Norma Egan
The neighbor_s daughter
CHAPTER ONE
Rod Hanson, mowing his back lawn, kept pausing to rest. It was a hot June day, but it wasn't just the heat that made him keep stopping. About thirty feet away, sunning herself on a blanket, wearing the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen, was the neighbor girl, Vicky.
Rod always contrived to pause so that he was facing Vicky. He leaned on the mower handle, wiped his face and forehead with a wadded-up bandanna, and let his eyes wander slowly up and down the girl's delicious young body. No, it wasn't just the heat that was making him dizzy.
Really, he thought, you should be ashamed… She's young enough to be your daughter…
He'd told himself that several times already, but it didn't keep him from looking. Jesus, what he wouldn't give to ball a cute little chick like that… He'd turned forty years old last week, but when he looked at Vicky, he didn't feel old at all, not even middle-aged. He felt like a horny teenage boy.
Rod sighed and began to mow again. His only consolation was that he was working closer and closer to Vicky. There was no fence between the two yards, and her blanket was very close to the property line. When he finished, he'd be practically stepping on her. There would be an excuse to talk.
But what the hell could he say to a girl that young? 'Hey, baby, want to get it on?' That was what the kids said, but it would sound silly coming from a man his age. No matter what he said, she'd probably be bored anyhow.
All the time he'd been mowing, she hadn't even looked his way. It was like he didn't exist. Probably he didn't, not for so young a girl. He was the same age as her father. He had teenage kids of his own. He had a wife…
Rod glanced up quickly and guiltily to see if his wife June was watching out the window. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no sign of her. June would be really pissed if she caught him gawking at the practically naked neighbor girl… Rod stopped the mower again, mopped his face, and stared at Vicky.
She must have been around five feet four, but she didn't look petite. She was leggy, with nice long tan limbs, and her waist was tiny and firm. She was lying on her stomach, and her little rounded butt looked delicious to him, like two cantaloupes in a bikini bottom.
If he had the right angle, which he did now, he could see her young breasts, too, only the very tips covered by her skimpy bra. They were sweet tits, perfectly round, the size of apples, and they were tan, too. He wondered if she ever took off her bra to sun herself there. He wondered what color her nipples were… Jesus, he told himself, stop it.
Rod busily moved the mower again. It was crazy to go on letching for that teen. She wouldn't have anything to do with him in a million years. No doubt she had all kinds of boyfriends her own age. She was pretty enough to have any boy she wanted.
Vicky had very long honey-blonde hair, slightly wavy, bleached shiny by the sun. Her pert profile looked very young to him – big hazel eyes, turned-up nose, and naturally red pouting lips. He'd known her since she was a little girl, but it wasn't till today, when she sunned herself in that tiny blue costume that he realized she was growing up.
Well, forget it – she wasn't interested in him. She had her nose in a magazine, completely absorbed in it. He might as well finish the lawn, go inside, and have a beer. Watch the TV, catch a baseball game – that's what middle-aged men were supposed to do, not gawk at young girl like some dirty old pervert.
As Rod mowed past her again, Vicky, without taking her eyes off the magazine, reached around and untied the bra of her bikini.
Rod almost mowed up a tree. He stopped just in time, steadied himself, turned the mower, and went back the way he came. He took a quick look at Vicky when he passed her. Sure enough, she'd taken off the top of her suit. She was completely casual and unselfconscious about it, just letting it drop onto the blanket beneath her. He moved closer with the mower.
He could see almost all of her tits now, sweet little tan boobs that quivered just slightly with her breathing. The tips touched the blanket, partially obscured, but he caught just a glimpse of light pink nipple. Hastily he pushed the mower past her again.
He found he was sweating profusely, but not from the sun. His balls ached. His cock stirred restlessly in his pants, threatening to grow hard. Jesus, was he so hard up that he could get an erection just from gawking at a little girl's tits? He felt ashamed of himself.
Still he continued to mow slowly back and forth beside the girl, taking frequent rests, seeing as much as he could. He began to imagine how exquisitely tight her cunt would be, a girl so young. He imagined wedging his erect cock into her, feeling the silky moist passage, the searing heat, of her teenage twat…
It was ridiculous, but he couldn't stop.
June Hanson wondered what was taking her husband so long to mow the lawn. She wanted him to fix the bathroom faucet when he was finished, and the day was almost gone. She set aside the pie she was making and went to the window. It occurred to her that she hadn't heard the noise of the mower for some time.
There he was, resting on the mower, wiping his forehead – and staring blatantly at the neighbor girl, Vicky. June could understand why he was staring. The little bitch was sunning herself in a scandalously tiny bikini – and she didn't even have the top on!
June frowned. Vicky had always been a mischievous, brazen teen girl, and it looked as if she'd get no better as a teenager. Her breasts weren't completely uncovered – the nipples were pressed against the blanket – but there was plenty showing. Every man in the block must be gawking at her. June imagined that plenty of lawns were getting mowed today.
She thought of opening the window and telling Rod to get with it, but she knew she'd only come off as a bitch, an old nag. That's all she was to him lately, anyhow. No wonder he was lusting for the neighbor girl.
June sighed and looked down at her body. Really, for a woman of thirty-five, she was in good shape. Her legs were just as long and shapely as Vicky's, her waist as small and firm, and her breasts were much larger. Well, she had much nicer boobs than that little bitch next door. The only trouble was, Rod had been married to her for almost eighteen years, and he was thoroughly familiar with every inch of her body.
She was bored with him, too, she had to admit it. Their whole marriage was a bore, a rut. They hadn't made love in weeks. They had a lovely suburban house, plenty of money, two cars, and two nice kids, Patty and Kent. They had all this, and their marriage was falling apart.
'Oh, hell,' June said to herself.
She wasn't going to stop Rod from looking at that girl. Poor man, that's all he was going to get, just a look. June knew just how he felt. She was horny, too.
Rod was almost finished with the lawn. He was close to the property line, mowing within five feet of Vicky. Still she hadn't even looked up at him, seemed unconscious of his presence. Once in awhile she shifted her position slightly, and Rod caught glimpses of a whole sweet pink nipple, pert and pointy. He was dizzy and sweaty with longing.
One more pass with the mower and he'd be done. He gathered up his courage and stopped the mower just in front of her blanket. Her big brown eyes were focused on the magazine, but when his shadow fell onto the pages, she blinked and looked up at him.
'Hello, Vicky,' he said. 'Haven't talked to you in a long time. How are you?'
She smiled, a mouthful of perfect little teeth. 'Oh, hi, Mr. Hanson,' she said. 'I'm fine, thanks. And you?'
'Hot,' he said, meaning it in more ways than one. 'It's a scorcher today, isn't it? In fact, Vicky, it looks to me like you're getting a little burned on your shoulders.'
'Oh, dear, am I?' she said.
She twisted to have a look at her shoulder, and as she did so, her sweet young breasts bobbed up from the
