My neighbours daughter was called mandy

My neighbours daughter was called mandy, she had a super round grown up figure for a girl of her age and she knew it.

She was a such a little minx , and she always played on it. Her petite and smooth body, coupled with model features and a sweet female smell made me hard every time I was near her. She had nice round breasts not too big but a nice handful, her peachy bottom was round and firm and gave her a curvy look to her slim body. She wore tight fitting leggings or short skirts that left me eager to see her small bulge underneath.

Being a little older I suppose she looked up to me a bit but we always got on well as friends and neighbours and we often talked and joked together over the garden fence.

It was early one warm summer afternoon and I was in my bedroom, and feeling very horny. I guiltily pulled down my pants, and wanked myself slowly thinking about Mandy. Dreaming of her taste, of her underpants, her smell, her possible randy thoughts and her cheeky smile. Hearing her sigh outside my window in the garden made me stroke harder until I came all over my chest in thick warm globs of cum. It felt amazing and I lay back and rubbed myself and cum all over, just relaxing in the feel of post climax.

I jumped into the shower and had a long soapy shower, cleaned my teeth, flung on some clothes and lay down on the couch in front of the TV. It was Saturday and no one else was home. So I slept for a bit trying to catch up on lost sleep from a heavy week and early mornings.

I woke up to the doorbell at the front door and found Mandy standing there soaking wet from the heavy rain shower outside. My hair was a mess and she asked if it was okay if she came in, had she woken me up?. Her parents had taken the door keys and there was no where for her to shelter since the rain was on
She was wearing a small cut off top with straps around the shoulders, a small skirt and strappy shoes that she was taking off at my door.
She looked soaked through, and her hair was quite wet so I invited her in, escorted her through to the lounge and went into the bathroom to get her a towel to dry off.

When I got back, she had taken off her skirt and was shaking the excess raindrops from it.

I said ‘woops’, an apology for seeing her in her panties, and I turned away. She said sorry I didn’t meant to embarrass you.

I closed the door and stood there looking a bit flustered. I realised I still had the towel in my hand and flung it over to her.

It was an awkward moment but she sat down on the couch and I sat beside her, even though there were plenty of other seats available.
She was busy drying her hair and her legs and I don’t know why but I looked down and started to stare at the slightly dark patch of pubic hair visible through her panties design.