It was hot. Hotter than hell in the summer.
I'd just finished mowing my little postage-stamp front yard with the push mower. My shirt was drenched.
I was wearing my black athletic shorts and one of my hundred Army shirts. Okay, maybe I have about thirty, but my point is that I have a lot of them. I was in Army ROTC all through college and now I'm an officer in the Texas Army National Guard. So, hey, when there are shirts around for the taking, I grab a few.
Today's shirt was grey with Army Strong across the front. I'd just spent the weekend at the Armory in town doing my required duty.
I'm a teacher at the high school and serving in the Guard is a great way to serve my country, stay in shape, and earn some extra money.
This weekend had been a dog-and-pony show. We'd put on a special show for the local television station. We'd invited the kids from the JROTC battalion at the high school, and the students from the community college that were interested in the military. We fed them MRE's, had a simple FTX (Field Training Exercise) in the National Forest, and ended with a simulated aerial assault using helicopters onto our Armory on the edge of town.
I have to admit my troops looked good rappelling down the fast ropes onto the Armory rooftop. It had given the television news crew some awesome footage. I even made the news clip as I unrigged from the rope and turned my weapon outward to secure the rooftop. After that I was seen issuing orders and talking on the radio.
Now, however, it was back to reality. Seven hours ago I'd risked my life sliding down a rope from a hovering chopper. Now, I'm mowing and edging my lawn. Sometimes, the tired old phrase of "weekend warrior" just seemed to fit.
I let go of the safety bar on the mower and let the engine come to a stop. I was so freaking hot.
I'd just reached back behind my head and grabbed my shirt to pull it off when I heard Rachel from the house next door talking to me.
I turned around to the sound of her voice with my head covered by my sweaty shirt. I could have sworn I heard her suck in her breath a little as I finished pulling my shirt off.
I finished ripping my shirt off and tossed it over on the driveway. I rolled my head a little from side to side, stretching my neck muscles.
Rachel handed me a beer.
"No one should be working in the heat without a cold beer waiting for them," she said with a smile. I caught her eyes quickly checking out my chest.
"Damn, woman," I responded. "Someday I just might have to kill that husband of yours and steal you for my own."
Rachel giggled and replied back teasingly. "Oh? You'd do that for little old me?"
I met her eye for just a second and gave her a serious look. "Yeah," I said softly. "I'd do that."
I could almost see a slight chill ripple through her body. She gave me a weak smile as if to acknowledge that she knows I could do it.
I'm a warrior. A man of action. A man with a body that's in better shape than most of the suburban husbands in our neighborhood. Sure, in an "end of the world" scenario, I was the type of man that she would gravitate to for survival.
And sex.
Lots of "Me Tarzan, You the one with the hot pussy," no holds barred, grunting to the moon, take it however I want to give it to you sex.
"Thanks for the beer," I said, breaking the silence.
"Oh, sure." She replied.
Rachel was about 32 years old. Married with two young daughters. Her husband Mike was a great guy, but he worked a lot downtown. He's also let himself go just a bit. He wasn't fat, now...but he's definitely put on a few pounds since college.
This afternoon, Rachel was wearing a tank top over her bikini top. She had on a pair of short denim shorts. She wasn't really showing off her body, but what did show was looking good. She had a great pair of legs, nice boobs and hair just long enough to be considered long. I liked her a lot. She was nice and friendly and a great wife and Mom.
I'd fuck her in a heartbeat, in case you were wondering.
"What brings you out in this heat?" I asked her. "If I were you, I'd be in the pool right now."
She smiled and took another gulp of her beer. "Oh, I was on the computer and got frustrated. I heard the lawnmower and saw you out here, so I thought I'd take a break."
"Oh?" I asked. I'm good with computers so I thought I'd offer to help. "Computer got a problem?"
She took a deep breath and sighed, "No, it's not that. Just something I just got really involved in, just up and went away."
I replied, "Yeah, the internet will do that. Websites and companies just come and go all of the time."
She seemed distracted and frustrated when she said, "No, it's not that. I'd been doing some writing...blogging I guess...and the site I was using just shut down. I can't post my stuff there anymore."
I'm a man of course, so I needed to solve her problem. "Well, there's lots of places that we can find that will post your stuff. That's an easy fix."
She gave a little laugh, "No, I don't think so. This was very personal writings....about my life...and stuff."
"Ahhh," I replied with a grin. "Let me guess. Either you've been blogging about your family history....genealogy and such, or you've been writing porn."
The look she gave me told it all. I laughed out loud.
"Rachel...you've been writing porn stories, haven't you?" I challenged with a laugh in my voice.
She was turning several shades of red with embarrassment, so I knew I'd hit home.
"Wait....let me guess." I teased again. "You're a bored housewife living out her fantasies?"
"Ummm, no...." she hemmed and hawed. "I'm not that at all. I just....I mean...."
"This is too good!" I laughed again. "Sweet little innocent Rachel living next door to me is a porn author!"
"Well, no more beer for you!" she said in a huff. She turned and began walking back over to her yard. I enjoyed the view.
"Wait!" I hollered out. "Are you, 'Sexy Suburban Sarah' or 'Mom with a Dirty Mind'?"
She stopped in her tracks. She turned and looked at me, a look of disbelief on her face.
I stopped as well. I froze in place as realization set in.
"Rachel?" I asked softly. "Are you ever on literotica?"
That was the name of an erotic story site I visit. I guess I'd struck gold.
Her hand went to cover her mouth in shock, and she took a few steps backward.
"I....no...ummm...I'll see you later!" She mumbled and then turned and ran back into her house.
I quickly drained the beer, cleaned up the yard equipment and went inside. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of boxers. A few minutes later I was at the computer.
I logged in on the website and spent some time searching through the profiles. When I found one that might be hers, I sent an innocent message.
"Hey," I wrote, "I just read your story about being naked in the yard for the umpteenth time and I love it each time. My question for you is this: do you ever dare to do this again?"
I hit send and then did a few other things. When I checked back a while later, she had replied.
"Yes," she wrote. "I think about doing that all of the time, especially after writing that story! It's just hard to do with my daughters and husband here with me. Now that you've brought it up, it makes me want to try it."
I replied back to her, "Do it tonight! Don't waste another moment putting it off. Pretend it was like before, and when you are sure that everyone is in a deep sleep, then step outside in your backyard. Dare yourself to just walk around tonight in your nightgown. That way, if you get caught it won't be too bad. You could say you just needed some fresh air or something."
We spent the next twenty minutes or so discussing it. I kept giving her confidence and building up the sexual and daring part of it. She finally said that she would try and do it tonight after everyone had gone to bed.
I logged off the computer and chugged about a gallon of coffee to stay awake. I had work in the morning, but this would hopefully be worth it. I opened the garage door and turned off the motion light inside. I also turned off my outside garage light. Next, I moved my laptop over by the upstairs window so I could see down into her backyard.
Around midnight, I got an email. It was from her and said, "If you're still awake, I'm going out right now. I'll tell you about it in about fifteen minutes."
I glanced over at the window, and sure enough, I saw the back porch light go off. My heart skipped a beat. It could be her. If it was, she was smart about turning off the light.
I closed my laptop to eliminate the blue glow in the room and stood a foot or so from my window to watch for her.
Soon, I sensed movement out in the darkness. My eyes strained a bit and soon I could see her. She was wearing a short teddy-style nightgown. It ended about mid-thigh, but was very free flowing. My cock was soon pushing outward in my boxers as I watched her walk around her pool. She dipped a toe into the water, testing the water. She looked quickly around, and stepped onto the stairs of the pool, going into the water up to her knees. I waited, hoping she wouldn't disappoint me. A few seconds later, she pulled the nightgown off and slowly slipped into the water up to her neck.
I wanted to see her better, but the shadows worked to her advantage. She walked around in the shallow end of the pool for a few minutes, then made her way back to the stairs and walked back to the darker shadows of the house.
I wondered if that would be enough for her or if she really felt daring. I took the chance that she would try and go for more risky exposure.
I ran downstairs, grabbed a beer and popped the top, then stepped quietly out into the garage.
I've been in the Army for a few years now. I've done my share of night patrols so being patient and quiet are no big deal for me. I waited, hoping she'd come around the side of the house. If she didn't, well at least I got to enjoy a cold beer.
A minute later, I heard the creak of her fence gate opening. It seemed like forever until she came around in my view.
