Marca paid him and he put the mower away and left. As Marca was bringing in her groceries from the garage, she noticed a magazine on one of the shelves. Marca picked it up and saw that it was not the only one but a stack of them was upon the higher shelve. A stack of Playboy and Penthouse magazines! She wondered if Ed had been looking at the magazines while she was gone. The thought of this Mexican yardman that they hired to keep the place looking like a show place was peeking at the naked women made her smile. Typical guy, she thought. She refused to admit the spark of excitement that ran through her when she remembered Ed coming from behind the garage with his jeans undone, but she couldn't easily put it out of her mind. He couldn't be, wouldn't be, in broad daylight? No!
The next week, Marca purposely came home early from her busy day of shopping, it is a hard job but someone has to do it. She entered the house and went to her room. Because of the curve of the driveway, the back of the garage faced the master bedroom at the rear of the house. The backyard was secluded, with a high wooden fence encircling that part of the yard that was used for nude sunbathing, girl has to keep this body looking good, the rear wall of the garage serving as part of the backyard enclosure. Marca went to the window of her large master bath and peeked through the blinds. Ed was working on one of the flower and plant beds and had his back to her. I think I’ll give the boy something to really get excited about.
Marca has a stunning figure. She works out 4 days a week and being of mixed descent just adds to her beauty. : She has ancestors from Europe, Latin, Africa and God knows where else; their blood has combined to create a gorgeous creature with a killer body, an exotic face and curly, flowing dark hair. Tanning won't do much for Ms. Marca’ dark skin, but she's not worried about looking good, because she knows she does - just feeling good. Today Marca has put on an awfully skimpy bikini. All of her swimsuits are revealing - she doesn't even own a one-piece - but this one is a little black number with spaghetti ties and a thong back that could pass for thick dental floss.
Marca goes outside to the patio and setup one of the lounge chair so she can get some sun and let Ed see what she has. She puts down a towel and makes a big deal of stretching onto her chaise lounge. There's a bottle of suntan oil on the table beside her; she keeps it out on the patio, so it's warm from the sun at all time. She opens the bottle and lets the oil drip onto her palm. She starts rubbing the oil over her arms, her shoulders and neck, her legs and belly. She sets the bottle down, lies back and closes her eyes.
After an hour of sun she went into the house and to her bedroom to see if she could see what Ed was doing. Ed was seated, leaning against the garage, looking at a Penthouse magazine. He wore cut off and no shirt. As he flipped through the pages, his hand idly toyed with the front of his jeans.
"That son-of-a-bitch", Marca thought. As she stared, Ed suddenly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Marca's breath caught in her throat has Ed removed a thick swollen cock from his Jeans. His hand only obscured half of his cock from Marca's view. I gasped OH MY GOD! He was huge, I mean he made guys in porno flicks look small. It looked like he had another arm. I couldn't believe it, no way!
He began to slowly stroke himself, still looking at the magazine. Unconsciously, Marca's right hand slid under her shirt and found her left nipple. Ed put the magazine down and leaned his head against the garage wall as his hand found a rhythm of long eager strokes. Perspiration trickled down his lean torso and his stomach muscles tensed with each stroke. Marca was lost in his pleasure with him, enjoying the sight of his large thick cock sliding through his hand.
Suddenly, his head tilted upward and his back arched. His hand began to move faster and his hips met the movement of each stroke. Marca was startled by the first spurt. It flew outward and landed in the grass beyond Ed's feet. Then another one, almost as strong, squirted from his brown hard cock and onto his chest. He nursed his cock deliberately, cum oozing down his shaft and over his hand. Marca turned from the window and caught a glimpse of herself in her bathroom mirror. Flames of red washed her skin, flowing from her chest to her neck. She couldn't remember getting that turned on. Iv had peeking tom’s for as long as I can remember, but here I was doing what they had been doing to me. She splashed water on her face and brushed her hair.
Marca exited the house as Ed was putting the mower away. She thanked him and paid him, but was at a loss for the small talk that they usually enjoyed. As she walked back into the house, she could feel the lips of her pussy sliding against one another as only they do when she is very wet and excited. She felt a little embarrassed while at the same time she wanted to flirt with Ed. Damn I had the urge to let him see me nude and let him jerk off to my body one more time!
This became her ritual, Thursday after Thursday, watching Ed. She came to know his method and his pace and she came to love the thickness and dark brown of his cock. But most of all, she loved to see him cum, the muscles tensing and the powerful squirts of semen. She longed to look more closely and she had on more that one occasion fantasized about feeling his warm cum squirting on her, on her breasts and face. She started do her sunbathing whenever Ed is around, wanting him to see her body, see her touch herself.
