Ashlee’s Undoing

Every day for the past month, sixteen-year old college student Ashlee Meadows had lain soaking up the sun’s rays in the next door garden, turning gradually from chicken skin white to Mediterranean bronze. And every day, older neighbour Anthony Lynch had peeked discreetly from the other side of the fence, watching the transformation. So much time and effort had Anthony put in on mowing that particular patch of lawn that the grass there began to resemble the bald snatch he imagined nestled between her legs.

And every single day, or so it seemed to Anthony, the teenaged blonde became ever more daring. He recalled that, when his interest was first aroused, back at the beginning of summer, Ashlee would barely ruffle the white kimono, let alone remove it, rarely venturing to unveil the turquoise bikini beneath, a micro one, and only then when the heat reached its zenith.

But, as the first week of the holiday blurred into the second, the delightful teen somehow found the courage to up the tempo, to reveal more flesh by resting on her front and allowing the spaghetti straps to fall alluringly to the sides to showcase a hint of budding breast in profile. By the fortnight mark, she had, from somewhere, uncovered a whole new daring, going so far as to turn over and balance the tiny top on an elevated chest. Occasionally, to Anthony’s delight, his neighbour would allow – knowingly or otherwise – the micro-top to slide away to the grass to fully expose a pair of ripe young breasts.

It was by the middle of week three, Anthony recalled, that topless became the norm for Ashlee. No sooner was she on the sunlounger than her breasts were revealed to the scorching sun and his peeking gaze. Finally, the bikini bottom too was dispensed with completely, though Ashlee’s modesty was retained by remaining stoicly on her front, chin supported on hands as she digested a book or magazine, a perfectly sculpted peachy arse revealed to prying eyes.

And then finally it happened – the previous day in fact – Ashlee threw caution to the sun and went the whole way. Not, as he’d imagined, that there was much to see in that shaven haven: a mere pink crack between a pair of shapely, tanned legs. Personally, Anthony preferred girls with hair, though everything else about Ashlee made him lick his lips and battle to suppress the urge to unleash a torpedo-like cock and start masturbating behind the potting shed. By now, of course, and perhaps all along, Ashlee was fully aware of his less than discreet interest in her.

Thus, with the dispensing of that final act of modesty came an overwhelming desire to take things further – on both sides. Yet Anthony was weak-willed and painfully shy, a nondescript kind of man whose big ideas were all in his head and who’d never been able to hold down a proper relationship. Were it not for the fact he happened to live next door and her hormones were at a critical level, a girl like Ashlee wouldn’t even have given him a second thought.

That night in bed, he took matters into his own hands for the final time, he convinced himself, lying on his back with the object of his desire a mere foot or so of bricks and wallpaper away from him. Sometimes he swore he could hear her moaning lightly in her own bed, and he’d speed up the masturbation. Was she perhaps pleasuring herself too, thinking about him, or was it a simply bad dream inducing the reaction? God how he craved to find out.

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The following morning, on cue Ashlee nudged open the double doors and tiptoed across the baking hot patio, sucking at the air like she was walking across burning coals. Opening out the sunlounger in the middle of the garden, a sly glance to the right revealed the curtains in the next door window flutter, a bright knowing smile illuminating her pretty face as she began the ritual.

Sitting on the edge, the pretty student took time, as she always did, lotioning the outsides of each arm, then her shoulders and then the tops of her breasts above the bikini top. Her firm, toned belly next, the teenager circled lovingly, dispersing the oil generously and feeling the first tingle of desire, somewhere deep in her young loins. She planned at some stage to have her navel pierced, though her mother was against the idea and she would doubtless have to wait till eighteen.

Coating each leg from the ankle up, she paid extra special attention to the soft inner thighs, the tingle becoming a deep pulse, a dark dot appearing at the crotch of the turquoise bikini bottoms. Lying back, she allowed the sun to radiate its warmth over her whole body, quickly drifting into semi-consciousness.

Awoken moments later by the hum of the motorised mower, she grinned inwardly and then outwardly, furtively lifting one eyelid to observe her neighbour as he passed by slowly, watching her intently, yet strangely aloof. Though he was a little paunchy, overly hairy and beetle-browed, there was something about him that intrigued her.

Easing up on her elbows, Ashlee unhooked the bikini top, letting it slip over a pair of firm peach sized breasts and glide feather-like down her belly. Taking the bottle of lotion she began to massage each round young orb. A discernibly paler shade of bronze than the rest of her body, owing to an initial reticence that no longer seemed to matter, she loved their spongy feel in her palms and imagined that Anthony would too.

The hypnotic motion of her sure hands caused each nipple to stand proud and the throbbing between her legs to intensify like a pneumatic drill. Glancing down, she must have been dreaming filthy thoughts just now, for a circular patch, an inch across, had spread lewdly at her crotch. With Anthony so close and still a little shy, the bikini bottoms remained in place – for now. Head falling back, once more Ashlee allowed the sweltering sun to mesmerize her.

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From his side of the fence Anthony felt the first stirring of arousal the moment Ashlee allowed the bikini top to fall, cock rubbing painfully against his canvas shorts. Raising a hirsute forearm, he wiped a sweat covered brow and moved in as close as he dared. The gentle inflate-and-deflate motion of her chest suggested she was asleep, but it might just be a pretence. There was so much sexual tension, it crackled in the air like an electrical storm about to break. Perhaps the time had arrived arrived to call her bluff…

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Ashlee awakened drowsily, pushing the sunglasses down her nose and peering over in Anthony’s direction. Her heart raced as the realisation dawned that he was at the fence, staring straight back at her with unerring eyes. Front sufficiently tanned, she rolled over teasingly, reaching for the lotion. Holding out her palm, she squeezed, a raspberry sound ejaculated, the bottle all but empty. “Damn,” she cursed, then turning to address Anthony for the first time in over a month, she said: “Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied, uncommunicative at the best of times.

“Erm I don’t suppose you’ve any spare lotion I could borrow?”

Anthony looked back, startled and a little flummoxed, but he nodded knowingly, coolness just about remaining intact. He disappeared then returning a minute later with the orange plastic bottle. He went to toss it to her but, summoning up all his mettle, decided against that course of action. Clambering over the low wall, to her evident surprise, he stood mere feet from Ashlee, a big shadow covering her whole body. Still reticent, he held the bottle at arm’s length like a combat soldier gripping an unpinned grenade and it fell upon Ashlee to be bold. “I have real problems doing my back,” she revealed shyly.

She thought she heard Anthony snigger to himself as silently he moved closer, with a shake of the bottle. Before even the merest of contact with her flesh, Ashlee felt her clit spasm and a rush of cumjuice squeeze from her tight pussy lips, staining the crotch of the bikini. Thank God she was face down and it was out of sight.

The first dollop hit the middle of her back and soon, to both their surprise, Anthony’s big strong paws were circling manfully, ensuring every inch of sunbaked flesh was coated. Surprisingly adept, firm fingers prodded, leaving indents and causing Ashlee to sigh and swoon. She’d never have believed this aloof guy could be such a marvel with his hands. Her pussy was wringing wet and surely he could smell her arousal.

Another dollop of oil sploshed her lumbar spine and he worked the lotion in assuredly, kneading like a master baker.