Sweat rolled over his back. Hard earned trickles of moisture, ploughing between muscle shrouded shoulder blades, tracing lines of clean flesh through the dust that had settled on his bronze skin. His muscles knotted every time he straightened causing an involuntary grunt when he bent again at the waist, reaching for another weed. The noises of his labour were barely audible through the second floor bedroom window where she stood watching him. The muffle of the glass made them sound sexual and aroused a longing in her that could only be satisfied in one way.
The bright morning sun stung her eyes as she watched him, and the heat from the window over powered the air conditioning. The longer she watched the hotter she became both from the sun and from her own sexual heat. Perspiration blossomed on her skin; her slender neck becoming a shining slick of moisture. A single drop started to roll down over her breast causing her to shiver. She instinctively raised a hand to her chest halting the drops progress, but the shiver would not be stopped. The tingles radiated out from her chest, spider fingers running across her back and up her neck to the base of her skull. Her head fell back at the sensation sending the prickling joy back down her spine. The cold fire encircled her waist as she clutched her arms under her breasts. Ripples of pleasure ran over her stomach, her hips gave an involuntary wiggle as the tingling chill finally alighted on her clit, as she knew it would.
The shiver moan that escaped her lips was louder than she expected. Shock and fear took over, her head snapped up and her eyes locked on his. He was standing straight looking up at her, a knowing smirk on his face. She could feel his eyes soaking in her every detail. The champagne pink silk negligee that covered her feminine form left little to the imagination, which was of course the purpose of the garment. She knew he could clearly make out the curve of her breast through the material and watched him scan down her curvaceous figure to the flare of her hips. Her face and chest bloomed red under his gaze and she jerked the curtains closed giving him one last scowl before blocking him and the sun from her bedroom.
When she put on the negligee last night she did it to feel special and sexy. Her husband was away she wanted to feel something, anything. She gave a huff in frustration and embarrassment. Looking down she could see how hard and dark her nipples were through the material.
"My God Mary, you might as well have been naked!" she said to herself, "What would Jean think if he knew." She stomped off toward the shower tossing aside the sleepwear as she walked.
In her mid-thirties, Mary felt just as sexy now as when she started dating a handsome young corporate lawyer. Was that really over 10 years ago? Jean was so fresh faced and eager then, always bragging about his job with a multinational corporation, but the work meant he travelled extensively, leaving her home on their estate alone for most of the year. He made it back for holidays and important events, a month in the summer usually and a few months in the winter, working late at the office even when he was in town. His hard work had paid off financially, they were very comfortable and he was certain he could retire in another 10 or 15 years.
That was little consolation for Mary at the moment. It all seemed so glamourous back at the start. She would even travel with him when the company would allow, but he didn't have the time to spend with her even then. The endless hotels became even lonelier than staying at home, where at least she had girlfriends who could help her pass the time. They had never had kids, he was against it more than she was, not wanting to be an absentee father. So she agreed. It meant she had more free time, but to do what exactly? She had never worked, there was no need for the money and she never had the desire. She volunteered for fashionable causes when they presented themselves, but even that had stopped in recent years. So she spent most days at the estate; her personal trainer, yoga instructors and aestheticians coming regularly to tend to her body, as well as landscapers, and pool boys coming to tend to grounds.
The exercise and yoga had paid off, her body was a sculpted form of feminine ideal and she had the flexibility of a gymnast. As she stepped into the shower her movements were pure grace. The shower was her favourite part of her morning ritual. She sighed as the water poured through her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair; the embarrassment she felt earlier flowed away with the water. She closed her eyes letting the shower relax her even more, passing her hands over her body to rub away the sweat caused by the window and the landscaper, whatever his name was.
He was quite the sight. She smiled thinking of his toned back and broad shoulders as she picked up the body wash. The lather that erupted on the poof was soon tracing bubble paths up her firm smooth legs, across her flat stomach and up over her pert C cup breasts. Her nipples were still hard from the scene at the window and scrubbing them gave Mary a delightful pulse of pleasure. She could still see that arrogant smirk on his face when she moaned, that knowing smile as she confirmed his sex appeal. If she stared longer Mary was certain she would have been able to watch his ego grow alongside the bulge in his pants.
Her lather slick hands moved down between her legs, initially to clean, but lingered at the pleasure found there. Her eyes closed imagining a different end to the scene at the window. In her mind she beacons the landscaper into the house and waits near the bed, listening to his work boots climb the hard wood stairs. In the shower she can imagine every foot fall and rubs harder at her clit in time with his step. The door in her mind opens and he strides in, all swagger and bravado. He reeks of masculinity and power. "So miss," he smirks "did you have something else that needs tending?" She glances down and strolls casually over to him with a shy smile on her face. She bites her lower lip and runs her left index finger slowly up his sweaty athletic chest, following it with her eyes. When their eyes meet hers grow cold and her right hand comes up hard to slap him full across the face.
The shock sends him staggering back. Mary's face softens. "Oooh, did that sting? Let me kiss it better for you." She cradles his chin with her right hand, still tingling from the blow, and gives him light peck on his reddening cheek. Moving back she then slaps his other cheek with her left hand. The second unexpected blow drops him to his knee. This was not what he had pictured happening. He can barely breathe. "Maybe you are sexy, and maybe lonely women fall on their backs eagerly for you, but maybe what you really need is a woman who can teach you some respect."
The shower water pours over Mary as she bites her lip and rubs furiously at her clit while, in her mind, she pulls the landscaper upright by his hair. She leans into him and whispers in his ear "Maybe some discipline will help you learn." He gasps though an expression reflecting the pain he was in and his fear of what was to come. She pushed him on his stomach on the bed, perfectly aimed so his hips caught the edge leaving his ass perfectly exposed.
"Drop 'em!" Mary commanded.
"Please miss, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry miss, please don't miss." His pleading was a continuous stream as he loosened his pants and slid them down over his firm ass. The bright white cheeks standing in stark contrast with his copper toned lower back. Mary knew they wouldn't be white for long.
She took one step towards him and placed her cool hand on his warm flesh. He jumped and whimpered in response. "Come now" She cooed "A big strong thing like you isn't scared of little old me?"
"Just nervous miss." He stammered. "I'm not sure what you plan to do."
"Hmph" Mary grunted indignantly lifting her hand off his left cheek. "If you knew that, then you certainly would be afraid." She brought her hand down hard producing an ear splitting SLAP creating a perfectly formed red hand print on his cheek.
The landscaper howled in pain "Gaaahhh!! Holy fucking hell!" She brought her other hand down on his right cheek repeating the sound of one hand clapping. A second red hand print formed on his firm ass, a mirror image to the first. "Fuck! That hurt! God damn it I was only looking for a little fun!!" His voice cracked with the pain radiating from his ass.
"This is fun!" Mary said smiling "Those hand prints almost look too good to cover up but... I don't think you have learned your lesson yet." She started a series of continuous blows: left, right, back hand, palm; alternating cheeks each time. He grunted and cried out with each impact, his ass glowing redder and redder. The lashes fell harder and faster, until the pace of the spanking in her mind matched the pace of her hand at clit. Pleasure rose from her abused nub, blood flooded her face as her ecstasy exploded from the top of her head. Panting and light headed she steadied herself against the shower wall. Images of his tear streaked face filled her mind, his pleas for her to stop still imagined from every sound bouncing off the wall.
Mary rinsed the remaining lather from her body and shut down the shower. Blood still pounded in her ears as she reached for a towel. She dried herself with a smile trying to decide how to spend the day. She was feeling so relaxed she decided that today was a do nothing kind of day. Her volunteer activities could wait for another day. Yes, a day by the pool, sun bathing and maybe some real fun with that landscaper. She towelled off and ruffled the drips from her hair. Putting it up in a loose pony tail, she hunted for some appropriate sunbathing attire.
