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I meant to say this in part 1, but this story is inspired by NuclearGorilla’s series Neighbor Saw My Wife Naked. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it.
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It was Monday morning around the time Mikayla usually appeared. Martin sat on his porch nervous as ever, wondering if Mikayla was going to appear again.
He had messed up touching her butt on Saturday but her reaction was not what he had expected. He had expected her to be furious, but she seemed calm almost, almost thrilled by it. Still, he worried with time she might have a different reaction. He had stayed inside all of Sunday and hadn’t contacted Mikayla. He wasn’t sure what to say and was worried he might say or do something else stupid. Still, he sat out on his porch Monday morning, the temptation of seeing Mikayla too enticing to ignore.
Just as his worry hit a crescendo, Mikayla ripped the curtains open and there she was in all her beautiful glory. She wore a dark red lingerie set, that made her already fantastic body look even better.
Mikayla did her usual routine, stretching above her head before turning around and bending over. She then turned back around and waved for Martin to come over, which he excitedly did, hopeful that his mistake on Saturday didn’t ruin their friendship.
Sunday had been a quiet day for Mikayla. She couldn’t do her regular show for Martin in the morning, it was still the weekend plus her husband was home. She still opened her front window in only a bathrobe but Martin wasn’t there. She felt a deep disappointment, having grown to enjoy their time in the morning together. She rationalized that he knew there would be no show today and probably had other things to do.
She had thought a lot about Martin touching her butt. It was unexpected but quite titillating, it was the most action she had had in weeks. She knew it was wrong but that only made it more exciting.
Sunday was pretty nondescript for her. Josh was too tired from a hard week of work to do much more than sit on the couch and watch TV. She caught herself staring at Martin’s house a few times, wondering if she should text him, knowing how guilty he could feel. She would have worried he wouldn’t be there Monday morning but she knew he couldn’t resist.
“Hello!” Martin said walking right into Mikayla’s home without knocking.
“Hey, I’m in the kitchen making our coffees.” She replied.
Martin made his way to the kitchen, walking in and seeing Mikayla bent over at the waist looking in one of the lower cabinets. Her thong-cladded ass looked so perfect and round, the small fabric tucked between her heavenly cheeks.
“Where is that sugar?” Mikayla asked, shaking her butt at him. “Here it is.” She said, finally standing up and turning around. “Martin, how are you?” She asked him, giving him a big welcoming smile.
“I’m good, sorry for not knocking.” He answered.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all.” She replied. “Please take a seat.”
“I should also apologize for Saturday.” He said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
“What for? I had a wonderful time with you.” She replied, turning her attention to getting their coffees.
“Well for.. umm, touching your… umm… well your… ummm…” Martin stuttered.
Mikayla smirked, her back was turned but she could hear the nerves in his voice. “My butt?” She said, turning around to face him, 2 full mugs in her hands.
“Yes, that.” He replied.
“Why are you apologizing for that?” She asked, placing a mug in front of him, making sure to lean forward and give him a deep look down her cleavage before sitting next to him.
“Ummm… it was inappropriate of me to touch you like that.” He responded.
“Oh please, I’ve been basically begging you to touch me.” She told him.
“Really?” Martin replied surprised.
“Of course, why do you think I bend over in front of you so often?” Mikayla responded.
“So, you’re not mad?” He asked.
“Of course not.” She answered. “Now, what do you have planned for the day?”
Mikayla and Martin had their usual morning talk as they sipped on their coffees. Mikayla smiled as she saw Martin relax and open up. She especially smiled when she saw him look down at her barely covered chest. It had finally sunk in his brain that she didn’t mind him looking. Mikayla had to do some work today, so she had to say goodbye to Martin after they finished.
“It was great talking to you again.” Martin said as they walked to her front door.
“It’s always a pleasure.” Mikayla replied.
Mikayla stepped forward and hugged Martin again. Martin hesitated for a moment, but as Mikayla lingered in the hug, he reached down and grabbed her left butt cheek.
“Hehe!” Is all the reaction he got from Mikayla. He began massaging it in his hand, feeling the soft yet muscular cheek of his lovely neighbor. He tried to memorize the feeling in his hands as the moment seemed to be over so quickly. Mikayla gave him a kiss on the cheek, then pulled away slightly. Martin moved his hand away from her butt and they smiled at each other for a long moment before gebze escort Martin left.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said before leaving.
“Yes, you will.” Mikayla replied with a smirk.
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Martin patiently waited for Mikayla Tuesday morning, just like he did every morning now. Mornings seemed to take forever now as he was always overly excited. Today was especially hard as Mikayla had given him the ok to touch her and he fully intended to take advantage.
When he saw Mikayla in the window wearing a lacy light blue set of lingerie, he took in her little show. Once she walked away, he quickly got up and made his way over. He once again entered without knocking and went right to the kitchen. Mikayla was preparing their coffees like normal.
Mikayla smiled at him when he entered the kitchen. She put the coffee down on the table and sat down. Martin looked a little disappointed as she sat down. She knew why, he wanted her to bend over so he could touch her butt some more. But she had other plans.
“Hi Martin, come sit down.” She said inviting him to the table.
“Thank you for the coffee.” He replied sitting down. “How are you doing?”
They began to chitchat as they sipped on their coffees. Martin would take a peek at Mikayla’s breasts periodically, making sure not to linger to long to be seen as creepy. He noticed this bra today seemed to be extra revealing, he could almost see the outside of her areola. It was hard to focus as his brain pondered what her nipples looked like.
“Mmfff… had a real tough workout yesterday.” Mikayla said at one point as she stretched her long legs out. “Do you lift at all?”
“No, never really got into that.” He answered.
“It’s not too late.” She replied. “But it sure does make your legs sore.”
“I’m afraid working out may destroy me if it’s making you sore.” He responded.
“Hehe, ya.” She said. “Mmfff…I’ve tried icing but what I really need is a good massage.”
“I could help with that.” He offered, seeing an opportunity.
Mikayla smirked a bit, she had hoped he’d say that. “Would you? I’d really appreciate it.” She replied.
“Ya, I could definitely help you.” He responded.
“Thank you so much.” She said. “Come on.”
Mikayla stood up and grabbed Martin’s hand. He stood up and followed her as she led him upstairs. Martin’s eyes followed Mikayla’s magnificent ass, the small thong barely hiding anything.
“Let go in here.” She told him, bringing him into her bedroom. “The bed should give us plenty of space.”
Martin froze at the door. It was his first time being in her bedroom. The walls were a dark brown, there sat an ornate bed on the right, a dresser on the left, and 2 armchairs by the large window on the other side of the room.
“Are you coming?” She asked as she got on the bed.
“Yes, of course.” He said, walking over to the bed.
In Martin’s wildest dreams, he never thought he’d be here, in Mikayla’s bedroom with a half-naked Mikayla. Mikayla grabbed a bottle of massage oil and handed it to Martin. She then laid on her stomach, her round butt on display for Martin.
“Why don’t you start with my calves.” She suggested as Martin oiled up his hands.
A little disappointed as Martin wanted to start elsewhere, he knew he had to be patient. He started with her right calf, sinking his fingers into her muscular lower leg. He squeezed with a strong grip, trying to release any built-up tension in Mikayla’s leg.
“Oh, Martin! Yes, right there!” Mikayla moaned. “Oh god, that’s so good!”
Martin knew what she was doing, that she was teasing him with her moaning like that. His cock couldn’t tell the difference apparently, as he felt his blood rush to the area. He soon switched to her other calf, Mikayla continued to moan as he massaged her.
“Mmm… why don’t you move up to my thighs.” Mikayla told him.
“Right away.” Martin replied, his hands sliding up her wondrous legs.
He began to rub his hands along her thick thighs, squeezing her strong upper legs. He made sure to rub along her legs without touching her ass, not yet at least. He kept a solid grip massaging deep into her hamstrings, feeling every inch of her beautiful legs. Her legs were shaved clean and skin was warm and soft as she clearly moisturized them well,
“Mmm… oh Martin! Yes! Just like that!” Mikayla continued to moan and tease.
Martin gripped one leg with each hand, pushing deeply into her thighs, and moving up them. He “accidentally” bumped her glutes with his arms causing her butt to jiggle ever so nicely. He watched in excitement as he took in her perfect butt. Mikayla bit her lower lip as she felt the old man focus his massaging to right under her butt. She knew it was time.
“Martin, maybe it’s time…” Mikayla began to say. “Oh!” She reacted as she felt Martin’s hands slap down on her butt.
“Sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer!” He told her as his hands began to massage her butt.
“Good, ’cause neither could I!” She replied.
Martin gripped her ass tightly, feeling gümüşhane escort the soft skin and tight muscles of her ass. He worshipped her ass, his hands roamed all over making sure to get a feel of every inch. He was intently focused, nothing could have pulled him away. He gripped each cheek and spread them, getting a good look at her thong wedged tightly between her cheeks.
He almost didn’t notice. It was subtle, if he wasn’t looking so closely he wouldn’t have even noticed. Mikayla probably didn’t even notice herself. Martin saw on Mikayla’s panties a small, tiny wet spot. It wasn’t much just a bit of dampness. He smiled as despite his age, Mikayla was still turned on by Martin’s touch. It was a nice confidence boost.
“Mmmm… thank you for that.” Mikayla said, turning around and facing Martin.
“Hehe, anytime.” He replied, moving away.
“My legs feel so much better, you definitely knew what you were doing.” Mikayla responded, both of them kneeling now looking into each other’s eyes.
“Mikayla… could I… can I, umm, well could I-I…” Martin stuttered the words stuck in his throat. “…I touch your…uummmm.”
Mikayla saw Martin’s eyes dart downwards to her chest. “My boobs?” She asked, knowing he was too nervous to say it.
“… yes.” He quietly answered, almost too embarrassed to say it.
Mikayla grabbed Martin’s hands by the wrist and brought them to her chest. She watched Martin for his reaction and saw his eyes go wide as his palms made contact with her bra. He unintentionally opened his mouth as he gently squeezed her chest.
“How does that feel?” She asked.
“So good!” That is all he could reply with.
“Really squeeze them!” She told him, grabbing the back of his right hand and pressing it further into her breasts.
Martin responded by squeezing harder, really pushing his finger into her full breasts. They felt surprisingly light, he expected them to be much heavier. They were firm and he had to imagine there was little to no sag from them. He could also feel her hard nipples through the thin material, only confirming she was at least a little turned on.
“Martin!” Mikayla suddenly yelled. “Your hands are still covered in massaging oil and it’s getting all over my bra!”
“I’m so sorry.” He replied and pulled his hands back.
“Uugghhh… it’s ok, I am the one who put them there.” She responded. Mikayla then had a naughty idea and her heart started to race. “I’ll have to put this in the washing machine.” She said, as she reached behind herself.
The world started moving in slow motion to Martin as he quickly realized what she was doing. He saw her unclasp her bra and the garment become loose. He watched the straps fall from her arms and the bra come completely off her. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung fully open as for the first time he saw Mikayla’s breasts bare.
Mikayla coyly smiled at Martin. “What do you think of them?” She asked.
“Wow!” Is all he replied with.
“That good, huh?” Mikayla responded.
Martin stared intently at them, memorizing every detail of her perfect breasts. He was right that there was no sagginess to them, they sat high on her chest almost defying gravity. The skin looked smooth and silky, with no blemishes or stretch marks apparent. And her nipples looked delectable, small and light pink, perfectly centered. He had never seen a pair of breasts so amazing.
“You want to feel them?” She asked.
Martin nodded his head and began to reach forward. As soon as his hands touched her bare breasts, there was a spark between them. It had been so long for the both of them and it felt nice to be here.
Martin caressed Mikayla’s breasts, his hands feeling the firmness of them. He had to stop himself from drooling as he tightly squeezed her chest.
“Mmm… just like that.” She cooed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes for a second.
Before she had moaned to tease Martin, but this one was real. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed men touching her chest and Martin had a surprisingly strong grip. She allowed herself to relax as he played with her chest.
After a short moment, Mikayla opened her eyes and saw Martin’s face getting closer to her chest. She decided to stop there, that anything more might be a step too far.
“I should probably get this in the wash before it gets permanently stained.” She told him.
Martin moved back, pulling his hand and face away. “Yes, I should probably go.” He replied.
“Ya, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She responded, getting off the bed.
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‘Already wore this one.’ Mikayla thought as she riffled through her underwear drawer. ‘This one!’ She thought pulling the black bra out and began to look for the matching panties.
She put them on with a pair of black heels and checked herself out in the mirror. She didn’t want to be vain, but she thought she looked hot. She thought about going down topless but she enjoyed the performance, and part of that was undressing in front of Martin. Watching his reactions izmir escort up close was quite amusing.
She hustled downstairs, she didn’t want to keep Martin waiting. She always felt her heart racing as she headed for the window. It was so naughty, showing herself off to her elderly neighbor but that only made it more fun. She smiled as she grabbed hold of the curtains and threw them open.
Martin was in his usual spot, waiting for his neighbor to appear. He was excited like usual as yesterday Mikayla had taken her bra, showing her bare chest. He wondered if she’d do it again, of course, he hoped she would. As the window’s curtains swung open, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed as he saw her in lingerie. It was always nice to see her but he couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed.
Mikayla did her usual dance, stretching her arms above her head, then turning around and bending over. Martin sat still and enjoyed the show until he saw Mikayla walk away. He quickly stood up and made his way over, knowing Mikayla would be expecting him.
He walked right in and froze as he saw her bent over once again. After all this time, he still was shocked to see his neighbor in such an open position. Before he could make his way over, Mikayla stood up straight and smiled at him.
“Martin, it’s good to see you.” She said going over and hugging him.
“It’s good to see you, too.” He replied knowing now was his opportunity.
He reached down and grabbed her butt with his right hand, eliciting a giggle from Mikayla. He still enjoyed groping her strong butt, no matter how often she let him touch it.
“Go sit down, I’ll fetch you some coffee.” She told him as she pulled away from the hug.
“Thank you.” He replied, taking his seat. “How are things going?”
“Oh you know, same old story.” She answered. “Husband is still too busy at work for my liking.”
“You need to slap some sense into that boy.” He responded as Mikayla handed him his coffee.
“Ya, I don’t think that would even work at this point.” She replied, sitting next to him. “What’s going on with you?”
“Oh not much.” He said. “Going to my chest club tonight.”
“Oh, so you like chests?” Mikayla coyly asked.
“Haha, I do very much.” He replied. “Do you play?”
“No, I know how just never really got into it.” She explained. “I was always more of an athletic type growing up.”
“Fair enough, I didn’t start playing until I got older.” He responded. “Do you have any plans for today?”
“Just work.” She replied.
“That’s a shame it’s supposed to be nice out today.” He said. “Could be a nice day to do a little gardening.”
“Hmmm… are you offering?” She asked.
“I could come over this afternoon.” He answered.
“Well, I guess I am ahead on work anyways.” She replied. “Plus, I did promise to take some time off to garden. So, let’s do it.”
“Fantastic.” Martin happily replied.
Martin and Mikayla continued their usual morning talks as they sipped on their coffee. Martin always tried to be respectful and look Mikayla in the eyes, but he was only human and would peek down every so often. Mikayla would notice and smirk, she knew he must be imagining them bare like yesterday. She was waiting for the right opportunity to show him.
“Is your neck alright?” Martin asked. “You keep rubbing it as if something is painful.”
She had been rubbing her neck in hopes of him asking. “Ya it’s just this bra, it’s very tight and pulls on my shoulders.” She explained. “I can’t deal with it, I’m just going to take it off.”
Mikayla reached behind and unclasped her bra again. She pulled her arms out and placed the bra on the table. Mikayla’s naked chest was once again uncovered for Martin’s viewing, who was trying to contain his excitement.
“Ya, that’s much better.” She said. “Don’t you think?”
“Ya, that’s a lot better.” Martin answered.
“My shoulders are still a little sore though.” She replied. “You massaged my legs really well yesterday, do you mind doing my shoulders for me.”
“Not at all.” Martin responded, standing up and going behind Mikayla. Martin began to massage her shoulders, really pushing his thumbs into the back of her shoulders.
“Mmm… that’s good but maybe go a little lower.” Mikayla suggested.
“Ya, where? About here?” He asked reaching down and grabbing Mikayla’s chest.
“Now you’re getting it.” She replied.
Martin once again grasped his neighbor’s large chest. He felt their firmness, they were heavy but tight to keep from sagging. He imagined her chest muscles must be strong enough to hold them up. Still, as his hands went under and began to bounce them, he couldn’t help but notice them jiggling confirming they are natural.
“Mmmm…” Mikayla quietly moaned. She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed getting her boobs played with but Martin had reminded her yesterday. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him, the smile on his face was like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits.
“Eeeee!” She squealed as Martin took hold of her nipples and gently twisted them eliciting the squeal. Her nipples quickly hardened as she felt her heartbeat and a growing heat in her body. They looked into each other’s eyes, and Mikayla felt her heart flutter. There was a connection between them, one neither wanted to vocalize just yet.
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