Ray saw her pussy fur.

He remained there, squatting, pulling at the nonexistent grass that had clogged the mower.

Laurie's gaze remained on the head of his cock, and she gasped when she realized his prick was swelling, becoming hard.

Surely he knows his cock is getting hard, she thought. But he didn't move, and then his cock was standing out of his swim trunks, half of it exposed to her burning eyes.

Laurie deliberately lowered her other knee and sat on the steps with her thighs as wide apart as they would go. Something seemed to be urging her – guiding her – and before she knew what she was doing, she had dropped one hand to her thigh.

The boy stared at her hand. She slipped her palm up and down her smooth flesh, then traced the crotch of her shorts with a fingertip. His cock became harder, and she wondered how he could stand the tightness of his trunks now against it.

Then Ray stood up. His cock bulged in his trunks, and his prick-head was still exposed. The sun was high in the sky, and although no one was on the sidewalk in front of the houses, someone – a woman or a girl – might look out a window and see his cock.

He came toward Laurie, his eyes glassy as he watched her fingers tracing the crotch of her shorts. He stopped a few feet in front of her, and she looked up into his face.

"Laurie, what's… happening?"

"Why don't you have a glass of iced tea with me, Ray?" she asked, her fingertip brushing the exposed curls of her pussy.

"Yeah, sure," he mumbled, sitting down on the steps.

Laurie glanced at the lump of cock in his trunks as she stood up. "Be right back," she said.

She could feel his gaze on her tightly clad ass. She made her ass twitch and sway a bit more than normal, knowing it would excite him more.

She returned with two tall glasses of iced tea. She handed him one. "Let's sit in the garage where it's a bit cooler."