Gisele Has Always Been A Filthy Little Tease

 Growing up I always noticed that certain guys paid extra special attention to me. At first I didn’t know why, but then once my boobs started growing and I had hard little bumps in my shirt it became obvious. The neighbors on my street couldn’t stop looking at them. They stared at my boobs more than they stared at my mom’s full D-cups!

I am not saying I didn’t enjoy the extra attention. I reveled in it. I had every boy and every father on the street looking at me. It seemed as if they were offering me things just to have me around. Sometimes I would give them a show and I’d notice their dicks getting bigger.

Once I offered to help a neighbor change his oil while I was wearing a yellow sundress and matching panties. I stood next to the car handing him the tools as he asked for them. Each time he would edge out from under the car his head was between my legs. He was getting a full show.

When the oil was done we started putting his tools away. He called out that a certain wrench was the last one signaling that he didn’t need me anymore. I figured he wanted to go play with himself. Teasingly I reached over and grabbed his semi-hard cock telling him there was one tool left.

He looked out the garage nervously making sure nobody saw what I had done. Then he looked at me and sternly told me that I should go. I told him no and sat on one of the stools near his work bench.

He told me, “Gisele, honey, you need to go play with the kids your age. Now move along.”

I told him I didn’t like playing with them. Their games were boring. I flipped up my skirt so my panties were showing smiling at him invitingly. He gasped and moved so that anybody walking by wouldn’t be able to see me. Just then his wife opened the door to the house and I flipped my skirt back down.

“Hey, Gisele,” she said. “I am going to your house to help your mom dye her hair. Want to come help?”

Her husband gestured to me as if to say, “See, there you go, now run along now.” But I knew what he really wanted. He wanted to go inside his house with his wife away so he could jerk off. While I was just barely hitting puberty I knew all about masturbation.

“No, that’s okay. Your husband was telling me a funny story and I want to hear the rest of it.” I answered her back.

When she left I pulled my skirt back up to show him my panties. He told me that it was wrong for me to do that and that I needed to leave. He went inside the house locking the door behind him.

A few years later I was walking by my neighbor’s house again. Since then he had gotten a divorce. He still liked working on cars and he was under one getting ready to do an oil change. I had to go see how he was doing!

But first I ran home and changed into my shortest sundress. I scrambled through my underwear drawer looking for my cutest pair of panties. I wanted to surprise him with a show that would let him know what he missed way back when.

After putting on some pink and white mini-checkered panties with frilly white lace sewn into the hems I took off my bra and threw on the sundress. Before leaving I admired myself in the mirror. If I bent over the slightest bit my panties would show and my perky tits were capped with some very hard nipples. Let’s see how he does when he sees my body now!

Once back at his garage I said hello as if I was there all of the time and it was no big deal. He scooted out from under the car to see who it was. From his angle he didn’t have to be directly underneath me to see my panties on account of my skirt being so short.

“Gisele?” He asked.

“Yes, silly. I am here to help you with your tools.” I told him. Then I asked, “Which one do you need?”

“Um… the longest one,” he replied back to me. His mouth never fully closed as his eyes trained themselves on my panties.

As he worked I crouched down on my knees with my legs slightly parted. This made my skirt sit on my thighs allowing him to see my panty covered crotch. It also allowed him to see me without worrying about being discrete.

Throughout the oil change I did things like scratch my pussy as if I was unaware of what modesty was. I knew it was having an effect on him because his cock was pitching up his overalls.

I struck up a conversation with, “So I hear you aren’t married anymore.”

“Um… no. We split up a year ago.” He answered.

“Oh, that sucks.” I responded. Then I started slowly itching my clit through my panties. The material went up into my pussy lips making a nice line that let him know where my tight little crack was. His cock got bigger and bigger. “Have you ever wondered what it would have been like to fuck me the last time I was here?” I asked boldly.

He rolled out from under the car and looked at me, “Gisele, you are a very pretty girl.” His eyes did a once over my body as he said that so I knew he wasn’t lying to me. “But we are just too different in age for this sort of thing.”

I didn’t like that answer at all and pouted in disagreement. Then I replied in a little girl’s pouty voice, “Owww, well den. I guess we will just have to master-wasser-bate all by owww wittle selves then.” As I was saying this I flashed him my little pussy. I had shaved it completely bald and it was very wet. My pussy lips glistened in the light of the garage.

My neighbor didn’t say anything. It was as if he were caught in a spell. As he watched I began running my finger through my pussy cleft. I was so wet. Wetter than I had ever been before. He just sat there slack jawed.

“You would have licked my little button right here for me,” I said I as stroked my clit with one hand and held my pussy lips open with the other. “Then you would have tried to tongue fuck me, but it wouldn’t go in because I still hadn’t broken my hymen yet.”

While I was saying that last part I slowly sunk my finger into my sopping wet pussy. Once I hit the last knuckle I pulled it out even slower so he could see the juices clinging to my finger. Once it was out I brought it to his mouth. He looked up at me and said he was sorry under her breath before sucking my pussy juices off of my finger.

“Sorry because you are doing this now or sorry because you didn’t do it then?” I asked him.

He didn’t answer and just continued licking and sucking on my finger.

I grabbed the garage remote from his tool tray and hit the button. As the door lowered I pulled him out from under his car and sat on his hips. With his dolly under him his hips were a lot higher than normal. My pussy pressed into his package.

“You know, I saw the way you looked at my budding little boobies. Tell me you didn’t go back into your house that day and jerk yourself off.” I commanded him as I gazed into his eyes and rubbed my pussy up and down his crotch.

“You were too young back then… you are too…” He started.

But I cut him off and asked him again if he jerked off that day. Then I added, “Because I did. I went home and masturbated my pussy twice thinking about you. I humped my pillow before going to bed for a year thinking about that day.”

I could feel his cock getting massively hard under me. I reached down and undid the zipper to his overalls. His cock shot right out of them into my hand. I guided it to my wet pussy and slowly edged my way down enveloping his cock in my pink meat.

“Tell me…” I breathed.

“I jerked off. Okay?” He pleaded not wanting to tell me he was hot for my pubescent body.

“More than once?” I pressed.

“I did it twice too.” He confided.

“What about later. Did you ever think about kissing my young breasts?” As I said this I arched forward and jutted my little tits in his face. His cock was barely half way inside me, but I was already in heaven. He was so much bigger than the boys I had dated in school.

“Maybe… once or twice.” He responded.

I didn’t believe him.

Now it was time to really blow his mind. “Maybe? Are you sure you didn’t think about my little girl pussy every time you fucked your wife?”

He was at a loss for words, but that was all I needed to know. It meant I was right. He thought about me probably more than I thought about him. What a pervert. I loved it!

His cock was deep inside me. There was no more time for chitchat. It was time for some action. I started bouncing up and down on his cock. It felt amazing. I reached down and lifted my sundress up over my head throwing it to the side. My neighbor squeezed my little tits with his oily hands. He was careful not to get oil on my nipples so he could suck on them.

As my pussy began to climax I could tell he was close too. I told him to wait until I had came. I wasn’t on the pill. His face went gaunt and he looked up at the ceiling thinking God knows what. All I know is he held off long enough for me to cum. My orgasm was so hard I could tell I peed a little. His overalls were soaked with a mixture of my love juice and my pee juice.

I got up off of him and worked my way down to suck him off. His cock was so wet I might as well have been licking my own pussy. I used my hand to work the bottom half of his shaft while my mouth worked the top. His face changed to a satisfied smile and his balls blew hot sperm into my throat. I gagged a little not expecting it to spurt that far into my mouth.

My neighbor put his hands on my head to keep me down there. He wanted to enjoy the moment as long as he could. I didn’t mind, but I planned on fucking him many more times so really this wasn’t needed.

When he was done I kissed him and put his cock back into his overalls. I commented on how he might have to change them. He just smiled at me and mouthed, “Thank you.”

“I have to go now, but the next time I come over we can discuss that time you were staring at my pussy when you came over for our pool party. You know when. I was wearing a pink bathing suit that went up my pussy.” I said.

His face went beet red. He knew what time I was talking about. I wasn’t even growing boobies yet then.

That’s right I have ALWAYS been a filthy little tease and if you want to hear about so many  more filthy  stories about  my experiences.

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