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It was a typical lazy Saturday for Brad. Now spring time, graduation was nearing for the high school senior. A muscled up jock, Brad stood a legit 6-3. He had starred in both lacrosse and football, and was still mulling over which college he was going to play for in the fall. Both seasons now over, weekends consisted of sleeping in, ordering takeout, and spying on his next door neighbor, Ms. Blossom. Brad?s parents were up at the family lake house for the weekend. This was common for them when the warmer weather came. Brad always would stay behind, opting to instead to enjoy the solitude of the empty house. Scheming ways to somehow run into Ms. Blossom was a part of the incentive to stay home, too. An upscale neighborhood, she lived alone in a rather large house. A divorce a few years earlier had netted her the home. Her two kids, a few years behind Brad in school, lived across town with their father. Brad woke up around ten, which was typical for him on a weekend. Also typical was finding Ms. Blossom working bahçesehir escort (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) on her garden in the late morning hours. She was again hard at work on this hot morning, on her knees, planting, digging and sweating. She was wearing her normal garden work outfit consisting of tight black stretch pants, and a white t-shirt cut just above her waste. Brad speculated that she was in her mid 40?s, but she looked much younger. She had long, straight jet-black hair that was in her usual pony tail as she hacked away with her garden tools. Her tight black pants revealed her thin figured body. Brad would wait for the moments in which she?d bend over and stick her tight, yet curved ass in the air for him to lust over. He had always wondered if her golden tan continued down to her ass, too. Brad was hunkered down in his usual spot, the upstairs bathroom window. This spot offered the best, and safest view to see Ms. Blossom. He had fantasized about approaching her as she worked one day. But ultimately, beylikdüzü bayan escort (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) he never did, figuring that it wouldn?t go anywhere. It wasn?t, however, that the two never talked. She was polite with Brad when they crossed paths. Never, though, did she give off a reflection that she wanted to seduce the young stud. Teasing himself to stretch the show out, Brad peered down imaging what was hidden behind those tight black pants. Ms. Blossom, wrapping up for the day, wiped the sweat off her forehead and stepped back to admire her work. As she turned around to walk in to the house, she saw a head looking down from the upstairs of the house to her left. Brad, realizing he had been spotted, moved his head back out of view. As he walked into his bedroom, he figured she had seen him. His concern over being caught wasn?t his primary focus, however, as he wanted to finish his jerk session. Now even more on knowing Ms. Blossom had seen him, he laid down on his bed and started escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) to beat off harder. A few seconds later he heard a knock on his door. Brad froze. His mind raced through the possibilities of who it could be. His friends wouldn?t stop by this early. Could it be Ms. Blossom? He jumped up, tucked his cock away in his shorts, and walked down stairs. He walked to the side of the door to see who it was. It was hard to get a view of the porch, but he had enough of an angle to see it was Ms. Blossom. He slicked his dirty blonde hair back and adjusted his shorts so that his bulge could be noticeable. If there ever was a time this was going to happen, it was going to be now. He asked himself why she knocking of the door? Was she mad she caught him spying, or was she thinking the same thing he was? He opened the door to see Ms. Blossom had a wide grin on her face. ?Bradley,? she said sternly, ?Were you watching me from your window upstairs?? Brad, taken back by the question but determined to let her know he wanted her, smiled back and said, ?Yes I was Ms. Blossom. It?s hard not to notice you.? ?Well that?s awfully flattering young man,? she replied. ?Can I come in, I could use a drink of water.? Brad, not quick witted enough for a reply, stepped back and motioned her an invite into the house.