He checks the situation out from up close

The evening air was warm and pleasant on his weathered face as he stepped out of the old mansion’s backdoor. Walking leisurely across the overgrown yard, he scratched his pot belly, not quite sure what to make of the situation. He generally didn’t associate with any of the people who had come to this neighborhood in the recent years. Back when he had grown up here, it was a fine, proud community. These new people were trash. ****, ****, sex… Even now, the loud music made him want to punch one of the young disrespectful brats in the face.

Yet, on the other hand, he had always had a soft spot for a pretty Latina whore and from what he had seen, this one had an absolutely angelic face.

As he rounded the broken fence to step into the thug’s garden, he couldn’t help but chuckle. The Latina was still in exactly the position she had been in when he had last seen her. Stuck half-way inside the small basement window, knees on the dirty floor, ass sticking out like some lewd offering, wrapped appetizingly in a tight pair of jeans. She was still struggling, her butt wiggling enticingly as she did, but from the looks of it she was absolutely stuck.

Grinning, Chris briefly checked the windows to make sure that he wasn’t seen, then stepped a little closer, for a better look.

“Now this is some prime piece of Latina ass…” he muttered quietly. The firm, round cheeks stretched the fabric of her jeans, causing it to spread over her buttocks like a second skin. This bitch was fit, definitely worked out a lot. She was absolutely suitable to shake this thing around in one of those terrible music videos the young generation liked nowadays. Pulling out his old digital camera, the old man fiddled with it for a moment. “Fucking tech piece of shit…” he grumbled as his bony fingers struggled turn it on, but he finally succeeded and the camera let out a little beeping sound. Taking his time, he lifted the camera and snapped a picture of that glorious butt.

“Is… is someone there? Syd?” the woman’s muffled voice rang out of the innards of the house, the butt stopping his appealing wiggle as she apparently had sensed him. There was no way she had heard him over the blaring noise the young people called music these days.

Chris scowled, considering for a second whether he should give his presence away, before he slid the camera back into the stretched-out breast pocket of his heavily-worn shirt and cleared his throat. “Have you lost your keys, Miss?”

Nancy frowned as she heard the voice from behind her. She had half-hoped, half-dreaded that it was Syd, standing behind her. The mockery would have been intense, but at least her partner would have helped her out of this damn situation. This voice, however, was that of a stranger. From what she could make out, it was an older man who was standing behind her, definitely not Stephane Yussuff, but apart from that she had no idea who was currently looking at her ass. However, given the circumstances, she didn’t see too many ways to play this anyway.

“Y…yeah, I wanted to surprise my boyfriend,” she lied. Maybe this man knew who lived here, but hopefully they didn’t know each other well enough to know she didn’t belong. “I… think I got myself stuck here…”

Chris regarded the butt with a smile. “Yeah, looks like that ass of yours is a little too big for that little window, Miss!” The woman’s glutes tensed for a moment when he blatantly spoke about her posterior. “Let me help you out!”

“Uh-um, I don’t think that is necessary, I am fine, really…” Nancy stammered, uneasy with the idea of having some faceless stranger in this shabby neighborhood touch her, but the sounds of steps coming closer told her that her opinion was disregarded. She grunted with displeasure when a pair of strong, bony hands grabbed her by the hips. “Really, thank you, but I really…”

“Shush, now!” Chris grinned, savoring the feel of a firm, young, womanly body beneath his fingers. “Can’t just leave a helpless damsel in distress like you sitting here like this, huh?! This isn’t the neighborhood it used to be and you are here offering that pretty ass of yours up on a platter!”

Nancy winced, but short of screaming and possibly alerting Stephane Yussuff, she didn’t know what she could do to convince this old man to let up. She didn’t have a good feeling about this at all and not only because she didn’t appreciate him blatantly speaking like this about her rear end. She was at his mercy; all she could do was hope for the best.