Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
An older man moved in next door. A silver fox, if you will. He appeared single, I would watch from my window as her would bring home different women. All of them younger than him and seemingly more than willing to have all his attention. I grew jealous, watching this parade of other women getting attention from the man I had a growing crush on.
It was a silent crush, though. I was afraid he wouldn’t pay me any mind at my age. So, instead of pursuing my desires, I watched him from my side of the street and fantasized about all the ways he’d touch me. About the things he would teach me about my body and his. I ached for it. I longed to strut across the street and yell, “Take me! Make me yours!” But I was too afraid until I was forced to make a move.
The Older Man Next Door
My parents had left for the weekend, and I thought it’d be a good idea to sunbathe outside in the tiniest bikini I owned. I wanted the older man next door to see me and desire me as I desired him. Only my thoughts were too crowded with images of him to remember not to lock myself out of the house.
I searched for an open window or a crack in the frame, but the house was sealed tight, with my phone inside. Leaving me no other choice, unless I wanted to sit outside for the weekend and wait for my parents to come back, I boldly walked across the street and rang the older man’s doorbell.
I felt almost naked when he opened the door and looked me up and down. My lips pressed together nervously, and I smiled. My thumb pointed to my house across the street, and I choked out. “Um, I live next door and locked myself out. My parents are away and …” I didn’t know how to finish. It must have sounded so stupid or planned! Like I was seeking sanctuary in his home.
“Come in, Kayla.” He touched the back of my arm and ushered me into his home.
“Yo-you know my name?”
I was breathless. Did he really notice me? Maybe even want me. He grinned and led me to the living room, where we sat side by side. He brushed my hair behind my ear and nodded.
“Yes, babygirl. I know your name. You seem to get on your Mother’s nerves often.” I blushed; she was always screaming my name. My fingers twisted together on my lap. I felt shy and nervous. Not like the bold, beautiful women I’ve seen him escort into his house. “You can spend the weekend here, till they get back.” My cheek flushed deeper, and I bit into my lower lip.
“Wh-what will we do?” He chuckled and pulled my smaller body closer to his side. His fingertips danced over my shoulder as he slumped back on the couch, and his other hand adjusted his growing cock.
“Oh, pretty girl. Lots of things, I suspect.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
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