This is actually a story I wrote a few years back, but deleted it and am now just getting around to rewriting it.
Chapter One - Secret Flirtations
Neighbors. Can't live with them, can't live without...well actually I could do without them.
It was early spring a few years back when I was rudely awoken from my suburban dream. The house next door to mine had become vacant. I was initially intrigued by the thought of new neighbors. While my current one's were nice, I was fairly indifferent to them. My hopes and aspirations were blown to bits when the moving van came. Out stepped a large, fairly overweight lout of a man. His wife, being very vocal about what she thought of him at that moment, came out as well. She was short, thin and muscular. Her hair was short and blonde; she was wearing bike shorts and T-shirt. Her chest was small, barely a B cup, but her legs were well toned. I probably would have found her attractive, if she wasn't an obvious bitch. She stopped berating the ogre she called a husband to turn and holler into the truck. Darcy, I and the rest of the neighborhood simply guessed that was her name since her shrew mother was screaming it at the top of her lungs, stepped out of the truck and into the sunlight. The tall, sandy-haired girl was clad in loose, grungy sweat pants, an old T-shirt, and canvas shoes without socks or shoelaces. Though her clothes were baggy, her womanly shape was fairly evident beneath them. Large firm breasts pressed out her shirtfront, and well-rounded hips filled out her pants.
I was surprised at how physically mature the teenager was. The way her mother treated her and the way she was acting you'd swear she was twelve, but her body screamed eighteen or more. She intrigued me, despite her dirty and unkempt appearance.
The rest of the day was spent playing on the computer, trying desperately to drown out the shouting next-door. I found I spent many an evening doing the same, uncomfortable listing to the woman's constant harping. I could only imagine what life was like next door, Linda, the mother, screaming, the husband drinking, and Darcy hiding.
Eventually summer came and school let out. Both Linda and her husband worked days, so their daughter was left alone during the day. She quickly gravitated to the pool, much to my delight. Free of her grunge and muck, Darcy was all woman. I'd found out that she was sixteen through chance meetings on the street. She swam almost daily, and my home-based business allowed me to stay and watch from the confines of my bedroom. I knew it was taboo, but it felt so right, lusting after tight teen ass, fantasizing about her huge breasts, one in my hand the other in my mouth, wanting to taste her young pussy.
She'd wear a full one-piece suit that managed to cover quite a bit of skin, much to my displeasure. I had a feeling her mother was jealous, in a way, of her daughter's full figure.
One day I was browsing through the clothing store and came across a mannequin clad in a tight, revealing bikini. The top was low-cut and showed lots of cleavage. The bottom, just barely covered her crotch and was thong backed. "Oh," I thought to myself, "To see Darcy in that." I walked on, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. Finally I returned and bought a maroon colored one. Now, how to give it her?
The entire ride home was occupied with alternating thoughts of how to get the bikini to Darcy and picturing her in it. Finally I'd struck upon a plan, but I just needed the right timing. Darcy's folks usually left around 8:00 in morning. She didn't head out to the pool until around 11:00. That gave me some time to hide it by the pool with a note "From a secret admirer." I was giddy all day long. I was up early to watch her parents leave. At around 10:30, I headed into my backyard. The gate to my property and theirs were next to each other so I slipped over unseen and dropped the package on the lounge chair Darcy often used. I was heading back around their house when I froze, hearing the garage door open. "Of fucking all days!" I swore under my breath. I could here someone running around.
"About time you got up lazy!"
"Sorry."
"Get out of that bathrobe and get dressed. You've got chores to do!"
"But Mom!"
"I don't want to hear it. Where's that yellow folder I brought home?"
"On the table where you left it."
"Don't get smart with me missy. This house better be spotless when we get home!"
I heard a door slam and the car start. I waited about half a minute after hearing the garage door shut before moving again. I debated grabbing the package, thinking Darcy wouldn't be swimming today, but I figured she'd defy her mother eventually.
After sneaking back into my place, I grabbed my usual spot in my room to watch. A few minutes after 11:00 Darcy appeared. Her face showed signs of crying, and my heart really went out to her. She was still in the robe her mother mentioned. She immediately spotted the package. She read the letter attached to it and I could see her smile and look around for its giver. She tore it open and pulled the small pieces of cloth out and examined them. She looked very serious. I worried, would she like it? Hate it? Tell her parents? Oh shit, I hadn't thought of that. Darcy picked up all the loose wrapping and headed inside. After several minutes she returned still clad in her robe. She went to the edge of the pool and untied the robe. It fell to the ground and my hopes were fulfilled, she was wearing the bikini. It grabbed tightly at every sensual curve she possessed. Her breasts were pressed together tightly forming a massive line of cleavage. Her ass was fully exposed through the thong. The skin was smooth and supple. Darcy dove into the pool and proceeded to swim for several minutes. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I pulled my swollen member from my shorts to ease the pressure. I began stroking it base to tip as I'd often had watching her swim and sunbathe. Finally she emerged from the water and laid out on her stomach to enjoy the desert sun. The sight of her nearly naked ass was driving me wild. I pumped my cock harder and harder, imagining I was fucking the teen doggie style.
My climax was approaching; I could feel my load rising from my balls. Suddenly she rolled over, apparently having had enough on her backside. With one arm draped over her eyes to shield them from the bright sun, Darcy took her hand and slid it down under the panties of her suit. I could clearly make out the soft, gentle stroking motion as she took to fingers and rubbed them up and down over her clit. Her hand pressed further and further down, pulling her panties lower. I'd catch glimpses of her soft sandy brown pubic hair, as her hands got more and more frantic. She was hungry for her orgasm; I could see it in her face. I was too. Soon her hips were bucking and my hand was slapping my cock frantically. My balls tensed and soon my white seed was spilling over my hand and splattering upon the window. I collapsed into my chair to watch Darcy finish masturbating. Her legs clenched tightly around her hand, her ass raised high and her mouth agape in pleasure. She waited there a few minutes before gathering herself, her robe and her towel up and went inside. I too needed to clean up. I'd never imagined what had just transpired ever would, but I was ever so thankful it did.
The next three days went about the same way; the new access to her crotch after swimming made her a self-fucking slut. After a few days of watching, I decided she needed some sunglasses, so I got some and left them for her. Now she could go at her teenage pussy with both hands. She'd pull one leg up as she drove her other hand into her hungry pussy.
Soon I found myself leaving her other gifts of more swimwear, each outfit skimpier than the last. Eventually she was in a see-through bikini outfit that hid nothing. Her nipples were firm and her areolas dark and huge. Eventually swim wear wasn't enough. I left out erotic stories I'd written for her, books on sex, and then lingerie. She'd never wear it outdoors, but I'd catch glimpses of her through the windows in the various body stockings and teddies I'd given her.
My lust for her was growing by the day. I didn't feel dirty or wrong with how I felt, I just wanted to be with her. I spent many hours debating and deciding, how to let her know it was me that sent the gifts and that I could do so much more to her than her hands ever could. What I needed was a plan.