That Naughty Man Next Door

Teen Seduction Inside the Garage

It’s been a long day in school. Summer is almost here and exams are finally over. Things can get pretty stressful for a girl leaving middle school. I get to our front porch at about 3:30pm and check our mailbox. We live in a nice middle-class suburban neighborhood where kids like me can walk home without our parents worrying too much. “Nothing but bills for Mom and Dad.” I don’t get a lot of mail, except an occasional letter from my grandparents who live 50 miles away from us.

I drop my bag on the couch, take my shoes off and head to the kitchen. I get a pop from the fridge . . . to cool me off. The days are starting to get hot again. I hear some noises coming from the backyard and walk towards the window to see what it might be.

I peek through the blinds and see Mr. Miller, weeding and clipping his garden. He is a large man, kinda reminds me of Santa Claus, beard and all. He is a retired school teacher, and has been divorced for 6 years. He does a lot of yard work at this time of year.



Our backyards are separated by a wire fence so watching him work is easy. His shirt is getting soaked from perspiration, but he is wearing shorts so at least his legs can breathe. I grab an extra pop from the fridge, put on a pair of old athletic shoes and step out into the backyard. Mr. Miller is caught by surprise as I tap him on the shoulder. “Hi, Mr. Miller. I brought you something to drink.



“Oh, hi, Katie. You startled me. And thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you. Are you on your summer vacation yet?” He starts putting some of his garden tools aside. “Yes, Mr. Miller. School is out. I don’t have to go to summer school since I am doing better this year.” He nods, as he takes a sip of his pop.

“Why don’t we get out of the sun? I have to finish working on my truck. You can keep me company in the garage.” I nod, and follow Mr. Miller to his garage. I have made a point of keeping him company, especially the last couple of years. A miniature rake falls out of his toolbox and I bend down to pick it up. He says, “It’s okay, Katie. I’ll get that.” As he squats down, one of Mr. Miller’s balls slip out the right side of his shorts. I couldn’t help but look. He must not be wearing any underwear. His shorts are kinda short after all. “Mr. Miller has nice big balls,” I think to myself.

“Katie?” he says, as I realize that I was staring. Mr. Miller looks down and realizes that I can see something that I shouldn’t be seeing. He gets up and we put the stuff down in the shed next to the garage. The hood of his truck is open, and tools and equipment are laying on a workbench to the side.

“I’m going to get out of my school clothes. My mom will get angry if these get dirty while I help you.” He removes his shirt and wipes the sweat off his brow. The top button on his cutoff jeans is unbuttoned to let his Santa Claus belly hang out. His chest is covered in thick gray hair, all soaked in sweat. He looks me over and smiles. He lies down on the creeper and slides under the truck. I run back to my house, strip off my school clothes and replace them with a thin shirt and the bottom of a two-piece bathing suit I like to wear.

I begin to run back, hesitate a moment and make the decision not to put back on my bra as I spend some afternoon time with Mr. Miller. My titties have begun to blossom somewhat, but it’s too hot to wear that thing the rest of the day. All this running is getting me hot too. Looking down, I think . . . maybe this bathing suit bottom has gotten a bit small for me. I don’t think he will mind.



I squat down to see what he is doing. But it’s too dark to totally see under his truck. “Why don’t you tell me how the last day of school went, Katie?” I noticed a different tone in his voice but I couldn’t tell what. “Well, we didn’t have that much to do. We were all just waiting for the bell to ring. All the kids just wanted to start summer break as soon as possible,” I giggled.

His zipper had gotten half undone as he went under the truck. Although it is dark, I can easily see some of his thick, gray pubes sticking out.