Keep teasing him in the garage.

You follow Mr. Wood into the dimly lit garage. He sets the weed whacker on the work bench and turns to get the gas can. He seems surprised to find you standing right behind him.

You put your hand on his big beer belly and push him until he backs against the work bench. Mr. Wood lets out a startlet grunt and a wrench falls from its hanger with a clatter.

"Do you need any help, Mr. Wood?" You look up at him and bite your lower lip.

"N-no, Joy," he says, looking out at the street beyond the darkness of the garage. "T-this, I mean..."

You hug against him so your big tits mash against his stomach and chest. You let your hands slide down, over his belt, and your fingertips graze the fabric covering his hard on. He shudders at the touch, but you pull your hand away.

"Have I showed you my new thong?" You ask, suddenly step a few steps away.

"N-n-," poor Mr. Wood can't even get the word out, he just gulps.

You turn your back to him and then look over your shoulder. You push your butt out towards him and hook your thumbs in the waistband of your pink pyjama pants. You slowly slide them down, revealing your ruby-red thong and the cleft of your ass an inch at a time.

You stare at him as the pants slide over and then beneath the swell of your ass. You let go and let them fall down to your ankles. Mr. Wood is visibly shaking. You can see a small wet spot of precum forming at the summit of Mt. Boner.

You step out of your pyjama bottoms and then turn.

"What do you think?"

"I-I-I-I," you saunter up to him and place a finger to his lips.

"I can tell you like it," you say, and let your fingers settle on the crotch of his pants. You feel his dick twitch inside them.

You've taken poor Mr. Wood to the edge, what more can you subject him to? Give him a lapdance? Give him a real treat? You decide!