From her living room window, Polly spied the Baron. He wasn't called 'the Baron', but his first name was Baron and he lived across the street from her. Every morning she watched him leave his house to go to work (what did he do, exactly?) and every morning she let out a sigh of frustration.
My God, he is so sexy, she breathed, gazing out at him at him as he climbed into his car. He was dressed in a black t-shirt with light blue jeans and big, chunky brown boots. With his shaved head, goatee and black tattoos spread along both arms, Polly imagined them scooping her up and carrying her into bed, where he would ravage her until she came screaming his name.
Baron ...
Kneeling on the couch, she peered out at him, wondering if he could see her, and what would he say if he could? She was dressed in a tight green t-shirt that held her two glorious orbs within, as well as a frilly red thong. On her feet she wore a pair of wooden clogs. How would the Baron react to know that she lived to spy on him every morning, and that her pussy tingled with wonting pleasure at the mere sight of him?
They only knew each other to wave and smile and say hello, he having introduced himself the day she moved in. She had recently moved into the area and didn't know a lot of people so far. In time that would change, but for now she was content to lust after the devilishly handsome fellow from behind a curtained window.
Polly worked at home and so, unlike others, didn't have to rush to off and join the traffic of thousands battling their way to offices or factories. Once her laptop and coffee-maker were in working order, she was all set. But she did like her morning thrill, and so, sipping now lukewarm coffee stared out the curtained window at her Baron.
From where she knelt, with her free hand she reached between her legs and, through the fabric of her thong touched her sensitive slit. It felt warm and moist, and she closed her eyes dreamily at the thought of the Baron's tongue probing her there.
Behind her, Kitty meowed. Kitty wanted its morning milk. Polly turned round to face her fluffy white cat, moving from the couch onto a cushioned foot-rest. From there, she knelt down, pursing her lips as she gently rubbed Kitty's soft head. The cat purred in contentment, knowing its milk wouldn't be long in coming.
"You like that, don't you Kitty?" Polly said, her fingers swirling the soft hair on her cat's head.
And then, there was a tap on her window!
Polly spun round to see, of all people, the Baron peering in at her! He had his hands pressed to the window as he looked in through the curtain, my God, he must have seen her bent over petting the cat – her ass was in full view!
He pointed to her front door, indicating he wanted to talk with her. What could he want?
Polly felt flustered. She was sure her face reddened with embarrassment. Jeez, her ass raised high in the air, leaving nothing to the imagination, and the Baron spying on her! She looked round for her nightgown, anything. She certainly wasn't going to greet him as is. And her full-length, see-through negligee – as much as she used to fantasize about answering the door wearing nothing but that, not today, mister!
She found her very un-sexy nightgown thrown over the back of one of the kitchen table chairs and, slipping it on tied the belt tightly around her before making her way to the door.
Adjusting her hair, she straightened herself out, opening her nightgown to reveal just a smidgen of cleavage. Don't want to scare him off, she thought.
Polly saw the silhouette of the Baron through the glass of the front door. Her heart thumping in her chest, she let out a sigh before opening the door.
Up close, he was just as gorgeous. He had hazel eyes, a well-kept goatee, and full, kissable lips. She noticed that he had shaved this morning, and that he smelled really, really nice. Was it aftershave or deodorant?
"Hullo, Polly," he said, smiling.
"Hi!" she said, returning the smile. "Um, what can I do for you?"
"I was just passing and I noticed that there's a dead cat in your front garden," he said.
Not what she was expecting! "A dead cat?" she exclaimed. "Where?"
The Baron led her out onto Polly's front lawn. Behind one of the knee-height bushes was, indeed, a dead cat. Its head was mangled. She didn't recognize the poor animal; thankfully it wasn't one of the neighbor's cats.
"I can only imagine someone ran over it last night," he said, "and that it managed to crawl in here to die."
"Oh no," she sighed. "That's terrible."
"I'll dispose of it for you, if you'd like?" Baron offered.
"Would you?" Polly said. "I don't think I could ... y'know ..."
"Sure," he said, backing away, making his way towards his house. Polly saw him disappear inside. Meantime, she tried not to look the ghastly dead creature in its squashed eye.
Baron reappeared, a shovel, gloves and black garbage bag in tow. Polly stepped away as the Baron slipped on the gloves before carefully lifting the carcass with the shovel, sliding the dead animal into the plastic sack. He then tied a knot with the two edges, the lump in the bag swinging morbidly.
"Thank you," Polly said. "That's one chore this morning I wouldn't have fancied doing."
"No worries," he said. "I'll bring it to my back yard and bury it there."
"Sure, um," she began, aware that she was speaking before her brain had time to stop her, "would you fancy a coffee? That's if you're not in a hurry?"
Baron smiled, surprised. "Sure, that'd be great. I'll wash up at home and be over in a couple of minutes."
"I'll leave the door open – just knock and come in," Polly said.
"Ok," Baron said. "See you then."
* * *
Back inside her home, Polly raced around picking up items off the floor that had no business being there. Looking in the mirror, she adjusted her hair, and became aware that she looked liked Mrs. Frump in her frumpy nightgown. She dashed into her bedroom and, throwing the nightgown onto her bed pulled on a short black skirt. Sexy, but not slutty. In her green t-shirt, short skirt and brown wooden clogs she thought she'd catch his eye, if anything.
There was a knock on the front door, the Baron's voice calling out to her.
"C'mon in!" she called, reaching for her bottle of perfume and spraying her throat and cleavage before making her way out of her bedroom. She spied him closing the door, and saw a look of incredulity in his eyes as he gazed upon her.
"Hullo again," he said, grinning, "you look ... different!"
"Well, I thought it was time I got dressed," she said, blushing.
"Well, you look great," he commented.
"Thanks," she replied. Then; "Coffee?"
"Yeah, great, thanks," the Baron said, making his way towards the couch He settled down and crossed his legs.
