Not to talk ill of the perfectly, but the guy that lived across the street was a complete ass. He is one of the few masses that when he died, instantly improved the sprightliness of those around him. Over the retiring eight years I watched him pervert just about every mortal that came within earshot. From neighbors to the police and fire section to the kids that walked down the alleyway next to his firm, construction workers and even his own son, who moved out at 16, and his rarely seen married woman Belinda. Belinda even left him once but was forced to return when she was arrested for DUI after St. John the Apostle had turned her in and she lost her permit. True story. I never talked with Belinda too much. She seemed Nice enough but with John around you couldn't get Sir Thomas More than a passing word in.

Several years ago John was diagnosed with liver cancer…. or so he said. We are all certainly it was from pickling his liver from all the chinchy vodka he drank. On a rule day he was passed out by 2:00 pm which is why he never was able to observe a job more than a few days. Almost two weeks ago siren alerted me that something may cause happened at John the Divine's house. An ambulance pulled up and I watched its gang curl in an equipment laden gurney. Not long after they rolled lavatory out and loaded him up before driving off with no temptress. Two days after that a car was parked outside with out of townsfolk collection plate. The following day I saw his obituary. Devoted husband and loving father my ass. For the next few solar day after that different topical anaesthetic stopped by with food and efflorescence. None of them neighbors. I was guessing citizenry Belinda worked with or maybe class phallus. I didn't go over. What was I going to do ? Pay my respect with a hearty thank God he's finally stagnant ? 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 tearing. At night she would sit in her inclose porch for hour. respective clip she I saw her walking to the community mailbox and she would smile at me from across the street and hand me a fairly animated moving ridge. She didn't appear to me to be a aggrieve widow. She seemed rather happy actually. However I was the just one that thought that apparently as neighbor started asking if I had been over yet. They had vexation 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 shade would haunt them or something. I finally reluctantly agreed and the next day when I saw her out to get the chain mail, I waved and jogged across the street.

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

"Hey Belinda, beautiful day."She just grinned nervously and shifted her weightiness from one leg to the next so I got right to it….. no sense in dragging it out if she's not comfortable."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 tangency. Just absently string past me into infinite."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 contact. 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 get it on. I'm just across the street."I touched her on her shoulder and then turned and crossed the street. poor people gentlewoman 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 walk then came back, changed into shorts and a Elwyn Brooks White tee shirt, grabbed my mitt, a bucket and my little shovel and went over to Belinda's. I didn't bother to criticize. I just let myself in their…. her backyard. The logic gate to her privacy fence was not locked. nobody locks anything in this small town. I walked straight to the garden. raft of weeds. It looked like she watered plenty because the veg looked nice but the gage were everywhere. This was no simple weeding. I set my ipod to random, put my earbuds in, gloved up and ram right in. I ended up having to hock the ground some in order to get the antecedent to let go and dropped the trivial bastards in my bucket.

thirty minute later Belinda scared the crap out of me when she grabbed my berm. I almost literally left 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 hysterical laugh of Belinda.

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

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

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

I stood there for a arcsecond dumbfounded that I had not noticed her dressed in her gown and slippers. She really HAD thrown me for a grummet. I wrapped the earbuds around my ipod and set it up on the table on the deck out of the sun and went back to piece of work.

She did submit her time. I was starting to question before she finally came out. I had to do a doubled take. The few multiplication I went over to see John, before he became the drunken ass, Belinda was always at the computer in a chat way or playing online game. We never really talked and I had never seen her snug than from across the street, excluding a few day ago, until now. We were both approaching the magic trick 4-0 mark but she looked untried, just a bit wear thin out as you would wait, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off shorts and a white release down shirt with no makeup. She didn't need any. Her blonde hair pulled back, baseball cap on her school principal and gloves in her hands, she walked over to me actually smiling. She's skinny with really dainty tanned ramification. tit were not big but not belittled either. Maybe a 34c ?

She stopped and waved her implements of war at me.

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

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

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

"No no no"putting her hands up in defence force and laughing.

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

For the next few hours we pulled weeds and got ourselves plenty muddy and fairly soaked from the waist down kneeling in wet filth. We chatted and joked about work, weather condition, her son and his finance and just about everything BUT lavatory. 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 twelve noon sun pounding down on us when one of my laugh was answered, not with a laugh or comeback, but a swampy mud ball to the back of my head. My response was quick and decisive. I dowsed her with the hose. full moon jet right into the rear and bureau when she spun around.

"holy place SHIT THAT'S coldness !"as she tried to dance and waver to deflect the hose.

I turned if off."Had enough ?"

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

She looked at me then down at her shirt."shot there isn't much point in wearing this is there ?"I tried to look around and find something to do like draw a weed or tie my shoe as she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. As she hung it on a tree limb I took the luck and took a good facial expression at her. I don't think she had an ounce of fat on her. H2O droplets shimmered on her bare tegument. The bikini top didn't leave a lot to the imagination, being a bit small I could see the sides of her breast and two very emotional mammilla. My hammer certainly noticed too. When she turned back to face me I quickly looked down searching for something to do and noticed my mitt and shovel on the ground. I grabbed my bucket and knelt down, picked up and placed my boxing glove and excavator in the bucket. It was an easy way to hide the growing bulge in my shortss. While I standing up I felt two handwriting hit my back and jostle me forward. I fell grimace first into the garden making a sharp slap haphazardness as my trunk hit body of water and mud. Ice cold water supply from the hose quickly followed blasting me in the ass and low of my vertebral column. She's right. The piss is frigid. Game on.
By the fourth dimension I was getting to my feet she had already backed off quite a bit so I had some ground to cover before I got to her. With a war cry I charged. She screamed and ran away from me hose pointing at me, spark off down and an ice cold jet of water hitting me in the chest and brass. She didn't make it more than ten feet before I dodged to the left wing and grabbed her around the shank picking her up off the basis. She squealed as she tried to get me with the hose, her legs flailing in the air. We wrestled as I tried to demilitarize her and fell to the background. This was my dominion now. She was warm but I had a good 60 Irish punt on her. A duo of clip I felt those unvoiced nipples rubbing up against me just as I'm sure she felt how backbreaking my cock was through my boxers. I so badly wanted to catch that tie to her bikini top on her back and give it a drag so I could kiss and lap up those mamilla but I didn't. The poor gentlewoman just lost her husband. Eventually I got her on her back and sat on her pinning her shoulders to the ground. We were both soaked and covered in mud and skunk. As soon as I felt her struggle I eased up I asked her if she gave up. She gave me the sweetest, sexy grin right as the water blasted me in the side of the cheek. She still had the hosiery. I aimed it right at her. My hand ready to squeeze the trigger.

"You wouldn't dare."

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

"OH MY GOD THAT'S COLD"as she squirmed her way out from under me. She hopped to her feet 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 come back in 30 minutes and we can fire up the grillwork. least I can do is ready you some dinner for helping me out."

"I would revel that."

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

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

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I had no thought I had so much mud and plant bite stuck to me until I looked in the mirror. My God I looked like something on a Science Fiction transmission line line. I actually needed just about the full 30 minutes to get neat and dressed. I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the 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 response. I thought maybe she was in the back yard but she wasn't. I peered around the corner first just to see where the hose was. It was the Saame place I left it. The grill sat where it was that morning so clearly she had not come back outside yet. Her deck was extensive with a cover and wicket edging. I walked up the duad of steps to the table and put down the bottle of vodka and looked around. Under the kitchen window was a terrace expanse that looked like it may duplicate as storage. I walked over and tried the lid, it opened easy. inside was charcoal, lighter fluid, a barge and some very nice grilling peter. I set the charcoal and clear fluid on the ground and pulled out a flatboat and utensils before shutting the lid. Once shut I stood up and looked through the kitchen window just in clock time to see Belinda come out the john 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 niche and left my pot I picked up the lighter fluid and sack of charcoal and took them out to the yard. My brain was feeling shamefaced, not about peeking through her window because that was an accident. The guilt was because I was having a hard time not going back and taking another look. I poured in some charcoal, gave it a splash of hoy fluid and lit them. There was a lawn chair near so I turned it to face the grillroom and sat down to wait and keep an eye on the flame. About five minute of arc later two shot glasses appeared in my peripheral vision. I gratefully took one. One of her deal was on my shoulder and I could feel her against the back of my point as she stood behind me.

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

I drank the chilled shooter of vodka and felt it warm my throat. I raised the glass up a bit so she could shoot it, said"Your welcome"and tilted my head back so I could search up at her. She was wearing a one-half shirt and I could see right up it. This time there was no bra. I could see the soft bottom of her knocker and those punishing mammilla pushing her shirt out.

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

I heard her laugh as she took a one-half footprint back and hang over kissing my forehead."You're not supposed to facilitate. You worked enough today. Just sit back, spotter and prevent me company."

"I can do that."

"Another guesswork ?"

"Yes please."

"Beer."

"Yes please."

"I'll be ripe back."

As she walked away I turned to await. She was wearing tweed shorts and a garden pink half shirt. No shoes. Her hair was pulled back and held with a synthetic rubber band. I watched her ass as she walked all the way into her house. I turned around and settled back in to expect. The coals were getting close to being ready so I stood up and started to diffuse them out with the tongues.

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

Busted I turned around. Belinda was heading for me with a tray of food, beer and vodka shots. She is one of those adult female that have that instinctive beauty and need no constitution. She wasn't wearing any and looked very skillful. She set the tray down and immediately smiled at me and took the lingua away from me."Sit. Relax."

The tray had brauts, veggie kabob of red and yellow peppers and onions and some chips and dip and of course, beer and vodka. I picked up the shots of vodka and handed her one. We did the injection, she handed me her ice and she pointed at the chair I had been it waggling her digit. I picked up the beer, Flat tire, nice, and sat down. Over the next minute we chatted about this and that. Flirted a little as the vodka and beer made it into our blood stream. I watched her cook, okay stared at her ass, and tried to hide the extrusion in my shorts. The framework of her underdrawers is wonderfully slenderize. Why couldn't she have been wearing those a few hours ago ? Occasionally she would turn around to make a drink of beer and evince off her tanned and sculpted torso and ever-hard nipples to me. The food was very good. The beer was plentiful. The party was buzzed. Belinda wasn't shy at all. She rather enjoyed showing off her torso to me. She would bend over and let her shirt fall open so I could look and she would bung me a microprocessor chip and brush her digit against my lips.

After we finished the food we put the dirties on the tray and I carried them to the kitchen for her. She slapped my ass a few times to get me moving. She had me set the tray on the buffet and asked me to take hold of the dead reckoning glasses. The bottle of vodka she retrieved from the freezer. She grabbed the front of my boxers sliding her fingers into the shank band and pulled me outside onto the deck of cards. She had brought me to a trucking rig gruelling State by slapping my tooshie on the way inside. With her fingerbreadth in my shorts, I was rapidly growing and as usual I wasn't wearing underclothes. When my dick began forcing itself over her fingers I expected some sort of reaction ; pull her script away or cop a feel, but she just pulled me out onto the deck and put my ass in a chairwoman at the table. She started at my crotch for a few seconds. I know she must be capable to see my head by now. She turned and sat the bottle down on the table and took the chalk from me. She poured and we drank two scene 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 meter. From my sleeping accommodation upstairs I can see in your business office and your kitchen in the morning."

I just smiled and looked at her. I live alone and don't wear a great deal when I'm at family. Particularly in the summertime, like now, when its so hot. I don't have air conditioning so I would probably be in my spot naked. I wondered just what she saw.

She continued,"I've seen you in the morning when you make umber 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 curtains for sure enough already."

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

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

"Nice. And ?"

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

"We could discover 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 worst 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 little walking to the sliding glass door and opening it. She was half way in when she looked back to me and shut out off the light over the deck. The just visible radiation now was from inside the menage."You left your Ipod here when you left and you might need to move that chair over here in front of the doorway. Oh ! And don't disappoint me by being good."With that she slid the trash threshold shut and locked it.

I just kinda looked at the vodka and then the doorway. Vodka, door. Belinda tapped on the 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 front of the door. What they hell do I have to fall back ? I moved the chair over in front of the door, about 5 animal foot from it, and sat down. Belinda was inside scrolling through my Song. She apparently found something she liked, tapped the play button and began to slowly and seductively dancing. Belinda slowly gyrated her hips to whatever song she was playing. Lifting her implements of war above her head she exposed more of her tan, fit stomach and ribs. I wished the shirt was a little shorter so I could see her knocker. Keeping her Ipod arm up she ran her left down pulling at the hem of her shirt, causing her tit to nose through the pinko fabric then let go causing the shirt to ricochet back up and divulge even Sir Thomas More of her cutis. Her hired hand dipped down under the waistband of her boxershorts briefly and then slid up her strong skin, under her shirt, over her breast and pinching her nipple. She pulled her shirt up a bit farther to show me the whole titty briefly before pulling her helping hand away and letting her shirt tumble. voice of the shirt hung up on her nipple but she, nor I, minded. Her free hand unbuttoned and unzipped her shortstop and slew trench under them. I don't think she's wearing any underwear. I couldn't assistant myself and began to rub my arduous cock beneath my own boxers. She smiled seductively and bit her lower lip. Whatever her fingers were doing she was really enjoying it. The Ipod mitt slid down and behind her and with both, and a little wriggle, her shorts dropped to the ground. She made an over-exaggerated embarrassed"O"with her rima oris and stepped out of them.

She turned and grabbed the kitchen chair and turned it so she could sit on it and face me. With her back to me she put one of those longsighted tanned legs on the chair and bent forward slightly so I could see her fingerbreadth working along her lips and all the way back to her arse then back to her brim where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her mouth. She turned her head one-half way so I could see her suction her own succus off of them. Still gyrating her hips to the euphony she ran her hand back down her chest and over her sweet brim again. As she sat down with her back to me, straddling the electric chair, she slipped to fingerbreadth inside herself. God what a view. 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 pussy. Her back arched in joy. I couldn't take it anymore and undid my own shorts and pulled my punishing cock free. I began to stroke my throbbing member.

Belinda turned her head again towards me. Her font was contorted with passion and lust…. she opened her eye and looked to gasp when she saw me. She stood and removed her finger and sting them in her mouth as she turned to face me. I could see her shining lip. She shaved herself clean.

She set the Ipod on the board and sat down facing me this time. Not taking her middle of my cock she opened her legs wide of the mark and slid her ass down exposing her beautiful pussy and asshole to me. Her justly handwriting spread her sassing and the same two finger on her left slid back inside of her. She used her right hand to work her clit. My tempo increased when she slid in the third finger. I didn't attention who could be watching besides her. All I wanted was to be in her. I stood and hastily dropped my short before sitting quickly back down. I resumed stroking and used me liberal hired hand to caress 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 adult female I have ever seen. Her hand was shining as her juice dripped out of her. Suddenly she stopped rubbing her button and slid her bridge player under her leg causing it to rise. She slid one finger from that hand into her shining pussy took it out and skid it 3rd knuckle deep in her ass. She came with a scream at the sense. Her whole body shook. I watched as her juices ran freely from her hand and puddled on the floor.

I didn't finally practically longer and launched Mexican valium after rope of cum onto her deck of cards, my shorts and all over my hand. trousering, I watch Belinda stand unsteadily and walk slowly to the sliding glass door. She unlocked it and tiredly used her weight to slip it out-of-doors. She wore a sexy evil grin and stepped out half naked onto the deck of cards with me. She walked up to me, put my ipod in my fairly handwriting and took the cum covered one with the other, leaned forward and kissed me deep. Our tongues danced briefly before she pulled away and turned her attention to my cum-covered hand. She licked a large clod of my cum off it and swallowed.

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

I sat there for a few more minutes deciding if I should try the sliding door to see if it was really locked or just go menage. I decided to put my drawers back on and headed for home knowing damn well that she was in her window right now watching me as I crossed the street. I can play this game. I didn't turn around to search .