This story happened two years ago when I was seventeen. It was a blisteringly hot summer that forced you to strip down to the bare essentials. Not that I minded running around in skimpy tops and shorts that barely covered my ass. Or that my insanely sexy, twenty year old neighbour apparently lost all interest in wearing a t-shirt.
Suddenly, having the crammed bedroom in the back of the house was a godsend. I had a perfect view of my neighbour's back garden. His sculpted body glistened with sweat as he cut the grass or played football with his friends.
It was when he was out training by himself, lifting weights with music blaring, that I decided to lounge by my pool. Every day I did this my bikinis had less and less material. At one point I only had two tiny triangles covering my tits.
I always knew he was looking when I started to touch myself. Nothing too heavy, just enough to make me moan in pleasure. I never saw him jerking off, but I heard the muffled grunts. I was enjoying teasing him entirely too much.
The day my parents jetted off to France was the day I planned to go topless. I couldn't wait to feel the weight of his gaze on my breasts. It felt so naughty. It turned me on to know he was jerking off to me.
As I skipped down the stairs a knock came at the door. I zipped my jacket up, securing my exposed breasts, and hid my barely there bikini bottom behind the door as I answered it. My neighbour stood on my porch, his hands fisted by his sides. My gaze trailed over his shirt free chest before meeting his eyes.
"Hi." My voice squeaked. I never expected him to come over. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I think you can." His deep voice sent a shiver through me. He put his palm against the door and pushed his way inside. I jumped back as he kicked the door closed.
"What are you doing?!"
"You've teased me for long enough," he said as he swiftly pulled the zipper on my jacket down and my 38D breasts popped out. My jacket fell to the ground with a soft thump. I gasped and stumbled back up until I came up against a wall.
He advanced and towered over me. His lips crushed into mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I struggled uselessly as he pinned my shoulders back with his hands. I did the only thing I could think of and bit his lip. He drew back and touched a finger to his lip where a dot of blood bloomed.
"Feisty little slut, aren't you?" He laughed darkly. A mix of anticipation and dread washed through me as he wrapped his strong arm around my stomach, my back pressing into his warm, solid chest. The skin on skin contact sent a bizarre thrill through me.
He lifted my kicking legs off the ground easily as he carried me down the narrow hallway and into the kitchen. He strode over to the table where my parents and I had had breakfast two hours ago.
He pushed me down, face first, so that my ass was sticking in the air. His huge hands gripped my thighs and spread my legs apart. I waited to be relieved of my bikini bottom and feel the tip of his cock against my lips. Instead, his hand came down on my ass cheek. I cried out as the pain spread, leaving an oddly enjoyable tingle in my pussy. He spanked my pert ass ten more times, leaving me oh so close to an orgasm.
"That's for biting me," his rough voice whispered in my ear. I almost didn't feel it as he slipped my bikini bottom off.
"And this," he continued, shoving two thick fingers in my tight pussy hole. "Is just the beginning of my payback."
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