You have to really WANT to see your neighbors when you live in the country - otherwise, you'll be totally oblivious of them. I want to see Dan, our next door neighbor bad enough to sneak a pair of binoculars to our South window, whenever he's outside.
Dan is a minister in a small rural church. He's about 35 years old, has a thatch of straight prematurely gray hair, a slight curve to his belly - and an ass to die for.
Summers - he usually comes out into their yard wearing tighter than tight torquoise blue shorts. And he does a lot of bending over with his butt turned to our house.
I'd thought Dan was cute from the first time I saw him but my interest in his butt didn't really come into clear focus until I heard about a verbal exchange he'd had with a woman in his church. I guess they were joking about something - and she said, "you'd better not, or you'll get a spanking!" And Dan replied, "I WISH!"
Ahhhhhh. Well, you can imagine the vistas that opened to a spankophile like me! For months, my mind tried to imagine a situation in which I could help the handsome reverend fulfill this apparent fantasy. I never really got an idea about that, but I DID notice when the opportunity arose.
Always enjoying a close look at Dan, I was constantly watching for excuses/opportunities to go over and visit with him. One day I was returning a tool I'd borrowed from him. As I crossed the lot between our houses, I heard the sound of an electric saw in the woodshop Dan maintained in the back building, at the back of their large lot. The privacy this situation would provide brought the energy of spanking fantasies I'd had about him flooding into my mind.
I stepped into the doorway. Dan happened to be wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with a pair of bib overalls - an odd combination but fetching as hell, nonetheless. This was the first time he and I had ever been alone together. All I can think is that he had been nurturing a fantasy similar to mine - or the scene could not have played out so smoothly.
Due to the noise of the tool he was using, Dan didn't hear me coming into his workshop. I was pleasantly startled to see that his overalls were down around his ankles! I stopped in the doorway - not wanting to startle him and WANTING to enjoy the view.
_d_a_m_n_ that shirt though! The shirt