I got a new neighbor late last fall. There’s been a for-sale sign in the yard next door for a couple months, and then one day in late October, it was gone. A couple days later, a moving truck rolled up and a very distinguished-looking older man rode up behind it on a Harley. There was something about him that made my pussy tingle, but I had to be places that day and didn’t have time to stop by and introduce myself.
The winters here are brutal and everyone stays inside as much as possible while they run their course. I’d seen him on a handful of occasions removing the shitload of snow we’ve gotten but the impression I wanted to make on him didn’t include showing up in a down parka, so I waited.
The weather has been breaking and we finally got our first really nice day last Saturday. As I was making coffee that morning, I saw him outside, working on his bike. Carpe Diem!
I put on a slutty little vest that barely covered my tits, a pair of lacy red panties, a black leather mini skirt and a pair of knee-high black biker boots and I headed on over.
“Hi, I’m your next-door neighbor, Sandra!” I smiled at him and gave him a big hug, letting him feel my barely-contained breasts against his chest. “I saw you moving in last fall and I’ve been waiting all winter to meet you.”
His eyes were practically popping out their sockets. “It’s nice to meet you, Sandra… I’m Jim. Do you ride?”
I nodded my head, twirling my hair around my finger. “Do I ever, Jim. I love to ride…” I hiked up my skirt a little, giving him a glimpse of my red panties. “Will it be the Harley or your cock?”
“Why not both?” he asked as he reached out and ran his thumb over my hard nipple.
