Mark looks for answers

Mark stares off through his kitchen window at the nubile girl, who had locked her gaze with his for what felt like a lifetime, finishing an arm stretch as her nipples slid from one mesh hole to the next in her top. After a long breath, she broke contact with a smirk before she begun prancing around in the neighbor's yard, continuing the work that the kid had been doing in a much more feminine, perverted and carefree manner.

She was wearing a torn that would make a woman just standing still look like a porn star. A pair of jeans turned into something of a fuzzy string bikini that barely covered up her crotch, her white mesh top that her nipples poked through. The least controversial part of her outfit were her thigh high stockings, leggings and unlaced platform shoes.

And she owned the look. It was as if she was wearing an adult onesie, listening to her favorite song on some earphones while doing work in the backyard.

Mark began to question if he's was in some hidden camera prank. If someone had sold him the weird toy in his hand to distract him and switch the neighbor's son with an actress to film his reaction. He spent a minute cleaning up the mess and enthusiastically ignored what was going on outside in front of him, hoping the camera crew would show themselves off.

As he glanced back, he found the girl's gaze again... and more.

He didn't know if she'd been looking at him from her current pose for long, but no way in hell this was some hidden camera show. Firstly how she was partially flashing her womanhood while locking his gaze with a hungry look. Sure, she was polishing the wraps on the sun bed, but she definitely was showing off to him now.

Mark felt annoyed, aroused and confused, as some weird fight-or-flight reflex was fighting in his lizard brain. Shaking his head and washing his hands, he decided it was time to figure out if this was a prank or not. Leaving the gun on the kitchen desk, he moved over to the backyard door and stepped into his own garden.

"Hey there, neighbor," the girl beamed carefree as she continued polishing the sun bed as Mark came over to the four foot fence separating their properties. "Chores sucks, right?"

"Erm, sure," Mark replied after a small hand wave in greeting. "but you've chosen quite the outfit for it."

The girl giggled and leaned back, plopping her butt cheeks on top off her calves for a moment before she slid off the bed and got up, turning towards Mark as she gave him a sultry pose, everything on display, making him blush.

"You know little Jackie's sins, Mark. Nothing is more fun than being a bit of a tease," she said before noticing some towels on the edge of the pool, prancing over and picking them up.

Mark felt the adrenaline surging through his veins at the weird situation. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm not used to it yet," he said apologetically, causing Jackie to give him a heart-warming smile, her arms filled with towels, covering up her chest momentarily. Naturally, as soon as she walked past him again her rolling hips and perky butt cheeks made sure he was looking at her.

Mark felt he had to say something and not just stare at her showing off. "So, how's the family?"

"Dad's gone, as usual," Jackie began as she looked around the garden for more work, not really finding anything, so she focused on Mark instead, moving closer to the fence. "Mom's out working tonight, so I'm sort of babysitting my siblings and keeping the place tidy," she added as she got distracted by her breasts, pulling up her mesh top and pulling back her hair.

"You got any beer back in your house? I'm thirsty and there's just red wine over here," she asked, glancing at Mark's house and then nodding at her own house.

Mark didn't really know what to reply, or to think. Was this a trick? Was that gun in the kitchen what had caused this, no matter how unlikely? Was she looking for a beer or something more?