It's always tedious driving the big van around the older parts of town with its narrow streets and sharp corners, and today I'd been help up twice already and now the traffic had ground to a halt again. The sun was beating down relentlessly but I just had to sit there waiting for the traffic to start moving again.
Sometimes I get a nice surprise though, and today I had a parcel for Louise, and that took my mind off the stifling heat inside the van. I remember the first time I delivered to her, and thinking what a nice body this attractive woman, in her late 30s or possibly early 40s, has got; all the more surprising considering the young child clinging to her is probably her own.
Eventually I arrived outside Louise's house. I grabbed her parcel, hopped out of the van and made my way to her front door. No answer. Try again. Still no answer. I was just about to try one of her neighbours when I noticed the side gate was open, so maybe she was in her back garden. I walked along the side of her house and soon spotted her down the far end of the garden, just in front of a shed with curtained windows.
I stopped dead in my tracks; she was facing away from me, hanging some washing. It wasn't so much what she was doing as how she was doing it. I'd only seen her in jeans before, but today she was wearing an incredibly short skirt. She bent down, legs straight, to reach inside her laundry basket. As she leaned forward her skirt rode up, far enough to give me an excellent view of her white panties stretched tightly over her crotch. Her skirt was so short the hem rose almost to her waist when she bent down. She pegged the item on her airer, then turned to look over her shoulder. My heart skipped a beat and I instinctively stepped back; did she see me staring at her? She turned away and bent right over again. As she straigtened up she turned towards me again briefly. That's when I noticed she had a fabulously pert pair of breasts.
I was mesmerised. Watching Louise had made me forget about the heat and given me a very firm erection. The basket was now empty; she's bound to walk towards the house, and me. I slipped back out of sight behind a tree and waited. Nothing. I gingerly peered around the tree and looked down the garden. She was still there, removing some dry towels and sheets from the airer and folding them. As she bent down to put them into her basket, she spread her legs wider apart, giving me an even better view; I could now clearly see the outline of her pussy lips as they strained against the thin fabric of her panties. All I could think of was slipping my cock inside her moist pussy.
She'd definitely finished now, so I slipped back out of sight. I'd wait a couple of minutes then go round to her front door to make the delivery. I couldn't resist peeking around the tree again, and what I saw made my heart skip another beat. She was walking towards the shed. It made me think of Lady Chatterly's Lover. As she was opening the door, she glanced towards the house; she must have seen me for she looked directly at me and raised her eyebrows.
