blanket. Rod had a lovely full view of the bouncing little apples and their exquisite pink nipples. He felt his cock twitching again.
'I can't see it, Mr. Hanson,' she said. 'Would you take a look, please?'
'Oh, sure,' said Rod. He actually felt himself blush.
He knelt down beside her, so close that he could smell her intoxicating mixture of baby powder and light girl-sweat. Up close, her skin looked like perfect silk, brown and healthy. He inspected her shoulder, saw a faint reddish patch, and placed his hand on it. Her skin was soft, exquisite.
'Right there,' he said. 'Does that hurt?'
'It is a little sore,' she said. 'That was dumb of me, to stay out so long.'
'Yes,' said Rod, 'you'd better get out of the sun.'
'I don't want to go in yet,' said Vicky. 'I'll just move over under the tree.'
There was a huge old spreading tree at the back of the lot, almost on the property line. His kids and Vicky used to climb it when they were small. Once, coming home from a neighborhood party and very drunk, he and June had fucked under that tree… That was a long time ago, when they were still hot for each other.
Vicky expertly clapped the discarded bikini top to her breasts, covering herself. She stood up, bra in one hand and magazine in the other. Now Rod could see the gentle puff of her muff under the tight bikini bottom. A few wisps of delicate curly blonde hair showed at the leg bands.
'I'll carry your blanket and your suntan lotion,' he said.
'Oh, thanks, Mr. Hanson,' said Vicky, flashing him a smile.
He followed her over to the tree, watching her saucy little buttocks bouncing gently in the tiny panties. He wanted her so badly, he felt dizzy. He imagined how he must look, a forty-year-old man, still in pretty good shape but definitely forty, ogling the ass of a teenage girl. He must look like an idiot.
He spread the blanket for her, and Vicky sat down, still holding the bikini top over her breasts. At the back of the lot, under the shade of the drooping branches, they could not be seen from either house. Rod had a crazy urge to jump on her, rip off her panties, force himself into her…
Vicky smiled innocently at him. 'You look so hot, Mr. Hanson,' she said. 'Why don't you rest here in the shade for a minute?'
'Thanks, Vicky,' he said, 'I think I will.'
He took out his bandana and mopped his face again, wondering how to start a conversation. All he could think of was to ask her how school was going. Brilliant, just brilliant.
Still, what else could he say to a teenage girl? Just the usual bullshit. 'Well, you certainly are growing up, Vicky,' he said. '[missing text] anyway?'
Vicky grinned. 'Yeah, I do,' she said. 'I mean, anybody can tell I'm not a little girl any more.'
You're telling me, thought Rod.
Abruptly Vicky lay back on the blanket, letting the bikini top slip away. She was on her back, her adorable young tits thrust up from her chest. They stood perfectly firm and pointed, the pink nipples soft and smooth. Rod held his breath, not trusting himself to speak or move.
'I mean, times have changed,' Vicky went on. 'Kids are growing up faster. I'm plenty old enough to date, but my folks treat me like a baby. It's such a drag.'
She began rubbing suntan lotion on herself, starting with her shoulders, wincing a little from the burn. She rubbed downward in the direction of her cute naked tits. Rod noticed now that they were completely tan and had often been exposed to the sun.
'Ooo, that burn hurts,' said Vicky.
'Want me to put that lotion on for you?' said Rod. 'Then you wouldn't have to move.'
She flashed him a grateful smile and handed him the bottle. 'Oh, thanks, Mr. Hanson,' she said, 'that'd be super. Just do my front, okay?'
You bet I'll do your front, thought Rod.
His hands shook a little as he took the bottle, poured a big glop of the stuff into his palm, and knelt by Vicky. He began with her firm little shoulders, working very slowly and gently. Vicky sighed and closed her eyes.
'Ummm,' she said, 'that feels nice.'
Rod could no longer control his excitement. Leaning so close to her lovely nearly naked body, touching her silky warm skin, he let his lusty imagination run freely. His cock rose steadily in his pants, pawing long and hard and ready. Christ, he wanted her so badly… But she was the neighbor girl, only a teenager. He didn't dare.
Still he could touch. He worked slowly down from her shoulders and onto the flat smooth skin just above her breasts. Vicky, eyes closed, little mouth smiled slightly, just lay there and sighed with sensual enjoyment. She was like a kitten being stroked. Rod gently touched the top of her breasts, but she said nothing.
His cock seemed to be straining in the tight confinement of his pants, and his hands were sweating. Could he get away with touching her tits? She seemed unashamed about showing them to him, so perhaps it was okay to touch…
He put more lotion on his hands, then brought them very gently up under her sweet round breasts. He cupped the firm but soft little rounds, squeezed lightly, and began to rub the lotion on. He damn near came in his pants. She wasn't objecting at all as he molded and rubbed her naked tits. She just kept her eyes closed and smiled.
'Oh, that's nice,' she said.
Oh, Christ, thought Rod, oh, holy Christ…
Long delicious moments passed while he played with Vicky's exquisite plump tits. They were like globes of silk in his hands, firm yet gently yielding to his touch. He massaged them again and again, squeezing them, rubbing them, working the lotion in till the pretty tan rounds glowed.
After a moment he got his nerve back and began to rub his thumbs over her lovely pink nipples. He began lightly at first, then applied more teasing friction. Vicky sighed and smiled, her eyes still closed, her dark lashes thick and natural. Gradually her small pink nubs rose under the teasing play of his thumbs. He felt and saw her nipples growing hard and pointed.
'Ummm,' she murmured, 'that feels so nice, Mr. Hanson…'
Not just her nipples, but her breasts themselves began to swell and tighten. That always happened to June when she got sexually aroused under his touch. He wondered if he was making Vicky horny. Was it possible? His achingly erect cock spewed out a little droplet of juice. My God, it would be a dream come true if she wanted him, if she let him.
He sensed that he shouldn't move too fast, though. He'd have to take it easy, learn more. Reluctantly he slid his hands off her swollen tits at last, moving lower, down the sleek tan flat of her bare belly. Still she didn't protest, didn't speak.
He rubbed lotion onto her smooth firm hips and stomach, but his eyes were on the gentle mound of her crotch. He saw a few glistening blonde hairs protruding from the top of her skimpy blue panties. His hand moved steadily lower until he was touching the waistband itself. Sweating again, his cock aching with fullness, he slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties and touched the delicate soft flesh, the springy curls, of her muff.
'Here, too?' he said hoarsely.
'Um-hmmm,' mumbled Vicky. She kept her eyes closed, kept that sensual little smile.
Rod swallowed hard. He was about to take an irrevocable step. Touching her breasts had been one thing, touching her pussy another. Still she did not seem put off. She seemed to like what he was doing. If she didn't, she'd surely let him know.
The skimpy bikini bottom was fastened with little bows on her hips. He untied them to give himself more room. Then he slid his hand inside her panties and cupped the curly warm puff of her muff. It exactly filled his hand. He squeezed gently, and Vicky gave a little sigh.
He massaged her little silky bush, feeling the heat of her flesh beneath it. It was ridiculous to use lotion now – this was one place she wasn't going to get tan. He only rubbed, working deeper and deeper between her soft slightly-spread thighs. Presently he was cupping her girlish slit, touching bare slick flesh, and still she made no protest.
She was hot and moist down there. The plump lips of her pussy seemed swollen and searing to his touch. He eased a finger between the puffed lips of her muff and found the tiny hard dot of her clitoris. He placed his fingertip on the little fleshy lump and began to rub it gently, teasingly.
