She and He proceed with caution.

The man came around and the girl in her abbreviated two piece immediately caught his eye. His head jerked up, which was embarrassing, for he didn't want to seem to be a perv lusting for a look at his sexy neighbor. He nodded once and guided his lawn mower on another circuit.

Got his attention, the girl thought with satisfaction. The look of _him _got her attention too, and it wasn't just his muscular body of which she could only see his head, shoulders, and upper arms above the top of the fence.

The girl particularly liked the bold red and black of her neighbor's ear protectors. She wasn't consciously aware of why, but it wasn't only the rugged look of them. It was also the idea that he would protect himself and by extension her, by using a condom, if they went that far—the girl had serious doubts about that—but also and perhaps even more so protecting her emotionally.

On his next round the man feigned being blasé, and trying not to look her over as he gave a casual nod that the girl returned with a smile and a modest wave of her hand.

The man finished mowing, turned off his machine, removed his ear protectors, hung them on a fence post, and turned to the girl. "Nice afternoon," he said trying to keep his eyes focused on hers.

She knew he wanted to ogle her without restraint. I'm practically naked, she thought, and the idea of him ogling her naked body pulsed in her pussy; her buttocks and thighs tightened, and her hips involuntarily tilted her pussy upward in a tiny jerk, quickly suppressed, that the girl hoped wasn't noticeable.

"I'm studying," the girl said, as she made sure her legs were fully closed and the book was open and covering her breasts in a sudden display of modesty.

The man saw that the book was A Bright Shining Lie, a history of the Vietnam War." Supposed to be a great book," the man said. "May I see it?"

The man _seeing _the book would entail the girl getting up and revealing her breasts—albeit breasts covered in a bra but a bra clearly displaying her nipples. She would also have to come close to the man. He might even touch her as she handed him the book, but she could hardly say no.

Without thinking the girl spread her legs wide to straddle the chaise, a much easier way to get off than by swinging both legs to one side that from experience the girl knew would likely cause the chaise to fall over dumping her out in a most unladylike manner.

The man's eyes darted to the juncture between the girl's thighs. The band of cloth covering her private area was neither narrow enough to be a blatant sexual invitation—and vulgar—nor was it wide enough that it would be considered a sign of virginal modesty. He thought he could even see a few hairs peeking beyond the edges, but he wasn't sure if he was imagining that. Regardless, he could not stop himself from a careful examination of the womanly swelling on display before him with its deep crease that became obvious as the girl widely parted her legs to dismount the chair. And, with her legs spread wide... Is that her clit, he wondered with amazement at his luck. It is, he was sure, and he wondered if the girl was aroused or if a prominent clit was simply her natural conformation.

In any event, that the girl knew he was mowing and had placed herself near the fence and facing it, caused the man to be reasonably certain that her showing herself off was purposeful, not by chance. Yet, showing herself off, actively displaying her nubile body, to him and him alone, was far from an invitation to speak inappropriately let alone to make efforts to... To do what? She's a neighbor, he thought, reminding himself to be extra careful. Maybe she wants me to fuck her, he countered hopefully, thinking of the freedom young women exhibited these days.

The girl decided she had to either do it or not do it, whatever _it _was, and she was still unsure about that. Yet her arousal had not abated. If anything it had increased when she began to interact with her neighbor. Go for it. I'm so fucking horny. Let him fuck me—no not yet. Let him feel me up. Yes, she told herself. "Can I come over?" the girl asked, precipitously having made up her mind.

The man paused as he considered the request. As he did his eyes raked over the bare skin and partly hidden womanly curves in front of him.

He's undressing me, the girl thought. She knew he was going to say yes.

What do you want to do when you come over?" the man asked, needing clarity.

"I don't know," the girl said. "Can we talk about it?"

"Of course. Talking is good. We'll talk first."

First, the girl thought. What happens second? she wondered.

"Do you want to get dressed before you come over?" the man asked.

"No," the girl said assuredly.

"Okay, but go get clothes anyway," the man said.

The girl looked confused.

"I don't want you walking out of my house dressed—or should I say undressed—in that," he said, and he waved his hand from the bottom to the top of the bikini. "And bring your purse or backpack or something to put your bathing suit in."

"Good thinking," the girl said.

She started to turn away, but she turned back. "I'm not sure what I'm doing," she said uncertainly. "I mean... I don't really know you... and I don't really know what I want... and..."

"I understand," the man said sincerely. "Please don't be concerned. I won't make any assumptions about why you want to come over dressed in your bathing suit. And I'll do my best to not do anything that will make you uncomfortable. We'll take it slow, as slow as you want, and if at any time you want to stop or go home, that's okay. You can be in charge."

"I want you in charge," the girl said without thinking, but her impetuous glimpse into her fantasies made blood rush to her face, which she tried to hide by turning and running toward her house. As she ran away she made sure to reassure the man by yelling, "Wait! I'll be right back."

She sure is a pretty little thing, the man thought. As he thought that he chided himself for being politically incorrect, which he believed was just _plain _incorrect. No, it's not that she's so pretty, he decided. She's sexy 'cause she's so damn cute.

He watched the girl run back toward him carrying her backpack—her breasts were nearly bouncing out of her loose bra.