Chapter 3: The garage

Bob acted like he was going back into his garage and took a couple of steps as Sonya turned her back to him. She looked like she was untying her shorts, he wasn’t quite sure so he stayed watching a little longer. Then next thing he knew she was pushing her shorts down off her butt. Her shorts got stuck on her bikini bottoms and Bob was mesmerized by the sight before him. Finally, she pulled the shorts a little more and took the bikini bottoms half with the shorts. Her cute little butt was half exposed to him now as she readjusted again and pulled her bikini bottoms up and then the shorts off her legs. She bent at the waist to push the shorts off all the way as they were tight on her legs. Her butt sticking in the air to him, he could only watch from a safe distance and lick his lips, his cock pushing against his pants.

Sonya stepped out of her shorts and fixed the towel before she lay on it. Stepping to the end of it she went down on her knees and saw that Mr. Johnson was outside of his garage again. She acted like she didn’t see him because she didn’t want to wave to him again but she could tell he was looking at her. She wondered what he was looking at. It can’t be her, can it? She laid flat on her towel and put her headphones on to listen to music and rested.

Bob just stood there as he found a new fascination for his young neighbor. He now noticed the new curves of her developing body. He remained like that for a couple minutes before he realized that he should go inside. He had a clear line of sight to her from his bedroom and she wouldn’t be able to see him spying on her from there. He can only hope that he will have plenty of opportunity in the future to see her beautiful body.

Bob found himself shuffling back to the bedroom, his old knees sore from disuse, and sitting in his recliner for hours on end, watching the worst of daytime TV and trying to remember when he last felt alive. But today was ... different. The years since his wife’s passing had largely been a blur of loneliness and boredom. He couldn’t remember the last time something genuinely interested him. He chuckled to himself that the little girl next door would suddenly be the object of this interest. She’d been there since she was born. Why was today different? He remembered the days when she was a little girl running over to their house to steal some cookies from his wife Martha’s kitchen, and bringing him one to share as well. What was he thinking? He didn’t understand it himself, but something compelled him to the bedroom.

He looked out the window and there she was, lying there, with no clue of the effect that she could have on a man, much less was having on him. He took in her tiny, near-naked body. The curves of her butt were no longer of a boyish prepubescent girl, but they were rounding out beautifully. He looked away ... then looked back up again. It had been so long since she’d come over ... since before Martha died. He figured she had probably forgotten about an old man like himself by now anyway. What was little Sonya now... 13? 14? Was she even interested in boys yet? “I bet they’re interested in her,” he thought to himself as his eyes roamed her body again

“Get a hold of yourself Bob, she’s a little girl!” he mumbled under his breath as he looked back out the window. He mused out loud, “Well, not as little as she used to be...” He watched as she rolled onto her back, the soft contour of her breasts beginning to make themselves known, barely covered by her tiny bikini top. Bob hadn’t thought about anyone like this in so long, a purely sexual desire. He could almost feel the dormant part of his body that produced testosterone slowly creak to life, pumping the long-forgotten vigor through his aged veins. He suddenly realized that as he stared out the window at little Sonya, his cock was again pushing at his zipper ... he grabbed at it absentmindedly underneath his ample gut, rubbing it as he stared. His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in every girlish curve, almost able to feel what it would be like to run a hand along that soft flawlessly tanned skin.

She must have been getting warm, because as he watched she suddenly stood and stretched, extending her slender frame to its full extent, then walked cat-like over to where the garden hose sat near the house. Bob’s jaw dropped open involuntarily as she picked it up and adjusted the hose head to “spray”.

The sun shone behind her as she squeezed the handle, sending a soft mist of water into the air, creating a rainbow effect as she sprayed her entire body, droplets of water glistening and sparkling against her flat tummy, slender thighs, and between her budding breasts, rivulets streaming down her body as she cooled herself off. She flattened her free hand and ran her palm from her neck down her body, between her small round breasts, and down her tummy to the edge of her bikini bottoms. Still spraying herself, her hand moved back up, this time her palm slid over her own breast, and Bob could make out the effect the cool water was having on them.