She leaned against the window frame peeking through the edges of the bamboo shade. Smiling, She closed her eyes as a rush of warmth and wetness suddenly pulsated down Her vagina. He always did that to Her. It was just the mere sight of Him. Especially in those well-worn jeans and white tank, He caused an overflow of emotions and irreconcilable lusts. Opening Her eyes again, She caught the sight of the curly hair on His muscled arms and blackened hands reaching for another handful of mulch to cover the newly planted perennials. Her blue-gray eyes went sultry and She waged war with yet another spasm of want. He was wet with sweat in the hot summer heat and thick humidity. She loved the smell of His musk, and put that with the smell of freshly cut grass and no amount of sweat could deter Her. She gave out a ragged sigh, nearly cumming in Her daydream. Then She caught sight of the clock. She had no idea how long She'd been gazing at Him, but She did know there was too much to be done to stand lost in dreams like a teenager.
Trying to shake off the crescendo of sensations, She reached for Her slit and slid her small fingers through Her slippery, wet lips and over Her fully engorged clit. "Patience and endurance," She said aloud to Her Pussy, as if giving it a lick and a promise. ("A lick would have been lovely!" Her Pussy seemed to answer of its own accord.) Licking her musky fingers and shaking Her curls, She bent to the tasks at hand. The floors had to be swept and mopped, dinner had to be made, the horses needed some straw, and the stupid, but lovable, dog really needed a bath. All of this in the intense sweltering heat due to the season and, of course, today's heat-pump meltdown. That would be fixed on the morrow hopefully, but it was nearly unbearable now. And, if She was able to finish all that, She still had to unpack all the bags from the shower. Perhaps, just perhaps, He'd notice Her in the way She just noticed Him. Wistful, She tried to calculate how long it had been since He'd seemed to show any lust for Her.
The Baby was due by the end of summer, and Her legs felt all that precious weight. Despite the burden, She somehow had this incredible amount of energy and resolved to get busy. In an effort to beat the heat, She stripped off Her unbuttoned cutoffs and severely over-stretched T-shirt. She chose instead a thin, white cotton shift with simple spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline edged with delicate lacy embroidery. An embroidered seam around the bodice helped to cradle Her sensitive breasts and pressed the bejeweled nipples against the fabric. (Somehow, the sparkling rings didn't look so exotic and erotic at the moment. She pursed her lips, "They used to look soo sexy....") The shift was intended to be worn with a jumper (and by a not-so-pregnant model), but that wasn't going to happen today. "Forget the panties and fuck that size-too-small bra too!" She wrinkled her nose as She tugged to stretch the garment over Her swollen belly. Taking stock in the mirror, She noted Her belly caused the front hem to barely graze the tops of Her thighs, but then, She reasoned that Her ass was covered, so it would do for housework. She then piled all Her gilded curls atop her head, save a few escapees, grabbed a cold bottle of water, and got started with the chores.
It was well over an hour later when She was finally satisfied with the state of the floors and the savory aroma of Swiss steak was steaming from the croc pot. She was glittering with perspiration, and some of the unruly curls had come free and were dripping with cooling sweat or stuck to the nape of Her neck or brow. She wiped her forehead and moved back to the window. He had finished the backyard mowing during the elapsed time and was now shirtless, working on some mower malfunction. "Thank God for Him!" She thought. And She so desired Him! His ass was a perfect form under His grass-stained jeans, and She knew there wasn't a thing between jeans and cock. Her cock. For a moment, She saw Herself leading him down into the grass by the disassembled mower and pulling His cock free so She could fully appreciate it with wet licks and slow, deep sucking till it was full and throbbing. Her nipples ached at the thought, and her Pussy felt as though it cried tears for Him.
"God, is there no end to this?! I am absolutely consumed with thoughts of sex! I need you Baby; can't you sense it?" She had never been so on fire with ardor, and never had She felt so kinky. She wanted to watch porno flicks and dreamed of kissing and touching other women. But most of all, She fantasized about her Man. What was going on? What a cruel trick of nature to make a woman want so badly when she was desired so little. Once again, She turned away. Wearily, she pulled on Her boots and walked into the heat of backyard to finish up the work still before Her. As She walked toward the barn, She waved at Tom, the next-door neighbor. He had just cranked up his mower and was making an unwelcome racket.
She pulled the big galvanized tub out of the barn and set about unwinding the garden hose on the nearby wall. She turned the spigot handle, which leaked. Cold water sprayed Her face and chest like mist from a mountain waterfall. At first She shrieked in irritation, but then felt an instant of relief from the heat and leaned into the spray. Finally, She had filled the tub with cold water and left it in the sun to warm a bit before forcing the unsuspecting Doc into it. (Doc had no love of water, even on a hot day.)
Next up were the horses. A five-foot pile of straw lay by the barn entrance ready to be taken in. She wiped Her brow again starting to feel exertion, but about a half hour later the horses had clean straw in their stalls, and She was ready to wrestle with Doc. Trudging up the slope from the barn in Her cowboy boots, She was suddenly swooning from the intense heat. Seeing spinning pinpricks of light and dappling dark, the tub of sparkling, cool water seemed to be the most logical place to fall. She made it back to the tub and fell in ass first and felt the instant, icy exhilaration. She kicked her dusty brown boots off into the yard and sank chin-deep into the sloshing water. Tom's mower continued its industrial staccato to further Her dismay. She was grateful for the blocked view provided by the partial fence along the yard.
