During summer break when I was sixteen I spent a lot of days laying outside by the pool tanning. I had a gorgeous bikini, and when I would lay on my stomach I'd untie it in the back. I spent many hours doing that, reading a book or listening to the radio while I got some sun. It wasn't long before I started to notice that my neighbor always seemed to be doing a lot of yard work every day I tanned. A friend once joked that he had to have the cleanest neatest yard in the neighborhood thanks to my tanning by the pool.

He wasn't a bad looking guy and had never been any sort of a perv. My parents thought he was a great neighbor and he often brought us fresh fruit and vegetables from his garden. He was probably in his mid to late thirties, and handsome enough that I didn't mind him looking.

One weekend in July my parents had went out with some friends on a boat. I stayed at home and went out to tan as usual. With no parents and no annoying kid brother around, I laid back on my back, pulled off my top, and put my headphones in. I decided to close my eyes and take a nap and get rid of the pesky tan lines. The privacy fence assured that the neighbor would have to work really hard to even get a glimpse, so I relaxed and fell asleep.

When I finally came too, I could see my neighbor on the other side of his yard. He had a ladder propped against a tree and was at it's top and sawing at some tree branches. He hadn't cut many down, so it became obvious he'd climbed up to enjoy the view. It felt absolutely awesome to know I had that sort of power over a man, just with my tits.

I went to the privacy fence and got up on my tip toes so I could see over the top. I called the neighbor "Hey Joe!" He turned off the saw, looked over at me, and waved. He climbed down and came over.

"A little hot to be cutting trees in the middle of the day, isn't it??" I asked, pressing my tits against the fence where he couldn't see them. He leaned against the other side, and the only thing that separated was those slats of wood.

"It's not too bad," he said. "Have to get it done at some time."

"What about that one??" I asked him, leaning up farther against the fence so he got a good view of the top of my breasts, smashed together into impossible cleavage. There maybe even have been a slight bit of my pink areola exposed. His eyes took awhile to look at the tree, and he stumbled over his words for a few seconds.

"Ye...yeah..." he said, pointing off to the tree. "I'll have to get to that one too." Every time I looked over at the tree, he looked down at my tips. I could see him casually trying to lift himself up on his toes to see more, and I was starting to get a little turned on. Just a little. I backed up barely an inch, and could feel my little nipples barely touching the wood. I was sure he could see.

There was a knothole a bit to my right and just at my knees, and I playfully stuck my finger and thumb through and pinched at his hip. He jumped, and I laughed. He shook his head and started laughing to and said "Don't do that."
I backed up further, as if I was scared he might do the same, and gave him the full view of my tits and bronzed body. All I had on was my bathing suit bottoms. They weren't skimpy or sexy. They were cute, but they hugged my hips and skin enough to show off what I wanted others to see. He didn't try to be coy at all. He leaned up over the fence and took a good long look.

"You guys have a great pool," he said, trying to make it seem like that's what he was looking at. I was absolutely hot and bothered by how much I was working him up.

"Yeah," I said. "It's got a lot of leaves and stuff in it right now." When I said it, I bent way over at the hips to pick up the scooper with my knees apart just enough that I know he could see the shape of my mound through the bathing suit. I imagined his penis was so hard it might bust the buttons on his pants. I pretend to scoop a few leaves out and made sure when I shook them out of the net that my breasts and butt bounced and jiggled.

When I turned back around, he was staring, mouth open. I laughed a little. "What??" I asked, giggling. He didn't say anything. Just closed his mouth and blinked a few times. I went back over to the fence and immediately stuck two fingers through the knothole, and caught his belt loop. "What's wrong, Mr. Tulley??"

"You probably shouldn't be out here exposed like you are," he said, his fingers reaching down to peel my hand off his pants. "Anyone could see you."

"Someone has," I said, trying to be sexy. I pulled on his belt loop toward the fence, summoned all my courage, and decided that if I had the power, I could use it. I'd been with guys before, but not an older man. Some of the girls at school said college aged boys made way better lovers. If that was the case, then the neighbor would make even a better lover than that. "It's okay that you looked Mr. Tulley. I'm not going to say anything."

He stopped trying to pull away. "I didn't mean to look. It wasn't like that. Please don't tell anyone. They wouldn't understand."

I had him hook, line, and sinker. I wiggled my fingers through the hole and tickled at his side, laughing. "It's okay. I promise I won't tell anyone anything at all. It's no big thing, right??"

"No big thing," he said.

"Let me see your dick," I said. He looked astonished. "C'mon. You've seen me. Let me see yours." I wiggled my fingers in the hole. "I dare you to stick it through here."

Mr. Tulley looked around and muttered "I can't." I wiggled my fingers some more and found some skin under his shirt. I tickled at it with my nails. "I promise I'm not going to say anything," I said. "Promise."

I heard him unzip his pants, and he glanced around to be sure no one was watching. Suddenly, I could feel his hard-on against my fingertips and pulled them back. He pushed his cock through the hole and it was absolutely rock hard. It was long and thick and pretty, and I giggled when I saw it, but then wrapped my hand around it. He tried to pull away but I stopped him.

"Don't move," I said. I slank down behind the fence where he couldn't see me and decided I was going to have some fun. I rubbed his cock all over my tits, teasing it's head with my nipples. He couldn't see me, so I reached into my swimsuit and rubbed my clit. I could hear him groaning on the other side of the fence as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave him a slow hand job. After a minute or so I leaned in and licked the tip, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Then I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked on him like he was a melting popsicle.

"You have to let me come around the fence," he said.

I moaned around his cock in dismissal. I had him right where I wanted him. I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could and rolled my tongue around his shaft, and then slid him slowly back out of my mouth with a pop. "Nope," I said. "You stay right there and don't move." He did as he was told and I stood up to see how high up his cock was poking through the fence.

I had to drag over the chair I was laying out in, and Mr. Tulley was awfully nervous. He kept asking what I was doing. I pulled the chair up against the fence, got onto it on my knees, and started sucking his cock again to shut him up. He begged to come around the fence. I moaned "nnnn-nnnn" around his hard on. I pulled him free and wrapped my tits around his cock and fucked him with them. I decided I was going to fuck him. It's not like he could tell anyone. No one would ever know and we'd both hopefully get ours.

I stood up on the chair and balanced. Now we were face to face right above the fence line. I was giggling. He looked around nervously. "Relax," I said. "I'm going to bend over and slide you into my pussy. Don't freak out and pull away. Just pretend like nothing is going on and no one will notice a thing." He started to protest but I ignore him when I saw he sure as hell didn't pull his dick away.

I turned around and balanced myself on the chair, and pulled my bikini down to mid thigh. I eased backwards slowly, one hand on the fence for support. I could hear him muttering about how wrong this was and it distracted me. I felt the head press against my tiny little asshole and jumped forward, almost falling over. "Ooops!" I said. "Almost in the wrong hole."

I heard him groan and saw his dick jump, but I wasn't going to do anal for the first time with the neighbor out in the open. Even I wasn't that daring. I slid back and held my lips open with two fingers until I felt his cock head press into my warm hole. I was dripping wet on the power trip. He was like a slave.

I pushed my hips back slowly, taking a tiny bit in. I moved forward and then pushed back deeper. He groaned everytime I did it until at last my ass rested flush against the fence. He was really thick, and it was very filling. I found a great balance and started rocking back and forth on the chair, and my free hand was diddling my own clit. I was so wet I was dripping against my hand. I heard the back door of his house slam and heard his wife talking to him, and I stopped for a second. I couldn't hear what she said.

"Just looking at the pool," he said, cool as ice. "Wondering if we have enough room in our backyard for one like theirs." She said something else I couldn't hear and he said "No, they aren't even home. They won't care." She started talking to him, and I got sick of listening. I started rocking again, sliding his cock in and out of me faster and faster. He and her were still chatting when I finally came, and I made sure to stay ultra-quiet. I heard his voice crack and felt his cock throb, even as he was talking to his wife, and I pulled off of him and started jerking him off. He came so hard that it nearly shot across the cement and into the pool. Just as the last torrent spurted out over my deck chair, I heard his wife go back in and shut the door.

"Holy fuck," he said, gasping for air. I leaned up over the fence and saw him with his forehead pressed against it, desperately trying to get his cock back in his pants. "You can't tell anyone about this," he said. "Please, I'm begging you."

I never did. Not until now. I never told about the two other times I fucked him either. Once when I was 19, and again just after I'd turned 21. On those three occasions, I lit up his life, and it was harmless physical sex that got us both off.

I only feel a little bit guilty.