Story Code: M/F, M+/F, F/F, Interracial, Exhibitionism, Interracial
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My head was in a whirl all the way home, I stopped off at a KFC Restaurant...well, a knock-off of a KFC anyway..., I ate a chicken burger and a small fries and drank a milkshake for the extra energy. I got home at nine o'clock on Sunday evening and tumbled straight into bed, I didn't even take my dress off, I just used it as a nighty. I have to say one thing about an active sex life, it is better than any sleeping draught on the market, over the counter or on a doctor's prescription.
I woke to an argument in the street; the man from the ground floor flat had a firm grip on Gavin's collar and was going to 'Do for Him!' I looked at my clock, it was eight o'clock in the morning, I'd had a solid eleven hours sleep but still resented the assault on my sleep so I got up, I took a piss and walked out into the street bare foot, still in my crumpled dress from the day before. I looked at Gavin and shook my head and then I put my hands on the older man's shoulders, "I don't give a damned what he did and when, nothing justifies this kind of row in our sleepy little village at this time of the day!" and with that, I pulled the man towards me and raised my right knee, burying it deep into his 'Family Jewels!', he let Gavin go free and sank to his knees gasping for breath.
"Now don't make me have to come out and settle any more arguments between you two,"
Gavin gave me a 'Moon eyed look', "You're magnificent when you're angry...are you sure that you won't let me clean your windows?"
"Do you have your own ladder?"
"No but I know that you have a set in your garage, John used them all the time didn't he?"
"Clean them if you like...don't clean them...it's all the same to me. Just stop climbing through people's windows to touch them up in their sleep or a thumping from 'Gasper!' over there won't be your only problem!"
I stomped silently back into my house, it would have been more impressive if my bare feet had been covered in Sue's walking boots but all I had were my bare feet so I made up for that by slamming my front door so hard that it rattled the glass insert.
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I went back to bed to try and get another hour's sleep but before I could drift off I heard the clank of my husband's ...my...aluminium ladder hitting the front wall of my house just under my bedroom window, Gavin had decided to clean my windows and he'd chosen to start with my bedroom window. I heard the sound of wet rag rubbing on glass and twisted my head a little to look down the length of my body towards the window.
The foot of my bed pointed towards the window, apparently, one of the reasons that so many people felt uncomfortable in hotel rooms was because the bed was usually sideways on to both the window and the door, humans felt safer if their feet pointed in the direction of the most vulnerable point of their cave. John obviously felt that our windows were the most vulnerable point in our bedroom so now I found my feet pointing directly at my lecherous teenaged neighbour as he cleaned my windows...my feet pointing at Gavin meant that he could see up under the hem my dress.
"What are you looking at you horny little bugger?"
I was hoping that your bed would have been the other way around and under the window like Mary's bed but it's a nice view from here all the same. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep; it was no skin off my nose that Gavin could see my knickers...
I was just starting to drift off when I got a flashback to the previous evening, the photograph that Sue took of me holding my dress up under my chin, flashing my body to her against a backdrop of cars driving past, the photograph followed by the kiss and her giving me back my bra and knickers and telling me that I could put my knickers back on for the drive home if I liked...I didn't, I threw my bra and knickers onto the front passenger seat of my car and that was where they were still...so, Gavin wasn't looking at my knickers...still, no skin off my nose.
"Gavin...what the fuck are you doing, get down from there right now!"
"It's okay dad, Mrs Clarke said I could clean her windows if I like!"
"You've been up there for fifteen minutes, you aren't cleaning windows, you're being a bleeding peeping Tom!"
I dragged myself off of my bed and walked over to the window and leaned out so now I was really close to Gavin, "It's okay, I know he's being a little pervert but there's no harm in looking is there?"
Gavin sniffed at my neck and whispered, "You don't smell of peach blossom today Mrs Clarke."
"And what do I smell of today Gavin?"
"Sex...impure sex Mrs Clarke...can I come in and wash your windows from the inside?"
I looked down into the street at his father, "Do you have time for a coffee Ben?"
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"I was just popping down the shop for a newspaper Mrs Clarke...but I'd love one when I get back."
"Vicky...please call me Vicky. Do you prefer percolated or instant?"
"Either is fine with me."
"Oh Ben, be a dear and pick me up a pint of milk from the shop please."
I went down to the kitchen to put the kettle on and Gavin suddenly lost all interest in washing my bedroom window. I could have changed, after all the dress I was wearing had to be a little skanky as I'd worn it for a four mile walk in the summer sun and then I'd slept all night in it so it was all wrinkled as well...I could have slipped my legs into a clean pair of knickers but I didn't, I just sat at the kitchen table with two cups of black coffee in front of me, waiting for Gavin's father to get back from the shop.
Ben knocked at my back door, I instinctively looked at the little window in the side all of the kitchen, Gavin was there now, cleaning the living daylights out of the small window. "It's open Ben!"...'It's always open Ben!' echoed in my head.
Ben walked in with a massive grin on his face, I'd placed the second cup of coffee in front of the seat opposite mine across the table, expecting Ben to sit opposite me but he sat adjacent to me and pulled his coffee over to the other seat.
I had to turn through forty-five degrees to more face him and as I wriggled around in my seat, Ben's eyes shot down to my legs and the hem of my dress. I should have lifted my bum and straightened my dress out, it was hiked up a little now and more of my thighs were on display than I'd intended.
Ben did that thing that men do when someone did something they liked; he nodded his head and smiled. I had no doubt that if I lifted my bum and pulled my dress back down to my knees that he would change to a frown and shake his head...positive reinforcement, aimed at moving another person subtly, without words towards an outcome that they wanted over one that they didn't.
"Sugar?"
"One please."
"What do I owe you for the milk?"
"Nothing...I'm using it as well after all." he brought his cup up to his lips and blew across the top and in that gust of breath I heard a whispered, "You could pay for it in kind if you like!"
Ben was still grinning at me, his eyes jumped up to my breasts and back down to the hem of my dress between my legs. Each time his eyes returned to my hem he raised his eyebrows. He eyes were saying 'Higher' and the smile was saying 'please'.
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I sipped at my coffee and looked over at Gavin watching us through the little window that he'd spent fifteen minutes washing.
"I'm surprised that you invited me in for a coffee Vicky."
I was jerked back from looking at Gavin, "Sorry...what?"
"I said that I was surprised that you invited me in...John always said that you weren't very sociable...I mean, you never went to the pub with him or came out to any of the village functions or parties."
