My black neighbor

I feel I should share this story but first, a little background information. It took place when I was 18, in my senior year of high school and at that point, I was a total virgin. I was 5’6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth on my body. My brown hair and brown eyes were the same shade of color. My white skin had a nice little all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine figure due to my slightly wider hips and small bubble butt that seemed to attract stares in the locker room at school. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn’t entirely sure what my sexual orientation was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me think about having sex with her. I did however; see guys that made me stir in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6’2 and about 220 pounds of muscle. I used to peek through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me want to touch myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two children while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the story of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Thomas’ house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hours ago. I didn’t really care though. The kids had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn’t have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn’t care. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas’ walking through the door.

“Hey Michael, sorry I’m so late. I went out with the guys from the job site for some after work drinks and lost track of time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight?”

“Its okay Mr. Thomas. The kids have been in bed for hours and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to blow off some steam. Besides, I have pants in the dryer so I didn’t mind waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts.”

“That’s okay.” He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell that he was a muscular man. “I’m surprised that those aren’t falling off of you. What happened to your pants?”

I sat down on the couch next to him. “I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still keep falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the dryer. Do you need these back?”

“Well no I don’t but if you don’t mind giving them back, I’m sure I can find something that fits you a little better. Just wear your shirt till I can find something.”

“Uuumm Mr. Thomas, I’m not wearing any underwear. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just wear your shirt until your pants get out of the washer, it should be long enough to cover everything. We’re both guys right? It’s not like we haven’t seen all this stuff in a locker.”

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked? Did he want me? No, of course not. He was a married man with two young children. He didn’t seem the kind of guy that would be gay. I settled on he was just trying to get his pants back and that he didn’t want some neighbor boy free balling in his shorts. “Okay, I’m gonna take these off then.” I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my tight blue shirt was not long enough to cover my entire butt. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my smooth white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost cover the rest of my ass. “UUmm Mr. Thomas, I think I have underestimated the length of this shirt.” I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr.