Each summer, our neighborhood has a party. There is usually one block of a street blocked off where the group places picnic tables and some of the neighborhood people organize games for the kids.
I like walking around and checking out the guys and sometimes do a little teasing. My husband, Gene is not happy about this but I'm not so obvious about it that he sees what I'm doing.
As darkness fell, "Can Candace spend the night?" our seven year old daughter, Amber ran to me, begging.
"If it's okay with her mom and dad," I conditioned my answer.
"It's all right with us," Her father, Stan smiled.
"I'll need to go get some things for her," Her mother Sheryl, added, getting up from the picnic table and walking away.
Stan is a hunk! He's a little younger that Gene or me and quite handsome. His wife is no slouch and her talking to my husband enabled me precious moments gazing at him.
Gene and I took the girls to our house and tried to get them settled in. They were quite playful and I was horny. "I wish they'd go to sleep soon," I rubbed up against Gene, "I'm really in need!"
A little after ten, Candace announced, "I lost my doll," there was a doll she'd had earlier and she and Amber thought they might have left it at the school playground, at the end of our street.
I volunteered to go out and look for it.
I noticed just a few die hard party people left as I walked towards the playground. I didn't see Stan or Sheryl.
Clouds had moved in and in the distance, I saw lightening flashing. I arrived at the school yard and heard voices in the shadows as I neared the playground.
I stopped and tried to identify the voices and exactly where they were coming from. I slowly moved closer and could see and hear a man and a woman, talking like lovers of course, what else at this time of night? They hadn't seen me so I just stayed still and quiet, thinking I may get a show, being a voyeur as well as a exhibitionist, I never turned down an opportunity to see a little action.
They were at the playground equipment locked in an embrace. I held my breath and slipped in behind part of a four sided slide that had an elevated room in the middle. They moved towards me and I recognized Stan and Sheryl groping each other. I thought for sure they would see me as they reached the side with the arched monkey bars of it.