See what sort of wood Mr. Wood is packing

"How long have I lived across the street from you, Mr. Wood?" You ask.

Your fingers pull together at the moist tip of the tent in his trousers. He gasps and his eyes go wide.

"I-I," he swallows the lump in his throat, "a long time."

"Since I was just a little girl," you say in an innocent voice belied by your teasing fingers.

"I-I guess so," Mr. Wood scratches his head.

"Alll of that time," you say, "I've been thinking about this..."

You squeeze Mr. Wood's dick, feeling the swollen head through the damp fabric of his trousers.

"...and I'm not a little girl anymore, Mr. Wood," you reach for his belt.

"Y-y-you shouldn't be," he glances out at the cars passing by the open garage and weakly tries to fight away your hands.

You unhook his belt and let the two ends flop aside. You press your fingers beneath the older man's ample belly and unbutton his trousers. When your fingers find his zipper he finally reaches down and takes hold of your wrist.

"This is inappropriate," he hisses and glances warily out the garage.

"That's why it's so fun," you reply.

Mr. Wood lets go to wave at someone outside.

"Hi Mrs. Cleft," he calls, "Joy is just...ahh...helping me with some..."

You don't hear the answer. With a tug you drop his zipper. His swollen cock springs free from his boxers into the cool shade of the garage.

You look down at it, just partially visible beneath his large belly and aimed directly at the front of your crimson thong. It's average in length, but fat like Mr. Wood and covered with thick veins. The entire tip is wet with precum.

"Mmmmm," you murmur.

Mr. Wood looks at you, his face beet red with embarrassment.

"P-please," he begs, "anyone can see in here."

You glance out at Mrs. Cleft, happily trimming her bushes and not yet seeming to notice what is going on. Your fingers glide over the bulging head of Mr. Wood's cock and collect a sample of his juices. Mr. Wood watches as you bring your fingers to your lips and lick the salty fluid clean. He groans and sags back against the workbench.