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Ding-dong!Ryan almost jumped off the couch, releasing his hard cock, without even the presence of mind to use his dry hand when he reached for the TV remote. The doorbell startled the fuck out of him, as would any such intrusive noise coming from outside the little shell into which he had retreated this particular morning.Wracked with nervousness, he transferred the remote hurriedly into his dry hand, frantically pressing at the power button. But the bottomless blonde on the TV kept bouncing lewdly and noisily up and down on a thick cock. She had gone to her friend’s house to go shopping with her, but her friend had forgotten and left with her boyfriend, so she was left standing there with her friend’s brother ogling her in her halter top and tiny shorts. Ryan forgot what the conversation was like, or wasn’t paying attention, but sure had been enjoying watching the ensuing XXX-rated blowjob and graphic display of the starlet riding the brother on the couch.After he got the remote turned the right way around and found the proper button, the sight and sound of the girl’s tight pussy getting fucked close up was replaced by dark silence. Ryan scurried down the hall toward his bedroom, his bouncing cock slick and slimy from his spit. As he retrieved a pair of gym shorts, his nervousness dissipated and his breathing became more regular. He wondered to himself why he was so worked up. No one could see what he was doing from outside, right? But still, the intrusion was quite a shock.Ding-dong!“Fuck,” Ryan muttered, as he realized he’d just put his t-shirt on backwards. He pulled it off and flipped it around as he made his way out out of his room toward the front door. He checked the TV again just to make sure, and yes, it was still off. He hadn’t had time to find underwear, so he was freeballing it in his gym shorts, his erection having lowered but still poking into the material uncomfortably. He adjusted his cock as he set his eye to the peephole.It was Miss Prestine from next door. Panic set in for a moment, his thoughts rushing toward a worst-case scenario. Maybe she heard the screams from the TV if he left a back window open and was checking to see if something was wrong? Maybe she had an emergency and would plead with him to perform CPR on her 90-year old visiting uncle? Whatever it was, he thought he had better open the door, because, fuck, he just banged his knee against it, so now she would know someone was in here and he couldn’t just hide.“Oh, hello, Miss Prestine,” Ryan greeted her, sheepishly, opening the door a crack.“Oh, thank goodness. I was hoping Mr. Tennyson was home? Or you. I have, um, something…. I hate to ask, but maybe someone could help me for a few minutes?” She was obviously agitated.“Um, sorry, my dad’s not home. He goes to the office now usually.” Ryan’s dad had been working from home for a few months as many other people had been, but he was back to commuting by this time. Same went for his mom. “My mom’s at work too.”“Oh, okay, well, maybe you can help?” She wasn’t dressed for work, just in a tank top and leggings, so she probably didn’t need a ride anywhere.Ryan opened the door further and tried to peer next door, wondering what the deal was, reluctant to offer assistance. “Um, what’s up?” he asked. He tried to stand sideways and hold his hand in a way that shielded his half-boner from his neighbor’s view. She was actually not bad looking for an older woman, and wow, when she turned and walked out toward the yard, that ass looked pretty nice in those tight pants below the shirt that ended just at her waist. He had admired her bahis şirketleri ass before, but never quite like this.She pointed out of his view, obviously wanting him to come look. He had to, even though he knew his boner would be noticeable unless he stood behind her or tried to hold his hand just right. Standing behind her ass in those tight pants sure wasn’t helping his cock to get any softer.“I had this delivery this morning,” she told him. There were two pallets with bags on them, and two huge pots with little trees that must have been five feet tall sticking out of them. “And they just left the shit there.” Sounding embarrassed by her language, she corrected herself. “The stuff there, in the street.”“Oh, that sucks,” Ryan replied.“They said they couldn’t carry it into the back yard because I didn’t pay for ‘delivery’, just ‘drop-off’ or some shit- um, something like that. So I was hoping …” her voice softened, “that maybe a strong young man was around to help me carry them into the back yard?”“Oh, um, sure, I guess. I can’t right now, I mean, it will be a few minutes.”“Oh, thank you, and sure, right, you might be in the middle of something, just, whenever.”“I mean, I have to put shoes on.”“You mean now, in a few minutes? That would be great.”“Sure, I guess. I can be over in a few minutes.”“Okay, great, thank you. Finish getting dressed, and—” she noticed the point in the front of his shorts, realizing she had not agreed with him about shoes, but rather commented about his dress in general. “Yeah, your shoes on, whatever you need.” She could tell he was embarrassed as he turned away, sure that he knew she’d seen a little more than she should have.“Alright, I’ll be over in a little bit,” Ryan said, almost hurrying inside. “Fucking… fuck!” he cussed himself audibly as the door clunked shut behind him. He couldn’t believe his neighbor fucking saw his boner. He wondered if things would be weird, if she would try to avoid him and shoo him away at the first opportunity after the heavy stuff was in the back yard, thinking his boner was for her instead of having been left over from jerking off to the porn he was watching.Ryan took a few minutes to get rid of the setup in the living room, disconnecting the external hard drive from the the USB port on the side of the TV, and grabbing the towel he had been sitting on from the couch. He had this morning all planned out, and was annoyed that it got interrupted. A few months ago, his buddy had showed him where to download archives of porn movies, so he had gotten a drive fairly full, and now that his parents were back at work and school had just let out for the summer, he could view porn for several hours per day some days. As a fairly industrious seventeen year old with one year left in high school, he was taking an afternoon summer class that would count for college credit next year, but he still had a bit of free time, and used it to indulge his continued exploration of sexuality by watching and masturbating to his growing porn collection.Stashing his hard drive in his room, Ryan selected a pair of snugly-fitting boxer briefs and the heaviest shorts he could find. If he started getting a boner again, he wanted something to suppress it. He smiled at his dirty thoughts, now that he’d had some time to sort out his nervousness and embarrassment. He wouldn’t be surprised if he did get another hard-on being around Miss Prestine for the next few minutes. She wasn’t bad looking for a mom – yes, she had a small son who was probably school age by now, so that made her a proper MILF – and he had on occasion fantasized bahis firmaları about fucking her.- | – | – | – | – | – | -Jennifer Prestine got busy in her back yard, moving some wood that was stacked against the fence, raking the old mulch away into a pile, clearing spaces for her new trees and plants. Ryan would be there in a few minutes, and she didn’t want to keep him for long, trying to arrange things so that he could just help her carry the trees to their spots, lug a few heavy bags, and then get back to his day.She giggled at herself for the naughty thoughts that popped into her head. That really was an actual semi-erection she saw in his shorts. It was unmistakable, and he was embarrassed, so she kind of felt bad for him. He hadn’t just woken up, like with a morning wood, had he? Or was it possible that he had a hard-on for her? She liked to think that she was decent looking, having kept herself in shape, especially after her divorce two years ago. Not that she fancied Ryan, although he had been developing into a fine young man, but it sure was a boost to her ego to think that just maybe she was able to attract the gaze of someone younger and more desirable than dirty old men.When Jennifer grabbed the last two scraps of wood and turned toward the house, there was Ryan, clattering through her gate to join her in the yard. He greeted her, hoping she wasn’t appalled at his display of horniness a few minutes ago.“Hi Ryan, thank you for your help. Should only be a few minutes.”“It’s being neighborly, Miss Prestine. No problem.”She raised onto her tiptoes and reached up to place the wood on the top of the shelving on the patio. “Oh, and call me Jennifer. Miss Prestine makes me sound old.” She bent down to grab two pieces of metal yard art, placed them on the shelf, and then took the last pieces of scrap wood.“Okay, sure, Jennifer,” he responded. “Sorry, but it’s just a polite thing. You sure don’t look old, that’s not what I meant.” She looked not just not-old, but pretty damn good, from where he was standing. Even in his fantasies, he hadn’t called her Jennifer, but that was probably because it highlighted their age and social difference, making the experience excitingly dirty. He recalled at least twice when he was face down on his bed, naked, trembling, fucking his mattress, whisper-moaning “oh yes, Miss Prestine, I’m cumming, oh, fuck, Miss Prestine,” while stuffing a hand towel under his erupting cock to protect the sheet from his spewing gushes of sperm.As she reached up to place the scraps on the top shelf, her shirt rode up, giving him a brief view of her bare midriff. She wasn’t as skinny as his teenage classmates, but if someone said she was in her twenties, he’d have believed them. Her toned tummy, lack of any kind of muffin top, and curvy but firm hips and ass, got his dick back to stirring in his pants again. By the way she was dressed, he imagined she worked out, or otherwise had some kind of exercise routine. Maybe he should try to find out when, and try to peek in her windows.“Okay, ready?” She walked over toward the flower beds along the fence, explaining, “I just finished clearing these spots. You can help me carry the stuff in here and I’ll show you where to put it.”Will you show me where to put this? Ryan adjusted his growing cock in his pants, relieved he hadn’t said that out loud. “Sure, I’ll put anything wherever you want.”“All right, let’s go,” she replied. She had half a mind to tell him that what he just said could be dirty and taken the wrong way, but she kept silent, not wanting to draw attention to it.Out kaçak bahis siteleri at the street by the pallets, she tried to move the the big bags of mulch and soil around, determining which she’d need him to carry. The mulch bags were bigger, but lighter, so she tried one of those. He threw a heavy bag of soil over his shoulder, and she hoisted up a bag of mulch. She was able to carry it okay, and decided to continue because she wanted to feel competent, confident, and mostly independent, certainly not wanting to fake the “I’m weak and need a strong man” play.With three of her trips to each of his two, they got all of the bags to the flower beds and started bringing the smaller trays of flower pots. Little did Jennifer know, Ryan was ogling her. He intentionally broke up his trips such that he could be behind her, admiring that toned ass while it plodded in front of him, excited for the glimpses of the bare skin of her tummy when she bent to pick the bags up and again to place them on the ground.Lastly, they needed to move the trees. They decided to pick them up by grabbing their pots on opposite sides and sidestepping together. Ryan’s eyes studied his older neighbor’s tits as she went. When he watched MILF porn, the women were always tall and had big, cushy asses and huge, fake tits, but Jennifer was maybe five-foot-five and fairly slim. And her tits were certainly not DD mature porn-star tits, smaller but still pretty full, just not enough to push out against the stretched material he’d seen in so many videos. She had on a second layer under her tank top, but probably not a sports bra, because her tits seemed supported and jiggling rather than being smashed flat into her chest.Jennifer felt him looking. She saw him looking. She was kind of repulsed at first, but by the time they were carrying the second tree, she felt a little excitement again. Rather than a dirty old man just wanting to get his jollies, here was a young guy who could probably get his fair share of perfect perky teenagers, who was definitely checking her out, she was sure of it.“Hold on, hold on, put it down,” Jennifer instructed him, and dropped her side of the pot. “Whew,” she breathed, not really sure she needed a break, but testing Ryan’s reaction. She bent down to touch her toes and run her fingers in the grass, half to stretch and half to give him a view down her shirt. Then she stood up straight and stretched her arms over and behind her head, half to relieve those muscles and half to lift her breasts for him.He noticed, trying not to stare as he caught sight of that tummy again and feeling his eyes tempted by those pert tits.Fuck, did I really just do that? Jennifer asked herself. I’m not really a fucking tease like this, am I?His cock lengthening in his pants, Ryan tried not to stare at her jiggling tits as they carried the tree the rest of the way.“Okay, thank you Ryan,” Jennifer smiled, wiping her forehead with a gloved hand. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. Maybe rang every doorbell in the neighborhood.”“Sure, no problem.” Ryan was looking forward to returning home to his porn, but the thought of actually interacting with a real live woman, even in a non-sexual way, was making him want to stay a bit. By now, he was sure that he’d jerk himself off to thoughts of her later today, so why not feed that fantasy some more images? Watching her bending over and squatting, maybe getting a few peeks down her shirt, would give him some wank material to think about, for sure. “Um, you need some help, like, are you going to plant them now?”“Oh, I can do it from here. I planned to spend part of the day back here. I think I’ve interrupted your day enough already.”“Oh, I didn’t know if you could get the trees out, if they were too heavy. The neighborly thing to do, if you still need some help.”

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