Marla: Neighbor Affair

Marla: Neighbor Affair

Part 1: Lawn Service

Eighteen year-old Buddy Wilson gaped when Marla Harris walked into his bedroom, her beautiful body barely concealed by a filmy black negligee.. It was obvious Mrs. Harris wore absolutely nothing under the negligee.

"Mrs. Harris!" he gulped.

"Yes, Buddy?" she purred.

He couldn't talk and couldn't take his eyes off her body. It was fantastic! Better than he dreamed it would be.

"Do you like my outfit?" Marla asked. She turned so he could see all of her.

"Um hum," Buddy responded. He couldn't talk, but he could make sounds. An erection swelled in the tight confines of his shorts.

Mrs. Harris walked toward him. As she did, her breasts bobbed, and the robe fell open. Buddy thought he'd explode. Mrs. Harris was letting him see her naked!

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Buddy?" Marla asked as she moved closer to the bed where he lay.

"Yes, ma'am," Buddy replied, relieved he could talk again.

"Would you like to make love with me?" she whispered.

Would he! Buddy's vocal cords were paralyzed. He tried to reply, but couldn't. He nodded.

"That's nice, Buddy," Mrs. Harris whispered and knelt next to the bed. "I think you're very sexy. I've wanted to make love with you for a long time."

"Oh God!" Buddy thought. "After dreaming about this all these years it's really going to happen!"

Mrs. Harris unzipped his shorts and took out the lad's swollen penis. "Oh, Buddy," she murmured, stroking it. "Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!"

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"Buddy! Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to get up!" a voice, not Mrs. Harris's, called. Buddy opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his own bed, in his own house. Disappointed, he realized it was his mother calling his name, not Mrs. Harris. He picked up his eyeglasses from the bedside table, put them on, and looked down at his middle. A rigid erection tented the bedcovers and his hand was stroking it.

"Damn!" he muttered, disappointed. "Why couldn't Mom have let me sleep a little longer? It really would have been wonderful to finish that dream."

The young man struggled to his feet and stretched, then went into the bathroom. He showered, dressed, and went downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen, getting breakfast.

"I thought you were going to sleep all day," his mother said. "Remember, you have to mow Harris' lawn today."

"Yeah, I remember," Buddy grumbled. If he wasn't going to get to make love with Mrs. Harris, at least he'd get to see her.

Buddy was a senior in high school and had a crush on their attractive neighbor ever since he realized girls were delightfully different from boys. In his opinion, the auburn-haired woman who lived across the street was the sexiest female in the whole world.

Marla Harris and her husband were friends of Buddy's parents and, ever since he was old enough, he had mowed Harris' lawn and did odd jobs for them. He didn't mind. They paid him extremely well, but he'd have gladly worked for them free so he could hang around their house and gaze at the object of his fantasies.

Buddy finished his breakfast and got up. "Guess I better get started," he told his mother.

"Will you be home for lunch?" his mother asked.

"Probably not," he said. "You know Mrs. Harris. She thinks she has to feed me when I work over there."

"All right, then," his mother said. "Remember, your father and I are going up to Aunt Abigail's for the weekend, so you'll be on your own until Sunday night. Make sure you eat and get enough sleep."

"Aw, Mom," Buddy said. He turned and walked out the door. He crossed the street to the Harris place and went around to the back door. He knocked and Marla came to the door, wearing a form-fitting tank top and equally snug jeans. Buddy felt his chest tighten. Mrs. Harris was his Mom's age, but she looked a lot sexier than his mother did!

"Buddy!" Marla said, her soft and husky, "Hi." She smiled at him warmly. She liked her young neighbor and enjoyed having him around. He had short brown hair, a pleasant face, wore glasses, and was a little pudgy, but he had always been very polite and she'd known for years he adored her.

"Ah, I'm here to cut the grass," Buddy said.

"I'm glad. It sure needs it," Marla replied.

Buddy went to the garage, got out the mower, and began to work. Even though a huge in-ground pool in their back yard took up a lot of area, the Harris property was big, with a lot of grass to mow. He hoped that, like other times he mowed the yard, Mrs. Harris would come out and lounge around the pool. Buddy saved the area near the pool until last, so if Mrs. Harris came out, he'd be able to watch her.

All morning he worked without seeing Mrs. Harris. He'd cut everything but the grass near the pool and was starting to feel disappointed. Maybe she wasn't going to come out today. But, when he'd about given up hope, she came out and waved to him. He turned off the mower.

"Lunch time!" Mrs. Harris called.

Buddy went in the house, washed his hands, and sat down at the kitchen table. Mrs. Harris, as usual, had enough food for three people. He ate ravenously. Smiling, Marla watched him as he ate.

"Had enough?" she asked when he finished.

"Heck, yes," he replied. "I'm stuffed." He sat back in his chair.

"It's nice to have you here," she said. "You make me feel like my cooking is special."

"Ah, it is. It's really good!" Buddy told her. He wasn't lying. Marla Harris wasn't just gorgeous, she was a fine cook, too.

"You're quite the flatterer," Marla said. She smiled and blushed a little. Buddy thought it made her even more beautiful. "You've grown into quite a handsome young man," she continued, "It seems like just yesterday you started doing our lawn."

Buddy felt himself get hot. He knew he was blushing, and felt very, very uncomfortable.

"Ah...I guess I, ah, better get back to the yard," he stammered. He pushed himself away from the table and got up. "Thanks for lunch."

"You're welcome, Buddy," Marla said.

Buddy resumed mowing and eventually the section around the pool was all that remained to be done. Filled with anticipation, he watched for Mrs. Harris, hoping she'd come out for some sun. He kept looking toward the house. At one point he almost drove the mower into the flowerbed. His hopes were finally realized when Marla Harris emerged from the house and started for the pool.

Buddy almost fell off the mower when he saw that Mrs. Harris was wearing a tiny white string bikini that left very little to the imagination. His breath caught and his heart started to pound. Mrs. Harris's body was even more fantastic than he'd imagined! He gulped and kept staring in her direction.

Marla Harris walked toward the pool slowly, her heart pounding, extremely conscious of her young admirer's wide-eyed gaze. What Buddy didn't know was that she'd been fantasizing about him, too. Her husband, Tom, spent a lot of time away on business trips and their sex life had fallen off to almost nothing. Every time Buddy came over and followed her every move with his adoring eyes, Marla experienced a thrill. At thirty-six she still carried just under a hundred and thirty pounds on her five foot eight inch frame. Her breasts were firm and filled the 34C bras she wore just fine. Her waist remained a tidy twenty-four inches and her hips retained the same thirty-three inch measurement they'd had in high school. She hadn't been able to bear children and worked out regularly, so her stomach remained nearly flat and had no stretch marks. She wore her long mass of wild, wavy hair bleached into a golden blonde hue. For her trip to the pool, she had it wound up in a French twist held in place with a spring clip.

"Maybe," she often thought, "Buddy would like to help me do something about my frustrations." Then, feeling guilty, she would force the thoughts from her mind. Until the next time the young man came over.

She bought the swimsuit - far more daring than any suit she'd ever dared buy before - for the express purpose of breaking through Buddy's reserve. She got it out every time he came over that summer, but she'd never worn it before today. The reality was she was afraid to wear the suit and to come on to Buddy. What if he didn't respond to her advances? Rejection by her husband was bad enough; rejection by Buddy would crush her.

Today was different. Screwing up her courage, Marla put the suit on and went outside. "Too late to turn back now," she thought as she walked down the back steps and started across the lawn toward the pool. She could feel herself trembling and her heart was pounding. What if Buddy didn't find her attractive? She felt like running back into the house and changing, but didn't. At last she reached the pool and laid down on a chaise lounge, surprised to discover she was filled with anticipation and growing excitement.

Buddy waved to Mrs. Harris. She waved back and he almost ran the lawnmower into a flowerbed again. He felt his penis begin to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. Moving closer and closer, he finished the lawn, keeping an eye on the lovely woman the whole time.

Marla watched him, smiling. She giggled softly when she saw how disconcerted he was. Her daring suit was having the desired effect. Perhaps she had been right to buy it. Maybe something would happen. She was surprised how warm she felt. Lying in the sun usually didn't warm her this much.