can I take you out to dinner tonight, sunshine?” he asked, a small smirk on his lips. 

You knew he had a right to look and sound self-satisfied—you were, after all, going to say yes. But you made a show of making him sweat a little. Leaning back, you tapped your chin, acting like you were checking your schedule in your head and thinking it over.

Andy chuckled at your antics and waited patiently, though he did start rocking his hips, fucking you in shallow, grinding thrusts that had your head going hazy with renewed pleasure. 

Finally, after another moment of his teasing rocking, you put Andy out of his misery. “I’d like that,” you said, your voice more than a little breathless, before leaning in for another kiss.

Andy’s relief and happiness were palpable as he kissed you. His mouth moved slowly, methodically, against yours, and it took you a moment to realize what he was doing—that he was deliberately exploring your body, taking the time you hadn’t given him earlier to learn you.

With a smile that he licked from your mouth, you settled in on Andy’s lap, kissing him back and reveling in the knowledge that you had all the time in the world to explore him and learn him in return. After so long spent dreaming about your neighbor, you were going to take your time getting to know him, and his body, better.

You spent the rest of the morning with Andy Barber, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the pool and the rekindling heat between your bodies. For a while, you kept his cock warm while you sat in his lap in the pool. When he was ready for another round, you rode him lazily, delighting in the pleasure of his cock inside you.

After, you recovered together on one of the sun loungers on your patio, where you told him about all the books you’d read that summer and he’d opened up about himself. The sun was dipping low in the sky, the afternoon bleeding into evening when you finally parted ways.

That evening, Andy took you out to a nice dinner, and you discovered you didn’t need to be wearing a skimpy bikini for him to rake his eyes appreciatively over your body. You just needed to be you.

Despite how much you’d talked during the day, you and Andy didn’t run out of conversation topics at dinner, and it was an enjoyable date. So enjoyable, in fact, that you went home with him afterward—though nothing much happened.

After such a long day spent in the sun, the two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch together instead of continuing what you’d begun in the pool that morning. At some point in the night, Andy led you up to his bedroom, and you fell back to sleep together, entirely entwined.

You woke the next morning with a smile on your face and Andy’s arms wrapped around your body. There was an autumn chill in the air, so you snuggled deeper into his chest, enjoying the way his arms tightened around you and held you close.

As summer turned to fall, your relationship with the hot older man next door deepened and turned into something profoundly meaningful. Andy Barber went from being a good neighbor to a good boyfriend—and, eventually, he became a good husband.