Walking back to the house, she begins thinking how glad she was for investing in that tall privacy fence surrounding her yard. She could just imagine Mrs. Adams looking out from behind her windows, and setting the neighborhood on fire with gossip.
Then, opening the sturdy back gate, she enters the yard on her now heavy legs. Those very same legs which earlier she thought were still dancer-like. Sluggishly, and deliberately, she winds her way around through the flowers and shrubs, until she finds the comfort of her back porch.
Plopping down on her favorite chair, she naughtily grins at that outfit she's in. Her breasts, now completely exposed from the denim they're supposed to be hiding behind, are gently being held in her soft hands. And as she pets those now swelling tips, she doesn't have a clue why she's behaving so brazenly, but her thumbs are stirring up a lost feeling she's suddenly having between her legs. She feels a shamelessness that was loosening those corporate shackles she found herself in. And unbuttoning the side buttons of the bibs, her fingers began walking their way across her smooth legs, down her soft thighs, to her swollen mound which now needed used. And with the thought of Kent's sweating chest, she plunges her fingers inside and teases her clit. She then recalls his confession about how he'd caught her peeping at him, and how she now knew he'd been intentionally walking around naked up in his room. He knew, and she knew, her cock-hungry eyes had been waiting for more than just a glance of his ass.
She needed fucked, and her filthy little weathergirl mind began imagining his heaving chest, and glistening cock, fucking her with this new, yet reoccurring, passion of hers. Then ... driving her fingers down deeper inside, she violently shakes, and bucks, on Kent's imagined, hard steely cock. She then lets out a muffled moan, and releases her cum all over her hand!
Relaxing a moment, she didn't know why she was so suddenly feeling like this, and she didn't care, because that orgasm had temporarily relieved her body, and mind, of the hurt they felt. And then, through her weakness, she summoned the strength to dream again. Closing her eyes ... she quickly drifts asleep, before she gets up and enters the house.
After cleaning his truck, Kent walks into the house to flee from the heat. Entering the spare bedroom, he stops, strips, and walks towards that invigorating water which will soon be cleaning him up. But then, that beeline is broken by the smell in the room. Looking down on the lavatory surround, her clothes are folded there, in an orderly pile. They were the culprits which had temporarily diverted his attention from his shower.
Slowly sitting down on the commode, a million thoughts begin rushing through his head. Perfume was his first thought. Her motherfucking perfume was already beginning to imprint on him ... or in him ... he didn't know which. He couldn't explain these things to himself, little lone to the whole world. How could her scent trigger all his emotions, and make him feel like some never-fucked teenager all over again? Grinning, he wondered if he was a sick fuck as he picked up her undies. And then ... inhaling her feminine oxygen ... that familiar Chanel N*5 ... began giving a new life to his cock.
Damn ... he thought ... as he whiffed at the fabric which covered her mound. He was now digging up some old feelings which he'd been keeping buried away. And then ... those scenes, and memories, began flashing through his mind's eye. But this time Shelby was her, and he pictured her heavy breasts falling out of those bibs. Then ... as he holds her scent tight to his nose, his other hand reaches down for cock. He now knew, through her own confirmation, their glances between bedrooms were more than just innocent glimpses conveying good night. He also knew how life's strange little events had, and could once again, alter him along his life's path. It was, at times, much tougher being a bachelor then any woman would ever know.
He then pictures those panties ripped half down her thighs, as he pins her feminine frame down on the sink. His weight holds her still, as his hard, aggressive dominant dick, lashes into her, raping her wanton, and begging cunt. And as he pushes down deeper she cries out for more. Then, those carnal growls, mixed with her scent, and the sight of those tits, extrudes out of him what he had been keeping buried away. And like something running wild through him, his cock swells, his nuts tighten, and a thick jet of cum shoots out of his dick. He shakes, and grunts, and then wipes that full load into those black panties of hers. Fuck it, he thinks, now there's no turning back. Getting up, he lays the panties down and heads into the shower.
Cracking the long-handled valves, he sets them to those designated places which he felt comfortable with. The cleansing water then began trying to purge him from that old mess which he'd struggled with. And his answer, up to that point in life, was just let it go ... his time and day had already passed him by. But now something had changed all of that, maybe it was something called hope. He knew Shelby, and he, had been living lies through their closed windows, and he was wanting to open them up.
Picking up that half-used bar of soap he begins imagining how different they are. Rubbing in circles, he pictures Shelby, at that same moment, applying a liquid substance to her much smoother skin. He wished they were somehow the same, but he knew they were not, and bracing himself away from the shower's wall, he watched the thick lather flow down his body and leave his world through that drain in the floor. He smiled, thinking about that ... life's drain. If only things were that easy. If we could just chuck out all our memories holding us back, and incredibly watch them disappear from life.
His thoughts then change to her, Natalie ... and how she had changed him. It seemed like it had forever been Natalie ... Natalie ... Natalie. He now wondered, at times, if she truly existed, or if he'd just made her up. Smiling ... if he had ... she'd wrote him plenty of checks, and he could still taste her dangerous lips.
He begins to recall when they'd first met. He had worked hard and built a rather successful small construction company. And then, on that May 21st morning, some fifteen years ago, Natalie Jane entered his life. Natalie, unlike Shelby, was older than him, and married to a wealthy... much older man. Things between them didn't just happen, they had slowly marinated in some long drawn out flirtation, until the day arrived they couldn't hold back. And that was one very hot Mississippi day!
From the beginning, he could sense her eyes preying on him as he went about his day working for her, and it didn't take long before she began showing up in loose-fitting robes and sexy sleepwear. And she'd always make it a point ... to show him those half-covered tits. She was always there during his morning break, and she'd question him about his life and what he liked to do. Unknowingly, those conversations led him into his first trip of her unknown.
Natalie learned he liked to go out for dinner, and drinks, at a local bar on his Friday nights. It was a very busy place, the food and spirits were good, and the best part of all ... it was usually filled with hot southern girls.
Anyhow ... one Friday night, as he sat at the small side bar, the bartender said the woman back in the booth had bought him a drink. And she'd also asked if he'd enjoy accompanying her. So ... as he strained to get a peek of this newfound admirer, he noticed a shapely leg and stylish hat, sitting with her back towards them. He then looked over at Mike, the bartender, and they grinned as he gave him a ... "you'd better hurry your ass back there" ... type of a wink.
Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Kent then remembers his first feelings when he learned how his mystery woman wasn't a stranger at all. It was Natalie, and she was looking better than fine. She knowingly grinned, and asked, "Are you going to sit, or are you going to make me spend my evening alone?"
And that was when he fell in love with a ghost who'd continued to haunt his life. After a two-year affair, just as fast as she'd come into his life, she disappeared ... without a trace ... never to be heard from. And that was how he'd wound up two states away, now neighbors with Shelby, and still running away from that ghost ... which he had yet to reconcile with.
