Chapter 1 – Chelsea’s Fantasy
Being a woman in my mid-forties, I had never been married before, had kids or been in any really serious relationships. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attractive, I was just really picky and more career oriented than anything.
When the neighbors had moved in several years ago, next door to me, I had noticed that they had a teenage son. A very attractive teenage son. I soon became friends with his mother and found that this year he had turned eighteen years old. That was last month.
In the summer time I often lie out by my pool and tan myself a little every day, just to keep a nice golden glow to my skin. I begin to notice that the teenage boy next door, Chad, has been watching me from his bedroom window. So, today, I decide to sunbathe nude in my backyard.
I am lying on my back in my chaise lounge chair with my sunglasses on and I am totally naked. I can see Chad’s bedroom window and I can tell when he is peeping at me. Not ten minutes go by and sure enough I see his curtains open a little and he is there, with binoculars in the window eyeballing me in my nude glory.
I decide that I am going to give him a little show. I slide my hands over my breasts with the suntan oil, which makes my nipples very hard. I have nice 36DD breasts that have kept their shape and perkiness over the years. I then dribble some suntan oil over my stomach and I begin to rub my stomach with my hand and slowly work my way down to my pussy mound. I only rub the outside of my pussy, I never enter it. At that moment, I just want to create an illusion that I am going to play with myself, as he watches. You know, just to tease him a little.
I gently glide my hand over my pussy mound. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I still haven’t taken my eyes off of the window and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. I want to make sure he is watching me because I wouldn’t want to be putting on a show for no one. What fun would that be, right?
The curtains are still halfway open up in Chad’s bedroom. I then stop rubbing my pussy mound and relax my hands on the side. I could almost hear the disappointment in his sigh as he had had expected me to masturbate. But, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Not just yet.
I doze off for a while and he is still watching me. Even though I can’t see him or what he is doing, it is only obvious that he is looking at my nude oiled up body and stroking his young hard cock. I take pleasure in knowing that I am the object of his masturbation material.
I turn over after about fort-five minutes and expose my ass. I fall asleep for another forty-five minutes and then I get up and go into my house. That is phase one of my plan. Next step is phase two. I know for a fact that Chad is home alone now. Both his parents are at work and he is lazily passing the days until he starts college in the fall.
I call him next door, knowing that he is alone. He answers the phone. “Hello?” He says.
“Hi this is Chelsea next door. Is this Rob?” I ask. Rob is his dad’s name. I want him to think that I mistaken him for being older than he actually was.
“No, this is Chad, his son.” He replies to me.
“Oh, I’m sorry Chad. You sound so grown up, I thought you were your father.” I feed him the line and he takes it.
“Well, thank you. Did you need some help or something?” He asks.
“Well, I have these bowls at the top of my shelf in my kitchen that I need help getting down. I seem to have misplaced my step ladder and I need a tall strong man to get the bowls down for me.” I then pause and feed him the next bait line. “I suppose I can wait until your father gets home and call him then. I am sorry to bother you Chad.”
“Oh you are no bother Ms. Walker.” He says.
“Please, call me Chelsea. We’re neighbors after all.” I tell him.
“Well, maybe I could come over and help you get down those bowls. I am just as tall and strong as my dad is.” Chad informs me proudly. “Well, if you think you can handle the job, sure why not? Come on over now.” I say to him.
We hang up and moments later, he is at my door. I open it and let him in. He is wearing a pair of shorts with no shirt on. It was warm outside and most of the guys in our neighborhood go shirtless. I could tell he had been working out lately because his chest was beginning to look chiseled and he had six pack abs. It took all my self-control not to reach out and feel his pecs.
I also noticed that he didn’t have much hair on his chest at all, showing how young he still was. I lead him to the kitchen and showed him what cabinet and the high shelf. He reaches up and opens the cabinet and effortlessly reaches up and pulls down the bowls and places them on the counter.
“Well, now, aren’t you the helpful one.” I tell him. He blushes a little. “Thank you.” I say to him.
“You’re welcome Ms… I mean Chelsea.” He says. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” He asks me.
Then I go in for the kill. “Ass a matter of fact, Chad, there is.” I walked over to him and begin to feel his chest. He is a little shocked, but he doesn’t pull away from me. “I noticed you watching me from your window this morning.”
“Y…y… you did?” He says a little embarrassed.
“Yes, and I know that wasn’t your first time either.” I inform him.
Chad is now speechless. Then he asks me, “Are you going to tell my parents?”
“Well, I don’t think that is necessary.” I tell him. “I think we can come to an arrangement. Don’t you?” I ask him, still running my hand over his chest.
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