When Jazella volunteered to assist her retired neighbor with organizing his library, she anticipated dealing with dust, heavy lifting, and climbing. Unbeknownst to her, she’d also have to contend with his wandering gaze, which lingered on every inch of her figure. She knew of his fondness for tall, blonde women, but it wasn’t until she caught him hastily retreating behind some boxes that she realized his interest extended to her. Upon confronting him, he admitted, “I can’t work like this, not with this hard-on!”
“Being Latina, I’m accustomed to men who express their passion openly,” Jazella recalled. “When my neighbor hid his erection, I found it endearing. It sparked something within me. I started accentuating my movements, giving him glimpses of my ass and legs. I told him to look, to watch my body. I bent over, slid down my panties, and thought he might faint. Realizing he was a secret admirer emboldened me. I made him sit, then treated him to a striptease. When I saw him rubbing his cock through his pants, I told him to take it out, to stroke it for me.”
He complied, his excitement evident. So was hers. “He asked to cum on my stockings,” she said, “but I refused. Not because I object to cum, but how would I explain the stains to my husband? So, I told him to cum inside my shoes. I could feel his warm semen oozing between my toes as I walked around. It was exhilarating!”
After dinner with her husband and a PTA meeting, Jazella found herself aroused by her secret. In the bathroom, she played with herself, snapped a picture of her wet pussy, and sent it to her neighbor with a message: “Jerk off to this.”
