Once You Are With A Man No Boy Will Do

The boy next door. Right? Wrong, he was the man next door. I was fourteen that summer and wore short shorts and tube tops, and after I left the house took my bra off. We walked around the mall with our headlights on and enjoyed the way men looked at us. One afternoon we were sitting at the food court and this man kept looking at me and I let my legs get open. I could feel everything, it was my first intentional sex experience. He couldn't see anything because of my shorts, but he got the message and rubbed his dick in his pants.

I went to the supermarket with my mother in a short skirt and no panties. The first time I left the house commando. Around men I bent over knowing that they could see my butt and I always stood with my legs slightly open so that they could get a good look. How many men messed their pants I don't know, but I'm sure that quite a few did. At the time I didn't know I was being an exhibitionist, but I was.

The man next door to us always looked at me when I was outside. I could see him in his window when I was helping in the yard. I wore short short shorts, and a thong, and I know he could see my butt when I bent over. It was hot one afternoon and I took my top off and showered myself with the hose and gave him a wet tshirt moment after I put my shirt back on. I imagined him standing at the window with his dick in his hand. It was that summer that I washed the car with my friend, in bikini bottoms and no bra tshirts, all wet and our nipples clearly visible to anyone that wanted to watch. Like my neighbor, he watched. He stood in his yard and watched us without moving. and when my friend grabbed my tits from behind I locked eyes with him.

It was me that went over, and knocked on his back door and asked him if there was any work I could do, I was earning money for the summer. He should never have let me in the door, but he did and said all he had was laundry and I said that was easy and I would do his laundry for ten bucks. While the washer was doing the work I got on my knees in front of him while he sat on the couch and put my hands on his dick in his pants and told him that I didn't have a father, not even a brother. So how was I supposed to learn about men.

He took my top off first, no bra just titties and he slurped and kissed and sucked on my nipples while I pushed my shorts down and he had me with only a pink thong on. I sucked his dick for him, he kept asking me how old I was and I didn't answer. I slipped my thong off and straddled his lap and rode his dick down. He was so scared at that moment. I told him I wasn't a virgin or anything like that, I had sucked dick and been fucked before. What I didn't tell him that never by a man, just some boy in the seventh grade.

I had sex with him that summer, on his bed, all naked and on my back. I liked missionary more than anything else and I liked sucking his dick. I did his laundry on Wednesdays and vacuumed in a thong. By the end of the summer and I went back to school for the ninth grade, I was far ahead of my classmates when it came to sex. My neighbor continued to fuck me until I went to college, but he was always scared when he did it. It didn't matter how much I told him I would never turn him in. The bottom line is that sex with a man made sex with high school boys a waste of time and sex in college was also a big disappointment. I guess that's why I am attracted to older men.