An Opportunity Not To Be Missed Ch. 32

"Oh no!" Mandy said, "okay let's see what we can do." She looked down unsure of what to do. "Look don't move it, I.....er, I know a little bit about massaging and muscles and stuff....perhaps I could try and massage it, would that help?"

"Erm....yes, th...that might help," he replied rather taken aback by her kind offer. "I'm sure it's only a muscle pull, it's got to be worth a try."

"Yes of course, let's have a look," she said as she knelt down on the soft grass beside him. She saw him looking at her chest with some obvious interest and it was then that she realised the top few buttons of her blouse were still undone. She was giving him a spectacular view of her incredible cleavage together with a glimpse of her lace bra.

Mandy then suddenly wondered what he was doing on a ladder at the fence. Was he spying on her? The absence of any gardening tools would certainly suggest so, perhaps this pathetic old codger wasn't quite as innocent as she would maybe have originally believed. She couldn't help but wonder, had he been playing with himself while spying on her? But it was a fleeting thought and she quickly put it out of her mind, he deserved the benefit of the doubt....but he had definitely been spying on her, she was sure of that.

Kneeling down she noticed she was displaying a portion of stocking top too. Just as she thought she should adjust her clothing that prick teasing little devil popped into her head. "Why not let him look, if it makes his day then what the hell," she thought to herself as she placed her soft hands gently onto his scrawny white knee.

This was suddenly turning into a golden opportunity to do some serious teasing, and without giving it too much thought Mandy decided that's exactly what she was going to do..........

The old man was still wearing the same baggy old khaki shorts and so she carefully began to feel her way under them and along his leg. "Tell me if I hurt you," she said in a kind caring tone.

"Er...y....yeah, yeah I will," he replied with that look on his face that Mandy had come to know so well. It was that same old look that she was now beginning to realise she delighted in seeing. Nervously he stroked his greasy grey hair with the palm of his hand in an attempt to keep it forward over his bald head, it wasn't really working as strands of it hung over his ears and down the back of his neck. This was one seriously unattractive man, but to the voluptuous young blond that just made him even more of a target for her fun and games.

Now she was in full cock teasing mode, and nobody did it better than Mandy. She knew exactly what she was doing as she felt her was along the inside of his thigh gently massaging as she went. His face was a picture, clearly lost in the whole experience he had no idea how obvious he was being as he just stared at her.

"Oh my name's Mandy by the way."

"Donald........or...or you can call me Don," came the somewhat distracted old mans reply.

"Oh, okay Don, well let's see if we can't help you with this pain.

To be honest the pain was the last thing on his mind as the beautiful 20 year olds hand teasingly felt its way higher and higher under his old shorts. Her touch was something he hadn't experienced in a very very long time. Couple this with the incredible display of her cleavage and stocking tops he couldn't control the inevitable reaction of his rapidly swelling cock.

Mandy could see he was enjoying it but continued to act all innocent as she slipped her fingers inside his thigh and started to gently rub it. His balls were only a few inches away yet still she manipulated and massaged further and further up. She knew exactly what she was doing. The old man had suddenly become very silent, the air was electric and Mandy noticed the lump growing inside his shorts.

"Is that helping?" She sweetly asked pretending to be unaware of the spectacular view she was giving him.

"Yea...." he squeaked before quickly clearing his throat, "yes, yes that's certainly helping."

"Good," she replied as she realised not only was her hand up his shorts, but also inside his equally baggy old boxers! This became obvious when she felt the back of her fingers brush against something. The old man gasped as if struggling to catch his breath and Mandy realised that what she was touching was his hairy old ball sack. It was only a light touch, one that she could easily pretend not to notice, but it was a touch none the less, and one that seemed to have the old man beginning to tremble with excitement.

Mandy continued for a few seconds massaging his inner thigh with the backs of her fingers lightly tickling his hairy old scrotum. As she moved her hand around she extended her little finger slightly causing its tip to stroke one of his balls.

"How's that?" She innocently asked, "any better?" The old guy was clearly thrilled by what she was doing, it was probably the biggest thrill he had had for many years. Unfortunately it left him incapable of speaking, all he could do was nod his perspiration covered head in agreement.

After a few more seconds of this merciless teasing she slowly withdrew her hand back down his skinny old leg. She figured that was just enough, she couldn't continue for fear that he might soon get the wrong idea.

She took this moment to suddenly look down at her gaping blouse. "Oh my word, look at me, oh how embarrassing!" She cried. With that she pulled her hand out from his shorts and, standing up, quickly began to button it back up.

Old Don felt the wave of disappointment wash over him, firstly at her removing her hand, and secondly at her doing her blouse back up, (although the tightness of her blouse stretched across those huge knockers looked almost as good). All was not lost however. He noticed that in standing astride him this way he could see straight up her skirt between her legs. Not caring now if she saw him looking or not it was clear this was an opportunity not to be missed. He could see the bare inner thighs above her stocking tops and with a slight duck of the head he could just see the triangle of black lace that was her panties.

Mandy saw him looking, but still in full teasing mode gave him a few seconds to enjoy the view before eventually stepping over him and moving to one side.

She felt she had now gone far enough. He was clearly a dirty old man under that innocent looking exterior and she had managed to tease him as far as she dare. She knew only too well what she could drive these men to, and not wanting to push her luck she decided enough was enough.

"Let's get you in the house," she said.

His reaction couldn't have been more obvious as he reached out a hand for her to help him to his feet. She knew if she helped him he would almost certainly try and grab a free grope. But the whole point of her teasing was the feeling of power and control it gave HER. She was making the decisions and she decided she didn't want him going that far......which makes the whole experience for her even more of a tease.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm strong enough.......I'll get something for you to lean on so you can pull yourself up," she suggested.

The old man seemed to turn a bit grumpy. He was obviously disappointed which annoyed Mandy a little. She felt he should have been grateful for what he had already had, and not been so greedy, "what a cheek," she thought.

After a few moments pause to see if she would give in and offer him a hand he told her there was a walking stick in the house.

Mandy quickly turned and as she got to the back door she heard him shout after her that it was probably upstairs in his wifes bedroom. Instantly she picked up on the fact that they obviously had separate rooms, something that explained even more the reasons for his lusting after her.

As she entered the house she noticed it was a typical old persons place, it was rather damp and musty with decor that dated back to the seventies. When she got upstairs she noticed the door to his wifes bedroom was open and as she entered she saw the walking stick propped up against the wall. She grabbed it and hurried from the room and went to go back down the stairs. It was then that she saw the closed door to what had to be his bedroom. She didn't know why, perhaps just plain curiosity, but she felt the urge to have a quick peek inside.

Knowing old Don was still laid out in the garden she knew there was no chance of being caught, and so she opened the door and crept in.

It was exactly as she expected, a tired looking old bed with an old fashioned candlewick bedspread, an old battered wardrobe and wallpaper that looked as if it was put up during the war. The pretty blond smiled to herself in a knowing way, it was just as she would have imagined.

But then as she was about to leave, something caught her eye. She noticed a chair positioned at the window just to one side facing out. In the seat there was a pair of very old binoculars and she couldn't help but wonder what they were there for, and so went over to have a quick look.

She looked out of the window and should have guessed that he had a clear view straight across the gardens to her house, and more importantly she realised, straight into her bedroom window!

Mandy felt a chill run down her spine as she thought of this dirty old pervert spying on her. A million thoughts raced through her mind. How much he would have seen? How often had she gotten changed without drawing the curtains? How long had he been doing this? Then she saw something else. It was confirmation, as if it were needed, of what the dirty old man had been doing......On the window sill was a half empty box of tissues.

"Oh no! You disgusting old pervert!" Mandy said out loud realising what they were so obviously for. Then she could smell something rotten, was it stale food? Or worse? There was a bin with a lid on it beside the chair, the smell was coming from there. Curiosity again got the better of her and she just had to lift the lid and look inside.

"Oh my God!" She shrieked.

Inside it was rammed full of what looked like hundreds of old screwed up tissues. She felt physically sick, it was obvious what they had been used for, every one of them screwed up into a tight crusty ball. "You dirty old wanker," she again said out loud. It made her angry to think of just how many times he must have sat there watching her while jerking himself off. The bin full of spunk encrusted tissues told her it was a hell of a lot, no wonder he couldn't take his eyes off her earlier that day.

She left the room and hurried back down the stairs and out into the garden. Giving him the walking stick she made her excuses and quickly left. Old Don was left somewhat confused by her sudden hurried departure and couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. His question was soon answered when he went back into the house and going up stairs he found his bedroom door open. He always closed it without fail, he knew she had been snooping around and quickly realised she must have seen his chair and binoculars........his only hope was that she hadn't seen the bin that he constantly forgot to empty.

Now Don had been watching Mandy for the past two years or so. It began when he and his wife decided that their marriage was in effect over and he moved into the back bedroom. It was by chance that he saw Mandys bedroom light on one evening and was treated to the most wonderful spectacle. To secretly be able to watch a beautiful big busted blond 18 year old parading around in her underwear was a dream come true for the old man. Add to that the very occasional briefest flash of her naked body and he was in heaven! Since then he had got to know her routine and made a point of being seated at the window with binoculars at the ready when he knew she would be probably getting changed.

The past two years had been consumed by his fascination and lust for this girl, so to have her standing just inches away from him on the bus today was like a dream come true. Add to that the unbelievable cock teasing antics that followed and the day turned into one of the best he could ever remember.

Mandy meanwhile had gone home and as soon as she got indoors she went straight to her bedroom window and, briefly glancing up at the Dons, she closed the curtains.

She spent the rest of the evening feeling disgusted by the goings on of the old man living behind her. It was more the downright cheek of someone thinking they have the right to spy on her in the privacy of her bedroom. She still couldn't help but wonder however how long he had been doing it and how many times. Also what had he seen? Obviously he must have watched her getting dressed and undressed, but did he ever see her naked or just in her underwear? What about the times she had spent with Ted? What about the time George came sneaking around her bedroom window? The possibilities were endless, so much so that she knew she had to stop thinking about it or she would drive herself mad with it all.

The following day started for Don much as any other Saturday. As usual, with his wife being away as she so often was, he had been watching Mandy's house for much of the morning. He knew she was alone as he had observed her parents going out together first thing.

Of course this was the other thrill he got, the fact that there was another big busted beauty living there, Mandys mother, Alison. For a frustrated old wanker she too had been the inspiration for many bouts of lonely masturbation. Whether she was gardening or hanging the washing out or even just heading off to work, he would always need to relieve the swelling she caused in his cock. Her tits too were the stuff of many a fantasy, and if Mandy wasn't around to lust over then she was always a good second option for a sex starved old pervert like Don.

The one thing that always puzzled him however was the regular visits she seemed to make to the old man living next door. As he kept a fairly close eye on the place it wasn't long before he noticed something seemed to be going on, especially as she only ever seemed to call round when the rest of the family had gone off to work. He couldn't see how she would be having an affair with him, he was just too old and fat, but there was definitely something suspicious about it all. Anyway it didn't concern him and so he never really gave it too much thought.

She was however always worth a good old lust over and that very morning was just such an occasion, one where an opportunity arose that couldn't be resisted. He watched her following her husband out of the house looking very sexy in a tight pair of white trousers and a pale blue blouse. As she had to stand in plain sight and wait for her him to get the car out of the garage he took the opportunity to focus his binoculars on her voluptuous curves. Quickly realising he probably had a good minute or so of uninterrupted viewing he quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his poor frustrated cock.

He had a habit of speaking out loud when he played with himself. "Ooh yes you dirty fuckin' slut," he muttered as he began to stroke his hand up and down his quickly stiffening shaft. This was the real Don, the one nobody really ever saw, the one who spent every waking minute having dirty thoughts about women he could never have. "Bet that wanker husband of yours fucked you good and hard this morning," he went on as he rubbed up and down on his solid erection. "Ooh yeah, bet he pumped your cunt full of spunk. Oooh yeah and I bet you're still wet and wanting more." Faster and faster he rubbed himself when all of a sudden Alison turned her back to him and bent over to stroke the neighbours cat that was now purring around her feet. With the white trousers now stretched incredibly tight across her gorgeous meaty buttocks he could easily see through the thin white material to the white lace thong that she wore underneath. It was a sight that just looked simply too good for the frustrated old pervert.

"Oh fuck yes you cock teasing fuckin' bitch, look at that lovely big ass." He was now losing control and trembled with excitement as he wanked himself harder and harder. "You're doing that on purpose," he spat, "you know I'm watching you don't you, ooh you slut you love teasin' me and making me hard you bitch."

He imagined himself standing behind her grabbing her hips and rubbing his cock up and down against between those glorious buttocks. "Oh yes you want it you bitch," he hissed through gritted teeth as he focused his binoculars on the outline of her sexy lace thong. "Oooh look at that, ooh fuck me fuck me!" He rarely got such a great view and couldn't believe his luck as she remained bending over for a good while.

As his excitement reached fever pitch he imagined yanking those tight trousers down her thighs and pulling that ass back onto his cock. "You want my cock in that lovely big ass, you want me to fuck you hard you dirty fuckin' bitch, oh yes you love it you fuckin' love it......aaargh AAARGH AAAARGH FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" Then, as his imagination went into overdrive, a rope of hot sticky spunk shot from his cock all up the curtains. His knees began to buckle as his fist became a blur. He had to sit himself back on the chair that was behind him as another load was quickly followed by another and another. It was a hell of a mess but it didn't matter, he had just enjoyed another one of many such incredible experiences. As he pumped the final drops from his balls he watched Alison get in the car and leave having no idea what she had just done for this sneaky old pervert.

He had done this so many times before but rarely had he enjoyed such an uninterrupted and perfectly staged display.

It wasn't long however before his thoughts were focused back on his ultimate fantasy, Mandy, who he knew was alone in the house. After the very unusual events of yesterday involving the gorgeous busty young blond, old Don found his appetite even more insatiable than usual. Just the thought of what he experienced was enough to send him into a cock hardening head spin.

As the afternoon wore on he went about his daily routine, periodically darting up to his bedroom to see if there was any activity from the house behind. Then at about 3 o'clock he finally saw her walk by her bedroom window. It was only the briefest glimpse but it was enough to have him rooted to the spot with binoculars in hand for a good 15 minutes.

Mandy had enjoyed a nice long lie in and awoke feeling refreshed and in a happy mood. Strangely enough she also felt rather naughty and mischievous just as she had the day before. She was still disgusted at the thought of old Don spying on her but it didn't seem to bother her as much as it had yesterday.

Realising her parents had gone out for the day she was at a bit of a loose end with nothing really to do. After spending a good hour showering hair washing and general pampering she decided to have a relaxing afternoon in the garden with no more than a cold drink and a good book for company.

She decided to set up her lounger in the shade of the apple tree that grew at the end of the garden. Although it was close to the fence that adjoined Dons garden it did mean that she was out of sight of his prying eyes.

Of course as soon as she emerged he saw her, it was as if he had some sort of sixth sense. Quickly he grabbed his binoculars for a quick look before she vanished from sight again. What she was wearing literally took his breath away, so much so that he let out an audible gasp followed by an exclamation of "FUCK ME!"

She looked incredible as she walked bare foot across the lawn. She wore a pure white off the shoulder gipsy girl top that looked simply mind blowing. All that held it in place was an elastic top edge trimmed with a subtle frill that went over her bust and under her arms. It also had the same along the bottom edge, all in all the garment covered about as much as a tube top would. The difference was that the fabric was very fine white cotton with a looseness to its shape that enabled her huge tits to sway and wobble freely underneath. She had decided not to wear a bra underneath, which was blatantly obvious. The result in such a top was her huge knockers looked absolutely amazing, and incredibly they looked even bigger than usual. It only took the slightest breeze and the flimsy top would mould itself to her body, clinging to the gravity defying 34HH pair showing them off to perfection.