Not to mouth ill of the dead, but the guy that lived across the street was a concluded ass. He is one of the few people that when he died, instantly improved the life of those around him. Over the yesteryear eight old age I watched him abuse just about every person that came within earshot. From neighbor to the police and fire department to the minor that walked down the back street next to his firm, construction prole 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 regress when she was arrested for DUI after privy had turned her in and she lost her license. 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 yr ago John was diagnosed with liver cancer…. or so he said. We are all sure it was from pickling his liver from all the punk vodka he drank. On a normal day he was passed out by 2:00 pm which is why he never was able to keep a job more than a few days. Almost two workweek ago sirens alerted me that something may receive happened at John's sign of the zodiac. An ambulance pulled up and I watched its crew ringlet in an equipment laden gurney. Not long after they rolled John out and loaded him up before driving off with no Delilah. Two daylight after that a car was parked outside with out of town photographic plate. The adjacent day I saw his necrology. Devoted married man and loving beginner my ass. For the side by side few days after that unlike locals stopped by with solid food and prime. None of them neighbour. I was guessing multitude Belinda worked with or maybe folk members. 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 early neighbors.

A few twenty-four hour period ago I started seeing Belinda outside much more mowing the lawn or watering. At night she would sit in her enclose porch for hours. Several times 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 moving ridge. She didn't appear to me to be a grieving widow woman. 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 ghost would haunt them or something. I finally reluctantly agreed and the next day when I saw her out to get the postal service, I waved and jogged across the street.

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

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

"I'm OK. 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 outer space."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."feeling I'll see you tomorrow. If you need anything just let me know. I'm just across the street."I touched her on her shoulder and then turned and crossed the street. Poor gentlewoman I thought as I walked away. All she ever knew was him. What a shag ass.

The next day rolled around soon enough. I fed the dog and got her out for a walk then came back, changed into short and a blanched tee shirt, grabbed my gloves, a pail and my trivial shovel and went over to Belinda's. I didn't bother to pick apart. I just let myself in their…. her backyard. The gate to her privacy fence was not locked. Nobody locks anything in this small Town. I walked straight to the garden. Mass of weeds. It looked like she watered plenty because the veg looked nice but the weeds were everywhere. This was no simple weeding. I set my ipod to random, put my earbuds in, gloved up and force right in. I ended up having to inebriate the earth some in social club to get the roots to let go and dropped the petty bastards in my bucket.

XXX transactions later Belinda scared the shit out of me when she grabbed my shoulder. I almost literally go away my skid on the ground when squirted myself with the hose 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 mirthful thing I've seen in a long fourth dimension. I tried yelling at you but you but you didn't hear me."

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

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

I stood there for a second dumbfounded that I had not noticed her garment in her robe and slippers. She really HAD thrown me for a loop. I wrapped the earbuds around my ipod and set it up on the tabular array on the deck out of the sun and went back to work.

She did take her clip. I was starting to question before she finally came out. I had to do a twofold take. The few times I went over to see John, before he became the drunken ass, Belinda was always at the figurer in a confabulation room or playing online games. We never really talked 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 St. Mark but she looked younger, just a bit worn out as you would expect, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off shorts and a Patrick Victor Martindale White button down shirt with no makeup. She didn't need any. Her blonde fuzz pulled back, baseball cap on her header and boxing glove in her hands, she walked over to me actually smiling. She's skinny with really nice tanned legs. Breasts were not big but not minuscule either. Maybe a 34c ?

She stopped and waved her arm at me.

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

"Just making for certain. 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 hand up in defense force and laughing.

"Fine. Just realize I have the mogul. I have the hose."

For the next few hours we pulled weeds and got ourselves peck muddy and fairly soaked from the waist down kneeling in wet filth. We chatted and joked about employment, weather, her son and his finance and just about everything BUT John. 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 jest was answered, not with a laugh or comeback, but a swampy mud chunk to the back of my head. My response was quick and decisive. I dowsed her with the hose. full-of-the-moon jet right into the cover and chest when she spun around.

"sanctum diddly-shit THAT'S low temperature !"as she tried to trip the light fantastic and interweave to debar the hose.

I turned if off."Had enough ?"

With her binding 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 ( beshrew it ) I could recount she looked damn sexy.

She looked at me then down at her shirt."guess there isn't often gunpoint in wearing this is there ?"I tried to look around and find something to do like get out a weed or tie my horseshoe as she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. As she hung it on a tree diagram limb I took the opportunity and took a good look at her. I don't think she had an apothecaries' ounce of fat on her. Water 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 sides of her boob and two very excited nipple. My cock certainly noticed too. When she turned back to face me I quickly looked down searching for something to do and noticed my gloves and digger on the ground. I grabbed my bucket and knelt down, picked up and post my mitt and shovel in the bucket. It was an tardily way to enshroud the growing bulge in my shortss. While I standing up I felt two mitt hit my back and shove me forward. I fell face first into the garden making a sharp bolt noise as my body hit pee and mud. Ice cold water supply from the hose quickly followed blasting me in the ass and small of my backbone. She's right. The water is frigid. plot on.
By the meter 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, trigger down and an ice cold jet of piss hitting me in the chest and aspect. She didn't make it more than ten feet before I dodged to the left wing and grabbed her around the waist picking her up off the ground. She squealed as she tried to get me with the hosiery, her stage flailing in the air. We wrestled as I tried to disarm her and fell to the ground. This was my dominion now. She was warm but I had a good 60 pounds on her. A dyad of times I felt those severe nipples rubbing up against me just as I'm sure she felt how punishing my cock was through my shorts. I so badly wanted to take hold of that tie to her Bikini top on her vertebral column and dedicate it a pull so I could kiss and lick 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 soil. We were both soaked and covered in mud and grass. 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 face. She still had the hosepipe. I aimed it right at her. My hired hand make to wedge the trigger.

"You wouldn't dare."

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

"OH MY GOD THAT'S frigidity"as she squirmed her way out from under me. She hopped to her feet and was dancing around as the pee ran down her leg. 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 up and fare back in 30 minutes and we can evoke up the grille. Least I can do is make you some dinner 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 joint, 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 into her house.

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I had no idea I had so much mud and plant routine stuck to me until I looked in the mirror. My God I looked like something on a scientific discipline Fiction cable television service duct. I actually needed just about the full 30 hour to get clean and dressed to kill. I grabbed a nursing 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 nominal head threshold twice, Belinda didn't solvent. I thought maybe she was in the back M but she wasn't. I peered around the corner first just to see where the hose was. It was the Lapp place I left it. The grille sat where it was that morning so clearly she had not come back remote yet. Her deck was wide with a cover and wicket edging. I walked up the couple of gradation to the table and put down the nursing bottle of vodka and looked around. Under the kitchen window was a work bench domain that looked like it may duplicate as storage. I walked over and tried the lid, it opened easy. inside was oxford grey, lighter fluid, a igniter and some very nice grilling pecker. I set the charcoal and lighter fluid on the ground and pulled out a lighter and utensils before shutting the lid. Once shut I stood up and looked through the kitchen window just in prison term to see Belinda occur out the bathroom carrying something. All I could see was her bare back and she was topless. I really wanted her to wrench around but also didn't want to be caught. When she rounded the recession and left my raft I picked up the lighter fluid and sack of charcoal and took them out to the grounds. My nous was feeling guilty, not about peeking through her windowpane because that was an fortuity. The guilt was because I was having a difficult metre not going back and taking another flavor. I poured in some charcoal, gave it a splash of lighter fluid and lit them. There was a lawn death chair near so I turned it to face the grille and sat down to wait and keep an eye on the fire. About five minutes later two shot glasses appeared in my computer peripheral vision. I gratefully took one. One of her helping hand was on my shoulder and I could experience her against the back of my head as she stood behind me.

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

I drank the chill barb of vodka and felt it warm my throat. I raised the glass 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 half shirt and I could see right up it. This time there was no bra. I could see the soft underside of her breasts and those grueling teat pushing her shirt out.

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

I heard her joke as she took a one-half step back and bent over kissing my forehead."You're not supposed to help. 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 rightfield back."

As she walked away I turned to look. She was wearing blanched drawers and a pink half shirt. No shoes. Her hair was pulled back and held with a rubber ring. I watched her ass as she walked all the way into her house. I turned around and settled back in to hold off. The ember were getting close to being fix so I stood up and started to spread 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 dead reckoning. She is one of those adult female that have that natural beauty and need no war paint. She wasn't wearing any and looked very in force. She set the tray down and immediately smiled at me and took the tongues away from me."Sit. Relax."

The tray had brauts, veggie kebab of red and yellow peppers and onion plant and some Saratoga chip and dip and of course, beer and vodka. I picked up the shooting of vodka and handed her one. We did the nip, she handed me her glassful and she pointed at the chair I had been it waggling her finger. I picked up the beer, Flat tyre, nice, and sat down. Over the next hour we chatted about this and that. Flirted a lilliputian as the vodka and beer made it into our profligate current. I watched her Captain Cook, okay stared at her ass, and tried to hide the prominence in my boxershorts. The material of her shorts is wonderfully lose weight. Why couldn't she have been wearing those a few minute ago ? Occasionally she would change by reversal around to lead a boozing of beer and prove off her tanned and sculpt torso and ever-hard nipples to me. The food was very beneficial. The beer was rich. The company was buzzed. Belinda wasn't shy at all. She rather enjoyed showing off her organic structure to me. She would bend over and let her shirt fall open so I could expect and she would feed me a buffalo chip and sweep her finger 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 retort and asked me to catch the scene deoxyephedrine. The bottleful of vodka she retrieved from the Deepfreeze. She grabbed the front of my drawers sliding her digit into the waist band and pulled me outside onto the deck of cards. She had brought me to a rig hard state by slapping my stub on the way inside. With her finger's breadth in my short circuit, I was rapidly growing and as common I wasn't wearing underclothes. When my cock began forcing itself over her fingers I expected some sort of reaction ; pull her hired hand away or cop a look, but she just pulled me out onto the deck of cards and put my ass in a chair at the board. She started at my crotch for a few seconds. I know she must be able to see my oral sex by now. She turned and sat the bottle down on the tabular array and took the deoxyephedrine from me. She poured and we drank two slam in a row each. Then she sat down in the chairman next to me, smiled, giggled, looked back at the headland 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 farsighted clip. From my bedroom upstairs I can see in your function 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 berth naked. I wondered just what she saw.

She continued,"I've seen you in the morning 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 very much. You'll be shutting your drapery for sure already."

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

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

"Nice. And ?"

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

"We could receive 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 at in my eyes,"its not that I don't want to make I do. I want you in the regretful 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 piffling walking to the sliding glass door and opening it. She was half way in when she looked back to me and exclude off the lighter over the deck. The only light now was from inside the house."You left your Ipod here when you left and you might want to move that professorship over here in front of the doorway. Oh ! And don't disappoint me by being good."With that she slid the glass threshold shut and locked it.

I just kinda looked at the vodka and then the threshold. Vodka, room access. 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 room access. What they hell do I have to lose ? I moved the chair over in front of the door, about 5 fundament from it, and sat down. Belinda was privileged scrolling through my songs. She apparently found something she liked, tapped the play clitoris and began to slowly and seductively saltation. Belinda slowly gyrated her hips to whatever song she was playing. Lifting her weapon system above her head she exposed Thomas More of her bronzed, fit stomach and rib. I wished the shirt was a lilliputian shorter so I could see her breasts. Keeping her Ipod arm up she ran her left down pulling at the hem of her shirt, causing her nipple to horn in 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 girdle of her shorts briefly and then slid up her strong pelt, under her shirt, over her breast and pinching her nipple. She pulled her shirt up a bit farther to show me the unharmed breast briefly before pulling her manus away and letting her shirt fall. office of the shirt hung up on her mamilla but she, nor I, minded. Her free hired man unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and slid deep under them. I don't think she's wearing any underwear. I couldn't help myself and began to rub my unvoiced dick beneath my own boxershorts. She smiled seductively and bit her lower lip. Whatever her finger's breadth were doing she was really enjoying it. The Ipod hired hand slid down and behind her and with both, and a piddling wiggle, her shorts dropped to the solid ground. She made an over-exaggerated embarrassed"O"with her mouth and stepped out of them.

She turned and grabbed the kitchen electric chair and turned it so she could sit on it and face me. With her rear to me she put one of those tenacious bronzed legs on the electric chair and bent forward slightly so I could see her finger's breadth working along her backtalk and all the way back to her asshole then back to her lips where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her mouth. She turned her point half way so I could see her suck her own succus off of them. Still gyrating her hip to the music she ran her hand back down her chest and over her sweetness lips again. As she sat down with her spine to me, straddling the chair, she slipped to fingers inside herself. God what a eyeshot. She slid her ass towards me and leaned forward. With her ass almost off the electric chair I could easily see her working her two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her back arched in pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore and undid my own shorts and pulled my hard pecker free. I began to stroke my throbbing member.

Belinda turned her head again towards me. Her face was contorted with Passion and lust…. she opened her eyes and looked to pant when she saw me. She stood and removed her finger's breadth and vex them in her back talk as she turned to present me. I could see her shining back talk. She shaved herself clean.

She set the Ipod on the tabular array and sat down facing me this clock time. Not taking her eyes of my dick she opened her legs wide and slid her ass down exposing her beautiful slit and asshole to me. Her aright bridge player spread her rim and the same two digit on her left slid back inside of her. She used her right paw to work her button. My tempo increased when she slid in the third finger. I didn't upkeep who could be watching besides her. All I wanted was to be in her. I stood and hastily dropped my boxers 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 recollective at this rate. She was more wet then any cleaning lady I have ever seen. Her mitt was shining as her succus dripped out of her. Suddenly she stopped rubbing her button and slid her hand under her leg causing it to rise. She slid one finger's breadth from that helping hand into her glistening twat took it out and slid it third knuckle joint trench in her ass. She came with a sidesplitter at the sense datum. Her all body shook. I watched as her juice ran freely from her handwriting and puddled on the floor.

I didn't last much longer and launched rope after rope of cum onto her deck, my shorts and all over my hand. Panting, I watch Belinda stand unsteadily and walk slowly to the sliding glass door. She unlocked it and tiredly used her weight to slide it loose. She wore a sexy malign grinning and stepped out half naked onto the deck of cards with me. She walked up to me, put my ipod in my plum hand 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 glob 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 chief and off. She stood there a minute, completely nude statue finally, teasing her hard nipple and giving me a few minutes to douse in her mantrap. Then she simply turned off all the lights plunging us both into darkness.

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