I was warned about the neighbor

I was warned about the elderly neighbour..

I had been warned by numerous people about the perv old neighbour. His name was Bill, he was in his late 50’s. He was my best friends grandad and lived right next door my entire childhood. My mother constantly lectured me about staying away from him if I was visiting my best friend in that house, even my best friend had confided in me multiple times about the creepy and lewd comments her own grandfather had made in her direction but I guess most importantly I was warned by his wife… She had caught me hugging him goodbye late one night ( I swear I was only being polite!) . She had strode into the room quickly, eyes flashing darkly as they observed her husband’s arms circling my small waist and gently caressing it, barking that it was late and I needed to be going on home. I swear her hands turned into talons as she clasped my arm and marched me to the door.

Every day I had listened to their warnings and obeyed like a good girl but I guess I just got sick of being told what to do. Bill seemed like a perfectly sweet old man and had never made me feel uncomfortable in the years I had grown up playing there. That morning my mother stuck her head in and told me she would be out for the day and that I could visit Sarah if I wanted to. I grinned at the back of her disappearing head and hopped out of bed. I couldn’t wait to get over there and plan out a day of mischief with Sarah, we had been friends since the 2nd grade when I moved into her little rural neighbourhood. My little feet softly padded across the plush carpet as I crossed my room to my closet. I quickly pulled out a pair of daisy duke shorts and white tank top, pulling them on, I eyed myself off in the mirror when I was done. My big green eyes were sparkling today and I was enjoying how the tops fabric clung to my budding c cups. My nipples were that sensitive I decided to go braless, I haven’t worn panties since I learned I had a choice and I loved these shorts but I even I had to admit over the many years I had owned them they had gotten a little on the too short side, but they were so comfortable and I loved the way my tight little ass peaked out from under the hem.

I shrugged at my reflection, I was only going next door there was no call for modesty. Satisfied I reached up to tug my hair out of its sleep ponytail. My long blonde hair tumbled down my back and reached my hips. Quickly tugging a brush through it I padded to the kitchen and grabbed some fruit toast from the cooling rack, munching away on my toast happily I quickly glanced around the house making sure I had everything and headed out the door, pausing only to slip into my boots and lock up the house behind me.

As I wandered along the road to next door I felt my shorts ride up and the rough denim start rubbing against my bald little slit. I moaned slightly as I became wetter, even at my young age I was no stranger to getting myself off. I didn’t bother to adjust them and continued to enjoy the sensations wandering up to Sarah’s gate and letting myself in. Walking up the short winding path I got to the front door, raising my fist to knock I paused hearing a loud bang come from the large shed next to the house.

Curiosity got the best of me and I padded towards it, a cool breeze wrapping around my petite little body causing my nipples to stiffen. As I approached the large metal door I heard violent cursing followed by the sound of metal being kicked, I giggled and pushed open the door to see Bill in the midst of a box of fallen grapes and a tipped metal shipping container. My head suddenly flooded with everyone’s warnings when I spotted he was in the shed alone but the throbbing in my pussy seemed to urge me forward. I paused and took a deep breath, walking forward confidently I smiled my most dazzling smile and said “Hey there bill, everything ok in here?”. He jerked around startled at the sound of my soft voice, apparently he hadn’t even heard me open the door in the chaos. “Oh it’s you Alice” he grunted nodding a greeting in my direction. He seemed to freeze as he went to turn back to his task, his eyes returning to my little body, quickly scanning the skimpy outfit on my 5ft frame and my pert little nipples poking through my top. He straightened up and faced me, his tongue darting out from between his thick beard and licking his lips.

He started his sentence slowly “Sarah isn’t home you know..Her grandma took her out for some new school clothes, it’s just me here”. My stomach did back flips at the sound of his gravelly voice. There was something in his gaze that made my better instincts tell me to run but I seemed to be rooted to the spot. My little pussy seemed to get even wetter under his hungry stare. “Oh..” I replied “That’s a shame. I guess I could pop back in later, but are you sure you didn’t need a hand clearing this mess up?”.

Bill seemed taken back at my offer to help but his shock was quickly replaced with a Cheshire cat grin. “Sure thing Alice, I’ll never say no to a pretty lady’s assistance”. I walked over to where he was standing and surveyed the scene. Bill grew grapes and was in the middle of harvesting shipments. I could see several boxes of pre boxed grapes strewn across the floor and a puddle of juice was slowly forming under the damaged fruit.

“Where do you want me to start?” I turned and asked bill, batting my long eyelashes, he quickly pointed to the closest pile of damaged fruit. “Place that in a bag and throw it in the large dumpster out back”. I set to work and grabbed a large black trash bag and began filling it with fruit, bending over and letting my little pussy and asshole peak out of my shorts as we worked. Bill began to make small talk, the entire time I could feel his eyes burning into different parts of my young body. “You have grown into quite the pretty young lady..” Bill started “I’ve watched you play with Sarah since you were both so young. It’s hard to believe so many years slipped by that quickly while my wife was nagging at me to leave you girls to your princess games and not disturb you. How old are you now?” Bill paused and raised one eyebrow at me quizzically, I open my mouth to reply but was quickly silence by his curt “WAIT, don’t tell me. Some things are better left up to the imagination”. I giggled but nodded my head “thank you for the compliment Bill, and to be honest I wouldn’t have minded if you had joined our princess games over the years, I’m sure we would have found a role for you to play”. He belly laughed at that and turned to me again “So tell me Alice, what else is new in your life? Besides the twins on your chest”. I blushed at the crass comment before I replied “nothing really, just school work and helping mum out when she’s not working”. We worked for a little after that in silence and I quickly filled my bag and walked up to the back to place it in the bin. I must have swung the bag wrong because the next thing I knew I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I gasped and dropped the bag into the trash and wandered back to where Bill was correcting the metal shipping container rubbing the sore spot.

He quickly eyed me rubbing my shoulder, combine with the face I was pulling and asked what was wrong. I gave him a quick rundown on the last few minutes, emphasising the hurt by pouting and looking up at him pathetically. “Well then” he said kindly “ we can’t have your working injured now can we, you might call the union” He giggled at his own joke and his laugh was infectious. Before I knew it I was laughing to so when he asked me to hop up on to his work table in front of him so he could get a better look I happily obliged. My soft tits bounced as I hopped up in front of him and his eyes seemed to boggle. “So doctor” I giggled “what do you think you can do for me?”. He bit his lip and his eyes seemed to drink in the sight of me before him before he continued “Well Alice how about you show me where seems to be the problem again? Your little giggle distracted me”. I looked up at him and batted my big green eyes again before reaching up and tugging down my tank top strap never breaking eye contact. I pointed at the muscle between my neck and shoulder “Here Doc”, I quickly leant to the side so my hair fell away leaving my top half completely exposed to his gaze.

My stomach started to fill with nerves again but I reminded myself he was just trying to fix my sore spot and this was all harmless flirting. He raised his rough hands stained from all the years of work in the fields and started to rub my muscle with a surprising softness.