Not to speak ill of the dead, but the guy that lived across the street was a complete ass. He is one of the few people that when he died, instantly improved the lifetime of those around him. Over the by eight class I watched him ill-treat just about every person that came within earshot. From neighbor to the police and fire section to the kids that walked down the alley next to his house, 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 hark back when she was arrested for DUI after St. John the Apostle 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 more than a passing word in.

Several days ago John was diagnosed with liver cancer…. or so he said. We are all trusted it was from pickling his liver from all the cheap vodka he drank. On a normal day he was passed out by 2:00 pm which is why he never was capable to go on a job more than a few Clarence Day. Almost two calendar week ago sirens alerted me that something may have happened at John's house. An ambulance pulled up and I watched its bunch roll in an equipment lade gurney. Not long after they rolled John out and loaded him up before driving off with no Delilah. Two days after that a car was parked outside with out of townspeople plates. The next day I saw his obituary. Devoted husband and loving father my ass. For the succeeding few daytime after that different topical anesthetic stopped by with nutrient and bloom. None of them neighbors. I was guessing people Belinda worked with or maybe family phallus. I didn't go over. What was I going to do ? Pay my respectfulness 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 24-hour interval ago I started seeing Belinda outside much more mowing the lawn or watering. At nighttime she would sit in her introduce porch for hours. Several times she I saw her walking to the community postbox 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 grief-stricken widow. She seemed rather happy actually. However I was the only one that thought that apparently as neighbor started asking if I had been over yet. They had headache 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 toilet's ghost would frequent them or something. I finally reluctantly agreed and the succeeding 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."Hello Michael,"not making eye contact.

"Hey Belinda, beautiful day."She just grinned nervously and shifted her free weight from one leg to the next so I got right to it….. no good sense in dragging it out if she's not well-situated."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 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 physical contact. She seemed unsure and somewhat nervous.

"Belinda its amercement. 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 joint 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 walk then came back, changed into shorts and a Patrick Victor Martindale White tee shirt, grabbed my gloves, a bucket and my little shovel and went over to Belinda's. I didn't bother to pick apart. I just let myself in their…. her backyard. The logic gate to her privacy fencing was not locked. Nobody locks anything in this small Ithiel Town. I walked straight to the garden. raft of weeds. It looked like she watered plenty because the veg looked nice but the weeds were everywhere. This was no mere weeding. I set my ipod to random, put my earbuds in, gloved up and tug right in. I ended up having to soak the priming some in parliamentary procedure to get the roots to let go and dropped the lilliputian shit in my bucket.

XXX bit later Belinda scared the crap out of me when she grabbed my shoulder. I almost literally left my shoes on the priming when squirted myself with the hosepipe and jumped. Panting and laughing at myself I pulled my earbuds out and was met with the hysterical laughter of Belinda.

"I'm sorry"she managed to get out."That's the funniest thing I've seen in a hanker clip. 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 breathing time and dripping.

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

I stood there for a second dumbfounded that I had not noticed her robed 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 mesa on the deck out of the sun and went back to employment.

She did take her time. I was starting to wonder before she finally came out. I had to do a double take. The few time I went over to see St. John the Apostle, before he became the sottish ass, Belinda was always at the data processor in a chat room or playing online game. We never really sing and I had never seen her closer than from across the street, excluding a few day ago, until now. We were both approaching the sorcerous 4-0 sign but she looked younger, just a bit worn out as you would carry, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off shorts and a Patrick White release down shirt with no makeup. She didn't need any. Her light-haired hair pulled back, baseball cap on her school principal and gloves in her script, she walked over to me actually smiling. She's skinny with really nice tanned stage. titty were not big but not small 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 kill you before the pot are pulled"she joked.

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

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

"Fine. Just realize I have the big businessman. 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 grease. We chatted and joked about work, weather, her son and his finance and just about everything BUT Saint John the Apostle. I learned more from her in these two hr then I did in eight years. We were both starting to get really hot and sweaty with the noon sun pounding down on us when one of my jokes was answered, not with a laugh or return, but a sloppy mud ball to the back of my head. My response was immediate and critical. I dowsed her with the hose. Full jet right into the spinal column and chest of drawers when she spun around.

"HOLY SHIT THAT'S frigidness !"as she tried to dance and wander to stave off 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 semitransparent. Even though she was wearing a two-piece top ( damn it ) I could severalize she looked damn sexy.

She looked at me then down at her shirt."guess there isn't much point in wearing this is there ?"I tried to seem around and witness something to do like overstretch a weed or tie my shoe as she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. As she hung it on a tree branch I took the chance and took a good look at her. I don't think she had an ounce of fat on her. pee droplets shimmered on her bare pelt. The bikini top didn't leave a lot to the mental imagery, being a bit diminished I could see the sides of her bosom and two very energise mamilla. My cock certainly noticed too. When she turned back to present me I quickly looked down searching for something to do and discover my baseball mitt and shovel on the ground. I grabbed my bucketful and knelt down, picked up and placed my boxing glove and shovel in the bucket. It was an easy way to hide out the growing bulge in my trunks. While I standing up I felt two hands hit my rear and shove me forward. I fell face first into the garden making a acutely bolt noise as my dead body hit water system and mud. Ice inhuman water from the hosiery quickly followed blasting me in the ass and small of my back. She's right. The water is frosty. game on.
By the time I was getting to my understructure she had already backed off quite a bit so I had some reason to shroud 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 water hitting me in the chest and font. She didn't make it more than ten foundation before I dodged to the left field and grabbed her around the waist picking her up off the ground. She squealed as she tried to get me with the hose, her legs flailing in the air. We wrestled as I tried to disarm her and fell to the ground. This was my territorial dominion now. She was quick but I had a good 60 pounds on her. A twain of time I felt those punishing tit rubbing up against me just as I'm sure as shooting she felt how backbreaking my stopcock was through my drawers. I so badly wanted to grab that tie to her bikini top on her back and feed it a twist so I could snog and work those nipples but I didn't. The poor lady just lost her hubby. Eventually I got her on her back and sat on her pinning her articulatio humeri to the ground. We were both soaked and covered in mud and smoke. As soon as I felt her struggle I eased up I asked her if she gave up. She gave me the sweetest, aphrodisiac smile right as the water blasted me in the face of the cheek. She still had the hosepipe. 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 nozzle under the band of her shorts and flooded her with the icy goodness of revenge.

"OH MY GOD THAT'S coldness"as she squirmed her way out from under me. She hopped to her pes and was dancing around as the body of water ran down her branch. 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 come up back in 30 minutes and we can sack up the grill. Least I can do is cook 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, one-half shoved me."Go. 30 minutes."

I stood there for a minute and watched her walking up her steps and through the crank siding doorway on her deck into her house.

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I had no musical theme I had so a great deal mud and plant scrap stuck to me until I looked in the mirror. My God I looked like something on a science Fiction cable's length duct. I actually needed just about the total 30 minutes to get clean and set. I grabbed a nursing bottle of vodka from the Deepfreeze and crossed the street for dinner. If I'm going over, I'm going over armed.

Despite knocking on the front doorway twice, Belinda didn't answer. I thought maybe she was in the back yard but she wasn't. I peered around the niche first just to see where the hose was. It was the same place I left it. The grillwork sat where it was that dawning so clearly she had not come back away yet. Her deck was extensive with a book binding and lattice edging. I walked up the couple of footprint to the board and put down the nursing bottle of vodka and looked around. Under the kitchen window was a bench area that looked like it may double up as storage. I walked over and tried the lid, it opened well-situated. interior was charcoal, clear fluid, a flatboat and some very nice grilling shaft. I set the fusain and lighter fluid on the ground and pulled out a light and utensils before shutting the lid. Once shut I stood up and looked through the kitchen window just in metre 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 street corner and left my sight I picked up the hoy fluid and sack of charcoal and took them out to the yard. My learning ability was feeling guilty, 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 smell. I poured in some wood coal, gave it a splash of lighter fluid and lit them. There was a lawn chair near so I turned it to front the grill and sat down to await and go along an eye on the firing. About five minutes later two film glasses appeared in my computer peripheral vision. I gratefully took one. One of her hands was on my articulatio humeri and I could feel her against the back of my chief as she stood behind me.

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

I drank the chilled jibe of vodka and felt it warm up my pharynx. I raised the field glass up a bit so she could convey 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 metre there was no bra. I could see the soft underside of her chest and those intemperate nipples pushing her shirt out.

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

I heard her joke as she took a half step back and bent over kissing my os frontale."You're not supposed to help. You worked enough today. Just sit back, picket and keep me company."

"I can do that."

"Another gibe ?"

"Yes please."

"Beer."

"Yes please."

"I'll be right back."

As she walked away I turned to look. She was wearing white shortstop and a tap half shirt. No shoes. Her fuzz was pulled back and held with a rubber set. I watched her ass as she walked all the way into her house. I turned around and settled back in to await. The ember were getting close to being set so I stood up and started to spread them out with the tongues.

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

Busted I turned around. Belinda was heading for me with a tray of food, beer and vodka nip. She is one of those woman that have that natural beauty and need no physical composition. 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 kabobs of red and yellow peppers and onion plant and some chips and dip and of line, beer and vodka. I picked up the dead reckoning of vodka and handed her one. We did the shooting, she handed me her glass and she pointed at the death chair I had been it waggling her finger. I picked up the beer, Flat Tire, nice, and sat down. Over the succeeding hour we chatted about this and that. Flirted a short as the vodka and beer made it into our blood watercourse. I watched her cook, okay stared at her ass, and tried to hide the bulge in my shorts. The framework of her short circuit is wonderfully thin. Why couldn't she have been wearing those a few hours ago ? Occasionally she would wrick around to withdraw a drink of beer and register off her tanned and sculpted body and ever-hard nipples to me. The nutrient was very good. The beer was plentiful. The troupe was buzzed. Belinda wasn't shy at all. She rather enjoyed showing off her trunk to me. She would bend over and let her shirt fall open so I could look and she would feed me a potato chip and brush her fingerbreadth 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 parry and asked me to grab the shot glasses. The bottleful of vodka she retrieved from the freezer. She grabbed the presence of my boxershorts sliding her fingers into the waistline band and pulled me outside onto the deck. She had brought me to a semi toilsome state by slapping my butt on the way inside. With her fingerbreadth in my shorts, I was rapidly growing and as common I wasn't wearing underclothing. When my stopcock began forcing itself over her digit I expected some sort of reaction ; pull her hired hand away or cop a tone, but she just pulled me out onto the deck and put my ass in a electric chair at the mesa. She started at my genitalia for a few arcsecond. 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 drinking glass from me. She poured and we drank two shots 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 drawers, and sighed."I have a confession to make water but you can't ever tell anyone and you can't agree it against me. Promise."

"Promise."

"I've been watching you for a foresightful meter. From my bedroom upstairs I can see in your place and your kitchen in the morning."

I just smiled and looked at her. I live alone and don't wear a lot 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 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 a lot. You'll be shutting your pall for indisputable already."

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

She poured and slammed another gibe, breathed out and while looking at the feeding 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 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 make 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 threshold and opening it. She was half way in when she looked back to me and shut off the light over the deck. The entirely light now was from inside the household."You left your Ipod here when you left and you might want to move that chairwoman over here in battlefront of the door. 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 door. Vodka, doorway. 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 chairman over in front of the door. What they hell do I have to lose ? I moved the chairman over in nominal head of the door, about 5 foot from it, and sat down. Belinda was inside scrolling through my vocal. She apparently found something she liked, tapped the play 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 she exposed more of her tanned, fit tum and costa. I wished the shirt was a little 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 poke through the pink fabric then let go causing the shirt to bound back up and expose even to a greater extent of her skin. Her hand dipped down under the cincture of her shortstop briefly and then slid up her warmly tegument, under her shirt, over her boob and pinching her nipple. She pulled her shirt up a bit farther to testify me the whole breast briefly before pulling her deal away and letting her shirt fall. Part of the shirt hung up on her teat but she, nor I, minded. Her give up hand unbuttoned and unzipped her drawers and skid deep under them. I don't think she's wearing any underwear. 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 finger were doing she was really enjoying it. The Ipod script slid down and behind her and with both, and a minuscule wiggle, her shorts dropped to the ground. She made an over-exaggerated embarrass"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 confront me. With her back to me she put one of those long suntanned pegleg on the chair and dead set forward slightly so I could see her fingerbreadth working along her lips and all the way back to her SOB then back to her lips where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her oral fissure. She turned her head half way so I could see her suction her own succus off of them. Still gyrating her pelvic arch to the euphony she ran her hand back down her pectus and over her perfumed lips again. As she sat down with her back to me, straddling the professorship, she slipped to fingers inside herself. God what a view. She slid her ass towards me and leaned forward. With her ass almost off the president I could easily see her working her two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her back arched in delight. I couldn't take it anymore and unwrap my own short and pulled my severe cock free. I began to stroke my throbbing member.

Belinda turned her head again towards me. Her human face was contorted with passion and lust…. she opened her center and looked to heave when she saw me. She stood and removed her digit and stuck them in her oral fissure as she turned to face up me. I could see her shining mouth. She shaved herself clean.

She set the Ipod on the table and sat down facing me this time. Not taking her eyes of my stopcock she opened her branch encompassing and slid her ass down exposing her beautiful pussy and arsehole to me. Her right hired hand spread her backtalk and the Saami two finger's breadth on her left slid back inside of her. She used her decent hired man to work her clit. My tempo increased when she slid in the one-third finger. I didn't caution who could be watching besides her. All I wanted was to be in her. I stood and hastily dropped my shorts before sitting quickly back down. I resumed stroking and used me free hand to caress my egg. Belinda liked what she saw and fingered herself quicker. Neither of us would finale much longer at this pace. She was more wet then any woman I have ever seen. Her hand was shining as her succus dripped out of her. Suddenly she stopped rubbing her clit and slid her hand under her leg causing it to rise. She slid one fingerbreadth from that hand into her glistening pussy took it out and slid it tertiary knuckle deep in her ass. She came with a scream at the adept. Her whole body shook. I watched as her juice ran freely from her hand and puddled on the floor.

I didn't lowest much longer and launched rope after roofy of cum onto her pack of cards, my shorts and all over my mitt. heaving, I watch Belinda stand unsteadily and walk slowly to the sliding looking glass door. She unlocked it and tiredly used her system of weights to slide it assailable. She wore a sexy wickedness smiling and stepped out half naked onto the deck with me. She walked up to me, put my ipod in my clean bridge player and took the cum covered one with the former, tip forward and kissed me deeply. Our clapper danced briefly before she pulled away and turned her attention to my cum-covered hand. She licked a big 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 drumhead and off. She stood there a arcminute, completely nude person finally, teasing her hard mamilla and giving me a few minutes to soak in her mantrap. Then she simply turned off all the light 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 home. I decided to put my shorts back on and headed for base 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 look .