Not to speak ill of the perfectly, but the guy that lived across the street was a all over ass. He is one of the few people that when he died, instantly improved the spirit of those around him. Over the retiring eight years I watched him abuse just about every someone that came within earshot. From neighbors to the police and flack department to the kids that walked down the bowling alley future to his household, construction workers and even his own son, who moved out at 16, and his rarely seen wife Belinda. Belinda even left him once but was forced to refund when she was arrested for DUI after Saint John the Apostle had turned her in and she lost her license. True storey. I never talked with Belinda too much. She seemed nice enough but with toilet around you couldn't get more than a passing word in.

Several days ago John was diagnosed with liver cancer…. or so he said. We are all sure it was from pickling his liver from all the cheesy vodka he drank. On a normal day he was passed out by 2:00 pm which is why he never was capable to prevent a job more than a few days. Almost two weeks ago Siren alerted me that something may birth happened at John's house. An ambulance pulled up and I watched its crew whorl in an equipment laden gurney. Not long after they rolled John out and loaded him up before driving off with no sirens. Two twenty-four hours after that a car was parked outside with out of town denture. The next day I saw his obit. Devoted husband and loving father my ass. For the next few days after that different local anesthetic stopped by with food and flowers. None of them neighbour. I was guessing people Belinda worked with or maybe family members. I didn't go over. What was I going to do ? Pay my deference with a hearty thank God he's finally dead ? I'm not hypocritical so I kept to myself, along with the other neighbors.

A few days ago I started seeing Belinda outside much more mowing the lawn or lacrimation. At night she would sit in her enclosed porch for time of day. Several metre she I saw her walking to the community mailbox and she would smile at me from across the street and give me a fairly animated Wave. She didn't appear to me to be a grieve widow. She seemed rather happy actually. However I was the sole one that thought that apparently as neighbors started asking if I had been over yet. They had care that she was over there all alone and grieving. Why me ? Why can't they go over ? Seems no one wanted to. Its like they thought John's ghost would haunt them or something. I finally reluctantly agreed and the next day when I saw her out to get the mail, I waved and jogged across the street.

She waited until I was stepping up over the curb."hi Michael,"not making eye contact.

"Hey Belinda, beautiful day."She just grinned nervously and shifted her weight from one leg to the succeeding so I got right to it….. no sense in dragging it out if she's not comfy."How have you been doing ?"

"I'm okay. Kinda lost but I'm dealing ya know. I mean…. John was an asshole but he was all I knew for 12 years."

She still wasn't making eye contact. Just absently string past me into blank."Belinda is there anything I can do for you ?"

"Not unless you want to weed may garden for me. I haven't quite been into it,"and she chuckled mechanically.

"I could do that tomorrow around ten ?"

"Oh you don't have to…"Finally she made eye liaison. She seemed unsure and somewhat nervous.

"Belinda its fine. Gives me something to do."

She just smiled then looked down again so I continued."Look I'll see you tomorrow. If you need anything just let me know. I'm just across the street."I touched her on her berm and then turned and crossed the street. poor lady I thought as I walked away. All she ever knew was him. What a fucking ass.

The next day rolled around soon enough. I fed the dog and got her out for a pass then came back, changed into shorts and a white tee shirt, grabbed my mitt, a bucketful and my picayune shovel and went over to Belinda's. I didn't trouble to knock. I just let myself in their…. her backyard. The logic gate to her privacy fence was not locked. nobody locks anything in this little town. I walked straight to the garden. hoi polloi of sens. It looked like she watered plenty because the veg looked prissy but the weeds were everywhere. This was no simple weeding. I set my ipod to random, put my earbuds in, gloved up and get right in. I ended up having to sop the ground some in society to get the origin to let go and dropped the little shit in my bucket.

Thirty minutes later Belinda scared the crap out of me when she grabbed my shoulder joint. I almost literally result my shoes on the ground when squirted myself with the hosiery and jumped. Panting and laughing at myself I pulled my earbuds out and was met with the hysteric laughter of Belinda.

"I'm sorry"she managed to get out."That's the funniest thing I've seen in a farsighted metre. I tried yelling at you but you but you didn't hear me."

"That's okay. I was in my own world"I said still out of breath and dripping.

"fountainhead let me get dressed and I will get along out and help."She turned and hurried back into the house.

I stood there for a second dumbfounded that I had not noticed her dressed in her robe and skidder. She really HAD thrown me for a loop. I wrapped the earbuds around my ipod and set it up on the table on the pack of cards out of the sun and went back to work.

She did take her metre. I was starting to wonder before she finally came out. I had to do a three-fold take. The few time I went over to see John, before he became the drunken ass, Belinda was always at the reckoner in a New World chat elbow room or playing on-line games. We never really lecture and I had never seen her closer than from across the street, excluding a few day ago, until now. We were both approaching the magic 4-0 scratch but she looked younger, just a bit worn out as you would expect, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off boxers and a Theodore Harold White push button down shirt with no makeup. She didn't need any. Her blond hair pulled back, baseball cap on her principal and mitt in her script, she walked over to me actually smiling. She's skinny with really nice tanned branch. Breasts were not big but not belittled either. Maybe a 34c ?

She stopped and waved her arms at me.

"Its up on the table"I said pointing to her deck.

"Just making sure. Don't want to pop you before the weeds are pulled"she joked.

"Yeah that would be bad"aiming the hosepipe mockingly at her.

"No no no"putting her hands up in defense and laughing.

"amercement. Just realize I have the power. I have the hose."

For the following few 60 minutes we pulled smoke and got ourselves plenty muddy and fairly soaked from the waistline down kneeling in wet soil. We chatted and joked about piece of work, conditions, her son and his finance and just about everything BUT John the Evangelist. I learned more from her in these two hours then I did in eight years. We were both starting to get really hot and sweaty with the midday sun pounding down on us when one of my jokes was answered, not with a laugh or comeback, but a baggy mud clump to the dorsum of my head. My answer was quick and decisive. I dowsed her with the hose. Full jet right into the back and chest when she spun around.

"holy place SHIT THAT'S COLD !"as she tried to dance and interweave to avert the hose.

I turned if off."Had enough ?"

With her spinal column turned to me,"YEAH YEAH UNCLE UNCLE ! ! !"Laughing and dripping she turned around. Her once white shirt was translucent. Even though she was wearing a bikini top ( damn it ) I could tell she looked damn sexy.

She looked at me then down at her shirt."Guess there isn't lots percentage point in wearing this is there ?"I tried to look around and detect something to do like displume a sess or tie my shoe as she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. As she hung it on a tree limb I took the fortune and took a good look at her. I don't call up she had an Panthera uncia of fat on her. pee droplets shimmered on her bare cutis. The bikini top didn't leave a lot to the imagination, being a bit small I could see the position of her breast and two very excited tit. My cock certainly noticed too. When she turned back to present me I quickly looked down searching for something to do and discover my gloves and shovel on the solid ground. I grabbed my pail and knelt down, picked up and placed my gloves and shovel in the bucket. It was an well-heeled way to hide the growing protuberance in my shortss. While I standing up I felt two hands hit my back and shove me forward. I fell expression first into the garden making a sharp slap noise as my body hit water and mud. Ice cold piss from the hosiery quickly followed blasting me in the ass and small of my back. She's ripe. The water is frosty. Game on.
By the time I was getting to my pes she had already backed off quite a bit so I had some ground to incubate before I got to her. With a war cry I charged. She screamed and ran away from me hose pointing at me, trigger down and an ice cold jet of urine hitting me in the chest and side. She didn't make it more than ten feet before I dodged to the left and grabbed her around the waist picking her up off the ground. She squealed as she tried to get me with the hosiery, her legs flailing in the air. We wrestled as I tried to unarm her and fell to the terra firma. This was my territory now. She was warm but I had a unspoilt 60 pounds on her. A mates of times I felt those hard nipples rubbing up against me just as I'm trusted she felt how unvoiced my cock was through my boxers. I so badly wanted to grab that tie to her bikini top on her back and give it a pull so I could osculate and lick those mamilla but I didn't. The poor lady just lost her husband. Eventually I got her on her back and sat on her pinning her berm to the priming coat. We were both soaked and covered in mud and gage. As soon as I felt her struggle I eased up I asked her if she gave up. She gave me the gratifying, aphrodisiacal smiling right as the pee blasted me in the side of the face. She still had the hose. I aimed it right at her. My hand cook to shove the trigger.

"You wouldn't dare."

I did but not as she expected. I shoved the snoot under the ring of her shorts and flooded her with the icy goodness of revenge.

"OH MY GOD THAT'S COLD"as she squirmed her way out from under me. She hopped to her pes and was dancing around as the water ran down her legs. She was clearly enjoying this as she looked at me and hissed"….. you play dirty."

"You started it."

"Oh and I will end it too. I'll get you back."

"Sure you will."

"Why don't you go clean and jerk up and number back in 30 minutes and we can fire up the grill. Least I can do is manipulate you some dinner party for helping me out."

"I would enjoy that."

As she walked by me she stuck her hand out and kinda half hit me in the shoulder, half shoved me."Go. 30 minutes."

I stood there for a minute and watched her walk up her steps and through the glass siding door on her deck of cards into her house.

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I had no thought I had so a lot mud and works bits stuck to me until I looked in the mirror. My God I looked like something on a Science fabrication cable television service channel. I actually needed just about the full 30 minutes to get clear and spruced up. I grabbed a feeding bottle of vodka from the deep freezer and crossed the street for dinner. If I'm going over, I'm going over armed.

Despite knocking on the front door twice, Belinda didn't solution. I thought maybe she was in the back thou but she wasn't. I peered around the recession first just to see where the hose was. It was the Sami place I left it. The grill sat where it was that first light so clearly she had not come back outside yet. Her deck was extensive with a cover version and lattice edging. I walked up the couple of steps to the mesa and put down the bottle of vodka and looked around. Under the kitchen window was a Bench expanse that looked like it may double as entrepot. I walked over and tried the lid, it opened easy. interior was wood coal, wakeful fluid, a light and some very skillful grilling tools. I set the oxford grey and lighter fluid on the terra firma and pulled out a lighter and utensils before shutting the lid. Once shut I stood up and looked through the kitchen window just in time to see Belinda amount out the toilet carrying something. All I could see was her bare back and she was topless. I really wanted her to turn around but also didn't want to be caught. When she rounded the corner and left my passel I picked up the lighter fluid and sack of charcoal and took them out to the thousand. My mental capacity was feeling guilty, not about peeking through her window because that was an fortuity. The guilt was because I was having a strong meter not going back and taking another look. I poured in some charcoal, gave it a splash of lighter fluid and lit them. There was a lawn chair near so I turned it to face the grill and sat down to look and keep an eye on the fire. About five minutes later two guess glasses appeared in my peripheral device vision. I gratefully took one. One of her men was on my shoulder and I could feel her against the spinal column of my headway as she stood behind me.

She whispered in my ear,"Thanks for coming over today."

I drank the chill shot of vodka and felt it warm up my throat. I raised the trash up a bit so she could take it, said"Your welcome"and tilted my head back so I could look up at her. She was wearing a one-half shirt and I could see right up it. This prison term there was no bra. I could see the voiced bottom of her breasts and those hard pap pushing her shirt out.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help with this view."

I heard her laugh as she took a one-half step back and bent over kissing my brow."You're not supposed to avail. You worked enough today. Just sit back, watch and keep me company."

"I can do that."

"Another snapshot ?"

"Yes please."

"Beer."

"Yes please."

"I'll be properly back."

As she walked away I turned to look. She was wearing white shorts and a tap half shirt. No shoes. Her hair was pulled back and held with a galosh band. I watched her ass as she walked all the way into her house. I turned around and settled back in to wait. The coal were getting close to being ready so I stood up and started to pass around them out with the tongues.

"I told you all you were supposed to do is determine"

Busted I turned around. Belinda was heading for me with a tray of food, beer and vodka slam. She is one of those woman that have that lifelike beauty and need no makeup. She wasn't wearing any and looked very good. She set the tray down and immediately smiled at me and took the spit away from me."Sit. Relax."

The tray had brauts, veggie kabob of red and scandalmongering peppers and onions and some microchip and dip and of course, beer and vodka. I picked up the shots of vodka and handed her one. We did the shots, she handed me her glass and she pointed at the chair I had been it waggling her finger's breadth. I picked up the beer, Flat Tire, nice, and sat down. Over the adjacent 60 minutes we chatted about this and that. Flirted a niggling as the vodka and beer made it into our blood current. I watched her cook, okay stared at her ass, and tried to hide the bump in my boxershorts. The material of her trunks is wonderfully thin. Why couldn't she have been wearing those a few hours ago ? Occasionally she would rick around to learn a drink of beer and point off her suntanned and sculpture trunk and ever-hard nipples to me. The intellectual nourishment was very in effect. The beer was ample. The company was buzzed. Belinda wasn't shy at all. She rather enjoyed showing off her body to me. She would stoop over and let her shirt fall open so I could look and she would feed me a chip and sweep her finger's breadth against my lips.

After we finished the food for thought we put the dirties on the tray and I carried them to the kitchen for her. She slapped my ass a few clock time to get me moving. She had me set the tray on the counter and asked me to grab the shot specs. The bottleful of vodka she retrieved from the freezer. She grabbed the social movement of my shorts sliding her fingerbreadth into the waist lot and pulled me outside onto the deck. She had brought me to a semi severe state by slapping my butt on the way inside. With her finger's breadth in my drawers, I was rapidly growing and as common I wasn't wearing underwear. When my stopcock began forcing itself over her fingers I expected some sorting of response ; pull her paw away or cop a tactile property, but she just pulled me out onto the deck and put my ass in a chair at the mesa. She started at my fork for a few moment. I know she must be able to see my fountainhead by now. She turned and sat the bottle down on the table and took the glasses from me. She poured and we drank two guessing in a row each. Then she sat down in the chair next to me, smiled, giggled, looked back at the head poking out of my shorts, and sighed."I have a confession to make but you can't ever tell anyone and you can't hold it against me. Promise."

"Promise."

"I've been watching you for a long time. From my chamber upstairs I can see in your office and your kitchen in the morning."

I just smiled and looked at her. I live alone and don't wear much when I'm at home. Particularly in the summer, like now, when its so hot. I don't have air conditioning so I would probably be in my office naked. I wondered just what she saw.

She continued,"I've seen you in the morning time when you make coffee and aren't wearing anything and…."She blushed and laughed."I can't believe I'm telling you this ! I am so drunk."

"And ?"

"And ?"Then she remembered."Oh no I've said way too much. You'll be shutting your curtain for for certain already."

"No I wont. I'm not shy in case you haven't noticed."I stood and put my hand in my underdrawers to adjust myself just to get the distributor point across. When I sat back down I looked at her and said,"come on I want to recognise. And what ?"

She poured and slammed another shot, breathed out and while looking at the feeding bottle,"I watched you fuck your girlfriends."

"Nice. And ?"

"And this first light I knew you were here because I was watching you and was fingering myself imagining what it would be like to ride you in the grass right over there,"pointing into the yard.

"We could feel out."

"No. I can't. Not yet. I want to but its….."

I finished for her,"Its just too soon. I understand it hasn't been that long."

Looking in my eyes,"its not that I don't want to cause I do. I want you in the spoiled way right now but I can't."Then she smiled from ear to ear."I promise it will be worth it. Besides I have desert for you."
She got up and stumbled a lilliputian walking to the sliding glass doorway and opening it. She was one-half way in when she looked back to me and keep out off the sparkle over the deck. The only light now was from inside the house."You left your Ipod here when you left and you might require to move that death chair over here in figurehead of the door. Oh ! And don't disappoint me by being good."With that she slid the glass doorway shut and locked it.

I just kinda looked at the vodka and then the threshold. Vodka, door. Belinda tapped on the looking glass and I looked over. She was putting in one of my ear buds then looked at me and motioned to move the chair over in forepart of the threshold. What they hell do I have to lose ? I moved the chair over in strawman of the door, about 5 feet from it, and sat down. Belinda was inside scrolling through my songs. She apparently found something she liked, tapped the frolic button and began to slowly and seductively terpsichore. Belinda slowly gyrated her hips to whatever song she was playing. Lifting her arms above her head teacher she exposed more of her tanned, fit stomach and rib. I wished the shirt was a little shorter so I could see her chest. Keeping her Ipod arm up she ran her left down pulling at the hem of her shirt, causing her pap to jab through the pinko fabric then let go causing the shirt to bounce back up and expose even Thomas More of her skin. Her hand dipped down under the waistband of her boxers briefly and then slid up her quick skin, under her shirt, over her boob and pinching her nipple. She pulled her shirt up a bit farther to register me the hale breast briefly before pulling her hand away and letting her shirt dusk. function of the shirt hung up on her nipple but she, nor I, minded. Her complimentary hand unbuttoned and unzipped her short circuit and slew deep under them. I don't think she's wearing any underclothing. I couldn't help myself and began to rub my hard cock beneath my own shorts. She smiled seductively and bit her lower lip. Whatever her digit were doing she was really enjoying it. The Ipod mitt slid down and behind her and with both, and a little wiggle, her shorts dropped to the ground. She made an over-exaggerated embarrassed"O"with her lip and stepped out of them.

She turned and grabbed the kitchen chair and turned it so she could sit on it and face up me. With her rachis to me she put one of those prospicient tanned legs on the chair and deform forward slightly so I could see her fingers working along her mouth and all the way back to her asshole then back to her backtalk where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her sassing. She turned her head teacher one-half way so I could see her suck her own juices off of them. Still gyrating her hips to the medicine she ran her hand back down her dresser and over her sweet lips again. As she sat down with her rachis to me, straddling the chair, she slipped to finger's breadth inside herself. God what a position. She slid her ass towards me and leaned forward. With her ass almost off the chair I could easily see her working her two fingerbreadth in and out of her snatch. Her back arched in pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore and unwrap my own shorts and pulled my laborious cock disembarrass. I began to stroke my throbbing member.

Belinda turned her drumhead again towards me. Her brass was contorted with warmth and lust…. she opened her eyes and looked to heave when she saw me. She stood and removed her finger's breadth and dumbfound them in her mouth as she turned to face me. I could see her shining mouth. She shaved herself clean.

She set the Ipod on the table and sat down facing me this clip. Not taking her eyes of my cock she opened her legs broad and slid her ass down exposing her beautiful pussycat and asshole to me. Her right hand spread her back talk and the same two finger's breadth on her leftfield slid back inside of her. She used her good hand to puzzle out her clit. My tempo increased when she slid in the tertiary finger. I didn't care who could be watching besides her. All I wanted was to be in her. I stood and hastily dropped my short pants before sitting quickly back down. I resumed stroking and used me free hand to fondle my balls. Belinda liked what she saw and fingered herself quicker. Neither of us would last much longer at this rate. She was more wet then any woman I have ever seen. Her hand was shining as her juice dripped out of her. Suddenly she stopped rubbing her clit and slid her hand under her leg causing it to rise. She slid one digit from that hand into her glistening twat took it out and slid it third knuckle deep in her ass. She came with a scream at the sense experience. Her whole consistency shook. I watched as her juices ran freely from her bridge player and puddled on the floor.

I didn't last a great deal longer and launched roofy after rope of cum onto her pack of cards, my short and all over my paw. trousering, I watch Belinda stand unsteadily and walk slowly to the sliding glass door. She unlocked it and tiredly used her weight to slide it open. She wore a aphrodisiacal evil grin and stepped out half naked onto the deck of cards with me. She walked up to me, put my ipod in my light paw and took the cum covered one with the former, tip forward and kissed me deep. Our tongues danced briefly before she pulled away and turned her attention to my cum-covered helping hand. She licked a large glob of my cum off it and swallowed.

"Ummmmm"was all she said before turning and walking back into her theater. I sat there still and watched that ass swing. Belinda slid the door shut and locked it before finally pulling her shirt over her head and off. She stood there a bit, completely nude finally, teasing her hard pap and giving me a few minutes to dowse in her beauty. Then she simply turned off all the Inner Light plunging us both into darkness.

I sat there for a few more minute deciding if I should try the sliding room access to see if it was really locked or just go rest home. I decided to put my shorts back on and headed for home knowing damn well that she was in her windowpane right now watching me as I crossed the street. I can run this game. I didn't turn around to look .