Some younger guys like MILFs but you older men love the young bratty babes. Just ask my neighbor. No seriously, he is an older guy. He’s at least forty and married, but his wife works a lot and looks like a serious prude. She must be, the way he always stares at me. Of course, being a brat, I can’t help teasing him, but before I even get to that, let me tell you how he brought himself to my attention.
It was pretty simple really, considering he lives right next door. When I’m home from college for the summer and my parents are at work, he is always outside. I’m sure he’s just waiting for me. Oh, he pretends he is doing something real like trimming the hedges or watering the lawn. But I know he’s only waiting to see if I’m coming out to get in the pool or sunbathe. He looks over into our yard way too much for him to actually be occupied doing something else.
But that’s okay, because that just made it all the more fun when he started speaking to me. He was making sure I saw him, no doubt. He would wave and smile and try to start a conversation. Word of warning to you potentials reading this, if you bring yourself to the attention of a bratty babe, be sure you can handle it.
So the teasing began.
It started out pretty basic. I answered him when he said hello one day. Not just a terse nod like I usually did, but really answered. I gave him a big smile and waved, asking him how he was doing. Commenting on how great his lawn looked made him smile right back at me. Yes, I nearly cracked up completely, but I controlled myself and continued to pretend he was holding my attention. After a few more pointed questions, I had all the information I needed. I couldn’t wait to to be a full-on cockease with this guy.
Apparently his wife worked about the same summer hours as my parents and he was a teacher at the local high school. That meant he didn’t have to work during the summer. This worked out perfectly for me. While his getting caught would be funny, my getting caught could cause problems.
The next time I saw him, I really kicked it into gear. Chatting and smiling with him while I slowly stripped off my clothes was fun. I stood before him in just my tiny bikini, and I do mean a tiny one. We’re talking a thong with a barely-there top, both pieces in a candy apple red that was impossible to miss. He nearly tripped over the hose when I finished undressing. I just stood there in front of him.
Bouncing a little bit on the balls of my feet, I announced how hot it was and dove into the water. Ignoring him while I swam around, I hope he felt I had forgotten about him. I knew that he was eager for attention, whatever I might give him. He was watching closely as I got out. Laughing inside, I let the top slip just a bit and pretended not to notice. It was fun giving him a sexy peek at my breast, just above my nipple, while chatting about how good the water felt. I really am such a bratty babe.
The grand finish to my game came a few days later. He was staring at me hard. By that I mean he was really checking me out and I could see his cock was hard. It was clear he had zero control over his cock. That was fun, so I decided it was time to really play with him. I motioned him over to my backyard.
“It’s so hot, it wouldn’t hurt to stick your toe in the water,” I hollered.
Of course, when he came over to the house and stood by the pool, I kept talking about the water and how nice and cool it was. Then I jumped in and oops almost lost my top! I encouraged him to get in, convincing him (again with a smile) that there was nothing wrong with taking off his clothes and getting in. He hesitated, but not long enough to count and soon was stripping down. Even though all I had on was my teeny bikini, he was naked and I was loving being a clothed woman with a naked man.
He was hard of course, and swam right over, pawing at me. I swam away laughing and teasing, before letting him almost catch me, again. By this time, I was hearing all about how hot I am and how he’s been thinking about touching me ever since he saw me when I got home from college.
Adding, “Now that you are in your 20s, you must know how hot you look to a man my age. Since I’m older,” he continued, “I know just how to take care of a girl like you. It would be amazing.”
I laughed again and told him, “I kinda doubt that, but thanks.”
Then I climbed out and tossed his clothes into his yard, announcing that his wife would be home in about ten minutes and I’d just heard my parent’s car pull in.
Then I yanked on my t-shirt and left him in the pool to figure out what to do.
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