The next morning, a warm, breezy Sunday, Emily was determined to see how far she could push the teasing. Completely surrendering to her sexual impulses, addicted to the thrill of safely showing off, she ransacked her dresser and closet and chose her “at home” wardrobe. Thin, light, frilly, sexy, and revealing were her weapons of choice. The torturous clothing known as undergarments was sequestered deep within the dark bowels of the dresser; they were no longer wanted or required.

Sunday’s weapons of mass seduction took the form of loose, light shorts. The buttocks-enhancing garment was reminiscent of the sexy, comfy pajama shorts that sometimes come with a matching camisole sleep top. Cut so high in the back that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were on display, and loose everywhere else, any stretching or bending revealed far too much ass and thigh. If she dropped to her knees, bent more than a little, or extended one leg, her juicy pussy or three-quarters of her ass was on display. It took some practice and posing, but she managed to work out the perfect, on-all-fours positions to show it all off at once.

Not wanting to look like she was intentionally dressing to thrill, Emily chose minimal makeup, but in stark colors, that gave her an almost ethereal look. Rather than brush out and style her long, light brown tresses, she tied them back with a red, paisley bandanna. A loose, flowing, sexy T-shirt in lavender finished her ensemble. It was an off-the-shoulder garment, which meant that it was billowy with a very wide, deep-cut neck, and the hem was short, exposing just a bit of her firm, taut stomach. Further experimentation revealed that if she bent down low, the neck gaped to the point that one could see down the shirt, including a fantastic view of her exposed, nude breasts.

“Perfect,” she told her brazenly sexy mirror image. “Now, I’m ready to go clean up my yard.”

As always, on the weekends, Vincent was up early and working on his yard. He built his yard fixtures, did all of his own grueling work, and seemed to take joy in it. She had no idea what he did for a living, but he did mention, once, long ago, that his remodeling of the interior and improving the exterior of his home was what he did to unwind. He waved, jauntily, at her when she emerged. Emily gave him a boisterous wave and smile, intentionally exaggerating her movements to make her unrestrained, braless tits jiggle. He noticed, but only gave the barest smirk and continued doing his thing.

Her entire day was spent teasing her neighbor, and her yard looked better than it ever had by the time she had finished. Although Vincent watched her with appreciation, never letting his stares venture into creepy predator territory, he seemed, otherwise, unaffected by her displays. His unwillingness to fall under her horny enchantment had two main effects.

Primarily, she was intrigued. It wasn’t as if he didn’t notice or didn’t watch when she put herself on display. Emily mused over the caliber of such a man, one that had no qualms about showing his enjoyment of and lust over her body, but was gentlemanly enough to not overstep the boundaries she’d set. She felt that her neighbor was a “real man,” the type that knew when and how to be gentle, and when the time to not be so chivalrous had come.

In addition to his addictive demeanor and casual attitude towards her teasing, his failure to be overtly affected made her fucking horny. It didn’t hurt her libido, at all, that Vincent’s body was drool-worthy or that his humor and personality were exactly the sort that she loved. But the fact that he’d politely admire her and never overstep any perceived bounds, made her pussy flow like nothing else ever had. It made her feel wanton and empowered. Completely safe in the situation, Emily stewed in her deep, torrid arousal and channeled it into her actions.

The sun was warm but not hot, but the heat emanating from her flesh caused little beads of sweat to crop up on her skin, some of it running into the crevices of her body, tingling her sensitive spots as it slowly trickled, cooling her body. Emily’s lust grew from tingling in her loins into a volcano erupting through her entire soul. With slicked thighs and her clothes adhering to her voluptuous contours, she teased, bent, stretched, and writhed on the ground as she toiled away.

Regretfully, after a hot shower, Vincent was nowhere to be found that night. Still, Emily fingered herself to multiple orgasms, imagining that he was watching her. A part of her intellect, the one that always warned her about being stupid or foolhardy, chimed in as she drifted near Slumberland. Her inner voice told her that she was going too far, too fast, and that she was mistaking her own optimism and hope for reality. Her inner sex demon told her conscious to shut the fuck up and enjoy the thrill of being able to blatantly tease somebody in real life.

The rest of the week was a blur of work, followed by escalating her teasing, nightly. While Emily still worked long, hard hours, her primal mind, still running on pure instinct, consumed her days. The desire to be seen trumped everything else in her life. Her coworkers even mentioned how much her mood had improved, some of them even hypothesizing that she had a new lover in her life. That was somewhat true; she had somebody new in her life that catered to her most secret, sexual desires.

Monday evening became Bikini Car Wash night, followed by Taco Tuesday, which involved her dressing in only a long, white T-shirt that she sometimes slept in, and answering the door like that when her food arrived. The young man that delivered her Mexican food almost had a heart attack when she opened the door. The white cotton T-shirt was thin enough that her nipples showed through the fabric, her brown tuft of neatly trimmed and shaped pubic hair also starkly visible.

She’d timed it perfectly. Half-eaten tacos on the table, she pushed them aside with her legs while watching a steamy, soft-core movie, the kind that’s disguised as a romance but is really all about people fucking. Just as her propped-up legs spread to allow her fingers to explore her wetness, Vincent came out, vaping, and went about his usual evening rituals. His eyes wandered all over the neighborhood, scanning down the street, focusing up the avenue, gazing at the sky and stars, and studiously examining his sidewalk landscaping. His vision cast its glow everywhere but through her open windows.

“Fucking see me,” she whispered, hoarsely. “I’m fingering my hot cunt just for you to enjoy.”

Although the thrill of fingering her oozing snatch had her in such a heated state that her brain nearly switched off, Emily wondered if he was intentionally ignoring her. In her passion-consumed mind, that made a certain, twisted amount of sense. He obviously knew she enjoyed being watched, and, perhaps, he was making her work for it. It did, indeed, make the lusty rush all the sweeter.

With that in mind, three of Emily’s fingers violently thrust themselves inside her wet, overheated hole. The television remote, nearby and easily grasped, became an impromptu sex toy. Turning it over, so the little rubber buttons grazed her clit, she furiously rubbed the device over her clit, delighted that it was a more than pleasant sensation. The glow from the television flicked and changed as she rubbed the remote over her most-sensitive nub as her fingers pummeled her aching hole. As her masturbation grew more furious, her agonized need for release reaching a crescendo, she ground the plastic object against her clit so hard that the TV began changing channels.

Then, she saw him watching, and the horny rush of being watched quickly, violently pushed her over the edge. Even though his house, across the street, was several yards away, their eyes locked for the briefest moment, and, then, the orgasmic rapture of her pussy contracting in spams of sexual bliss possessed her body, heart, and soul. With her limbs flailing and her mouth screaming obscenities of pleasure, Emily writhed and moaned, drowning in the tidal waves of pleasure that crashed against the shores of her feverish body.

To her dismay, he nodded at her and went back inside his house. Emily turned off the television and just lied there on the couch, purring in her post-orgasmic bliss. When his bedroom lit flicked on, without thinking, she sprang up and ran to the big, bay window. Vincent disrobed, his muscles gleaming, and she finally got a decent look at his cock, thankful that the builders saw fit to design these homes with low windows. His shaft was long and thick, and it looked like it was half erect.

Her first instinct was to run across the street, break into his house, and suck that cock until it was hard enough to ram deep inside her needy cunt. However, the horny brunette was determined to prolong her pleasure, so she attempted to sleep. She dozed off before he’d turned his light off, but he had disappeared from view some time ago. Emily dreamed of sucking his cock and how he’d tell her what a prick tease she was while he fucked her face.

Wednesday was scorching hot, and Emily played the helpless damsel role. Before she’d left for work, she opened up the outside power panel next to her central air and pounded on one of the fuses with a rock until she heard it crack. Replacing the fuse, she drove to work, all smiles, knowing that she’d come home to a suffocating, humid house. Her plan was simple, yet effective.

When her jeep rolled into her driveway, she ran inside, smiling at the sauna-like heat and humidity that rushed through her open, front door like a furnace blast. Thin, white cotton shorts over her nude skin and an ultra-thin tank top that not only showed off her nipples, but the swells and contours of her breasts, as well, were the perfect choice.

She sat in her stuffy kitchen, then milled about a bit until her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Still not satisfied with her “tease factor,” some water from the spray bottle she uses on her indoor plants added the perfect amount of moisture to her garments, plastering the shorts and top to her skin. Then, like a lioness awaiting her prey, she waited until her sexy, thick-cocked neighbor made his appearance.

“Vince! Hey, Vince,” she waved at him as she jogged onto his property.

“Hiya, Emily,” he began. Once more, he didn’t hide the fact that he was ogling her body, but he had this way of making it non-intrusive. “Are you alright? You look very overheated, incredibly hot.” His inflection made her realize that he wasn’t talking about the temperature.

“I know,” she stated the obvious. “That’s why I’m here. I hate to be a bother, but my air conditioning is out, and I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t afford to call somebody to come out this late to service it; can you take a look and maybe help me?”

Vincent laughed a good-natured titter. “Sure thing. Let me grab some stuff.”

As she strutted back across the street, leading her neighbor into her lair, her victorious smile was unmistakable. Of course, there was no way Vincent could have seen her impish grin; she was a full pace ahead of him, and she could feel his eyes burning into her ass like a laser. The heat flowing from her half-open front door could be felt two steps away.

“Did you check your breakers?” he asked her after she’d shown him inside and offered him a cold beer.

“Uh, no. I swear, I should be a blond; I’m such an airhead. Let me show you my box.” Her inflection on that bit of innuendo was perfect.

Vincent only smiled. She showed him the breaker box and tried not to stare at the way his biceps flexed. Humming, he tested the breaker switches a few times then turned to her.

“Your box is perfect.” He paused, and Emily realized that he, again, was fully aware of her games and didn’t mind playing. “It must be something else. Did you check the fuses outside, beside the condenser unit?”

“There are fuses out there? I had no idea,” she lied.

In the unseasonable, sweltering heat, Vincent’s shirt grew dark with dampness as he worked. After pulling the main power connection, he pulled each fuse and tested them on a multi-meter, finally, holding the mangled culprit aloft.

“Here’s your problem. Luckily, I keep spare fuses around, just in case, and I think I have a replacement for you.”

Sure enough, he had the same fuse on hand and had it replaced in almost no time. Emily found herself becoming extremely aroused at the way he worked with his hands. His dexterity was so deft, so confident, that all she could do was imagine how those well-worked, man hands would feel running over her flesh as she panted in desperate need. She blushed when she realized that she’d begun panting just from watching him.

As if he’d done this a thousand times, he quickly replaced the cover and reinserted the power line break.

“That should do it unless something else caused the fuse to blow. Please go inside and fire it up. I’ll make sure everything’s working on this end.”

As soon as she turned the AC back on, it whirred to life and immediately began blowing ice-cold air from the vents. Standing in front of a vent, Emily made certain that her tits were as close to the freezing air as possible. Due to the sweltering heat, the air conditioning’s effect was amplified, and her nipples instantly protruded, enticingly, from beneath her thin tank top.

“My hero,” she said to him when he came inside to tell her that everything seemed to be working, “how can I ever repay you?”

“Think nothing of it. I’m always happy to help a friendly neighbor. Plus you have a very lovely home,” his eyes were riveted to her body, scanning her shapely legs, the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her shorts, and her hard nipples. “Very lovely, indeed.”

“Can I at least buy you dinner or do something to show my gratitude?”

“Don’t give it a second thought. I was just getting ready to grill.”

In one last, desperate attempt, Emily bent over the couch, perfectly positioning her half-exposed ass into his field of view, and rummaged through her purse. Grabbing a random amount of dollar bills, she said, “At least let me pay you for the fuse and your time.” When she turned, his eyes had been focused on her ass. He knew she’d noticed but was nonplussed about it, with zero guilt or insecurity. It made her pussy even more needy.

“Denied,” he laughed. “I’ll see you soon.” With a wink and a nod, he was out the door, leaving Emily to watch his sexy behind as he sauntered back over to his house and began working once more.

With the darkness came cool, Spring air. Since Emily’s house was still stifling, she opened the windows, letting in the night breeze, the smells of Spring blossoms and freshly cut grass sweetened the air. Through the opened windows, she could just barely hear her neighbor's music emanating from his garage. The door was up, and light streamed out. Vincent was hard at work, immersed in building some contraption or another, seemingly enjoying himself.

“I bet I can disrupt your intense focus,” she said, too low for her voice to carry all that distance.

Emily waited until he’d paused working and was looking her way. As soon as he was facing her, she made a big show of stripping out of her sweaty clothes. He watched as she slowly, intentionally posed for him, then grabbed a towel and strode across the house to the bathroom to shower off the sweat.

Although she couldn’t tell if he was watching or not, Emily’s heat scorched her innards, and she exhausted herself masturbating over the thought of being watched and lusted over. Her violent self-fucking grew so intense that she ripped one of her softer toys in two, casting the ruined, fake phallus aside and continuing with fingers and other toys.

On Thursday evening, however, she was drafted to console and support a friend of a friend. Her good friend, Kelly, from college, asked her to go out with her and her other friend, Sarah. She knew Sarah; they got along well, but while they were acquainted, they hadn’t become close friends, at all. Sarah had just broken up with her boyfriend and needed cheering up.

Sarah was a cute, bubbly blond with a lithe figure and brilliant blue eyes. Her tiny frame with similarly small breasts gave her a pixie sort of look. The fact that she bobbed her hair in a pixie cut added to that initial impression. While the evening of drinking too much, feasting on junk food, and commenting on the looks and attitudes of the various male patrons in the venue was fun, Emily longed to be back home, teasing her neighbor.

Sarah, as it turned out, was an interior designer, although she was just starting out. Emily soon began asking her questions about color schemes and how to maximize the visual flow and beauty of her house. As the two conversed, getting more than a little intoxicated, they formed a tentative bond, Sarah even suggesting that she share the ride home with Emily to look over her home and, maybe, give some pointers. Giddy, without Kelly there, the conversation evolved from general conversation to more intimate matters. However, their conversation was interspersed with home decor talk, as well.

Cracking open some beers, which they drank straight from the bottles, the two wandered through Emily’s house, and Sarah’s suggestions were quite excellent, or at least Emily thought that they were. Mildly embarrassed that her bed was still covered with recently-used sex toys, Emily merely shrugged, and Sarah looked, blushing a little, but continued talking about colors and textures, and how her bedroom would be so much more “Feng Shui” if it flowed in a different arrangement.

Liking her ideas, Emily asked, “How much would you charge to redecorate my house?”

“Well, you’re a friend, or at least I think we’re going to be friends, so don’t worry about that.”

Two more beers, each, and Sarah called a ride-share to get home. As they clinked bottles together to celebrate the pending redecoration, Emily’s bottle slipped from her fingers and spilled all over her shirt, soaking it, as it fell to the floor.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to change.” Not thinking anything about it, Emily stripped out of her beer-drenched clothes and shrugged into her robe; it was late, after all.

Sarah’s delicate, blue eyes grew wide when Emily emerged wearing just the robe. She quickly hid her shocked, lusty expression and pretended that she was affected by the sexy brunette cavorting in front of her, wearing almost nothing.

“The night’s so beautiful. Let’s finish our drinks outside while we wait for your ride.”

The conversation transitioned from paint schemes to Emily’s sexual props.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Sarah began, “but you have a lot of dildos.”

Emily laughed. “Yes, I do. I work so much that I don’t have any time for a regular lover. I could always go out and pick up a willing man or woman, but that’s kind of hit or miss, so I have lots of toys for when I feel frisky.”

“Oh, my God,” Sarah giggled, sputtering into her beer bottle. “You’re into women?”

“Yeah, so?”

“That’s why Bob and I broke up. We were trying to share fantasies, and I told him that I wanted to try it with another woman.”

“Sounds hot.” Emily noticed that Vincent had come out, and was doing his usual routine.

“Glad you think so.” Sarah sighed in resignation. “As it turns out, he wasn’t cool with the thought of me with anyone else, and he started this huge fight over it. So, now, single.”

“I’d think that any guy would be thrilled that his girlfriend wanted to explore her sexuality, but what do I know?”

“The truth is,” Sarah began. The way she was staring at Emily with those blue eyes and cute, elfin face made her heart thunder, and that familiar warmth spread through her body, settling on her clit. “I’ve never even kissed a girl, or touched her, in that sort of way.”

“Oh, so it was just a fantasy, then? And still, he got upset over it? Men!”

“Let’s just say that it’s a fantasy I’d like to explore it sometime.”

Sarah finished her sentence just a second or two after Vincent emerged from behind a fenced-off part of his yard. Seizing the moment, Emily softly took Sarah’s face in her hands and moved her face close to the blond’s. No words were spoken; Emily’s brown eyes questioned and Sarah’s blue orbs gave permission.

Tenderly, softly, at first, their lips met in a tentative, gentle kiss, their mutual puckered mouths barely grazing the other’s. When Sarah’s lips parted enough to moan out a breathy sigh, she mashed her mouth against Emily’s, her hands suddenly finding the will to wander all over the brunette’s back and hips. Emily let her hands drop, and her fingers kneaded the blond’s back, eventually traveling south to gently grasp at her tiny but perfectly-shaped ass.

Soon, the two were locked in a passionate embrace, their hands roaming all over. Sarah’s having never even kissed another woman, before, took to it like a lusty natural. In record time, her hands traveled inside her new friend’s robe and stroked and caressed the nude flesh found beneath the thin fabric. Just when her fingers found Emily’s sopping-wet folds, Sarah’s ride showed up.

“See you on Saturday, then?”

“Looking forward to it. I’ll have all my toys hidden, I promise.”

“Um, you don’t have anything against smoking pot, do you? I work better when I’m a bit stoned if that’s okay?”

“No problem. I have my own stash of premium stuff. We can share. I’ll warn you, though. I get incredibly horny when I smoke that stuff.”

“Me, too,” Sarah smiled. Then she got in the car and waved as her driver sped off.

Emily leaned against the back of her car, enjoying the coolness of the night air on her overheated skin. Absentmindedly, she noticed that her robe had fallen open during her passionate kissing and her body was fully on display. Looking across the street, she spied Vincent, frustratingly absorbed in measuring the area in front of his fence.

“Fucking look at me, you perv,” she whispered, throwing her robe open even further.

Not being able to stand the torture any longer, she waved at him until he noticed. Brazen and bold, she smiled broadly, relishing the lusty, horny feeling of his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Feeling her already wet pussy gush liquid heat, she ran inside, dropping the robe at her doorway, knowing that her voyeuristic neighbor was watching.

Her masturbation show lasted for almost an hour before Emily was remotely sated. The next morning was Friday, and she was off work. Having held out long enough, she was determined to see exactly what the score was. Plotting her sexual exhibitionism wiled away the moments before sleep overtook her.