You have to get a better view

While not necessarily ready to embrace the title of a creeper or a peeping Tom, not a full blown one at least, your throbbing cock laying claim to blood which might otherwise help clear your head and the need to see those yoga pants from a better angle quickly clears up those moral scruples of yours. Another quick glance around the neighborhood to make sure no more eyes are catching you creeping and you are off the porch and over the fence.

Away from the risk of prying eyes you turn your full focus onto getting into position to view Mrs. Clark working out in her full unobstructed glory. Having just hurdled across your neighbor’s fence with your hard-on bobbing around in your running shorts you aren’t dwelling on what this behavior says about you but just heads around the side of the house in a determinant stride, though keeping your head low and moving with caution.

Reaching the back of the house and approaching the window you are greeted by the sight of that shapely backside moving in a seductive rhythm, that slender back and those firm legs, and that cute heart shaped rear clad in spandex. Moving from side to side, first popping right as she moved her right arm and the left, repeating these motions several times as you watched with open mouth.

This would definitely be something for you to store away for later, along with those fantasies hours of watching her tanning in those tiny swimsuits had brought for the past many years. Never before had you actually seen that sexy ass up close like this, only a few feet from her window as she danced around inside, that sexy workout outfit stretched onto her athletic body, your mind was already forming new fantasies for your spank bank.

Imagining her sticky skin glistening in the sun after a hard workout, her hair pulled back and braided like now as she rests, leaning her head back and drinking from a cold bottle of water, a drop of water dropping from her lips and down onto her chest, making its way down across her tanned skin and into that deep cleavage… the very same that was now drawing the attention of your staring eyes as Mrs. Clark turned.

That nice looking racked jumped and the startled scream could be vaguely heard through the glass, your eyes quickly moving up to find your neighbors as you got reminded of Mrs. Clark having actual glass for windows and not one-way mirrors. The expression on her face turned from one of scared surprise to one of confusion as she said your name, or so you gathered from the movements of her lips on the other side of the window, and finally a peculiar little smile as you simply raise your right hand to sort of wave at her like some kind of idiot.

“Stupid…” you mutter to yourself as you exhale and shake your head, Mrs. Clark turning her back to you once more and bent forward to pick up a towel and the remote to turn off the television, your eyes immediately drawn downwards again. Damn if those pants didn’t look amazing on her, your cock literally jumping inside your shorts at the sight.

Following her movements towards the patio door you place yourself so a plant is between you and the door in an attempt of keeping your obvious bulge from being the first thing the mom living next door to you sees.

“Jake Able?” is the first words out of Mrs. Clark mouth as she steps outside, a questioning look on her smiling face as she dabbed her face and upper chest with the towel in her hand, “Little Jake from next door in my back yard…”

“Yeah, hi Mrs. Clark” you reply awkwardly, trying hard not to drop your gaze to her heaving bosom.

“So, what’s going on?” she asks, that smile on her lips seeming almost playful as she rested her hands on her hips and watched you, “- haven’t lost your ball I’m guessing, not a little kid anymore… no, you’re all grown up now.”

“Hmm yeah,” you almost move your hands to cover your bulging crotch at the hushed tone in which she says those last words, “I’m looking for a summer job and thought why not start close to home, right?”

“Mm-hmm…” she nods still with that peculiar smile on her sexy lips as she watched you intently.

“So I figured you might need some help around here, pool cleaning, gardening and what not…” you shrugged, really more focused on keeping your obvious erection from your neighbor than giving this ad hoc pitch for hiring you to fix up her garden.

“And the reason you’re back here?” she asks, “Did that damn doorbell break again?”

“Oh, I- I mean I guess…” you reply, quickly moving on, “Just thought I’d take a look, get the lay of the land before I offered?”

“Well,” she sighed as she glanced over the state of her pool and yard, “- this place really could do with a helping hand. I haven’t even been able to get out here to catch some sun and catch up on some reading!”

“Yeah…” you sigh yourself, immediately catching her eyes as you hear the disappointment and how you had been painfully aware of her not lounging out here clearly audible in your voice, now kicking yourself as you watch her smile widen a little more at your obvious embarrassment.

“So,” she continued after some long moments, “I think I’d like to accept your offer. If you’ll make this place look a little loved, cut the grass, trim the bushes, and off course clean the pool look, that should take up quite a bit of time…” she listed and paused while eyeing your, “- I can pay you couple hundred bucks for that, deal?”

“Mm-hmm yeah, sounds good,” you nod as those sexy eyes of hers bore into yours after moving up and down the length of you a few times, almost as if seizing you up.

“Great!” Mrs. Clark says turning on her heels and taking a few steps, your eyes once more drawn to her slender form and round bottom as you steps onto the patio and follow her, “- everything you’d need should be in here…” she opens the door to a small shed off to the other side of the house, glancing in there briefly before turning around to face you, “- should be some chlorine somewhere in there too, so…”

Both of your heads turned at the sound of the doorbell from inside the house.

“So, you’re all set?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m good…” you nod.

She nods and still with that little smile gives you another once over, biting her lower lip as she does before going back inside again, leaving you to yourself. Exhaling and shaking your head you glance down and see that while still bulging at least having been caught had made you only show the outline of your half-swollen cock, not the full blown throbbing erection as earlier… still kind of embarrassing, but Mrs. Clark didn’t seem to mind and hell, you’re a healthy teenager after all!

As you yourself survey the toolshed you can hear Mrs. Clark answering the door inside, catching her saying “Sorry hon, she’s camping with her father this week!” before you set about digging out the leaf rake mesh to get started by cleaning the worst from the pool.