Alice was the neighbor girl in my trailer park over the last fifteen years. Her mother, a dancer at the gentleman’s club just up the road by the airport, had moved in when Alice was just a tot of about three years old. I’d watched her grow from a cute little blond who ran around the park in shorts or a romper when she was in grade school. I’d watched her sprout up to a lanky and awkward teen as she went to junior high. Then I had watched as she began to grow long, muscular legs, and a pair of perky tits as she was hitting her senior year in high school.

All the while she was growing up, her somewhat neglectful mother had taken advantage of me and my retired status by asking me to watch little Alice, and even keep her entertained, while she went off to work, or sometimes, to turn a trick.

I didn’t really mind, because Alice was a cute kid, and she was easy to take care of. She loved to watch videos, and I would give her cereal or some other snacks when she was in my trailer watching a video. And every once in a while, Alice’s mother Crystal, would come over and offer me a blow job to thank me for watching little Alice. In short, it was a mutually satisfying arrangement.

And this was all fine, until little Alice was not so little anymore. Alice was now a smoking hot teenager, almost 6 feet tall, with the cutest and perkiest tits I had ever seen, a tight little ass, and legs that went on forever. And she loved to run around in just panties, to show off her legs.

Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mind looking at Alice, and her hot, sexy body. It’s just that it didn’t seem fair that I had to watch that body, and simply pretend I wasn’t trying to hide a huge boner that seemed to rise up every time I saw her these days. At eighteen, she could get a dead man hard, and I was no dead man. But I feared I might be, if I ever indulged my fantasies with my little neighbor girl, Alice. So, I avoided her and told her I was busy or had work to do whenever she came over during the past two to three months. She was just too hot for me to look at without immediately getting a hard-on that tented my pants obscenely and obviously.

So I had not seen Alice except for glimpses as she walked past my trailer from time to time, or occasionally when I was out working in my yard and she would wave from her backyard, and yell, “Hi Mr. Dave!” in her lovely singsong voice. Now that it was turning summer and the weather was warm she routinely laid out in her bikini getting a tan. And she always seemed to see me and shout out her sweet greeting.