Introduction
So I screwed up. My editing process involves using a spell checker and text-to-speech software which reads the story to me. Well, this story was originally named 'The Border'.
The word border is a homonym for the word 'boarder' which is what I should have used. The spell checked missed it. It sounded correct when the text-to-speech software read it to my, and the grammar checker missed it because both are nouns. To make matters worse, I missed it too. It was an honest mistake.
These errors generated me three negative comments. One by someone who said "the author has proved himself functionally illiterate - well, not illiterate but sloppy and careless and quite unengaged in what his is doing". That's both judgmental and rude. Quite a comment coming from someone who hasn't posted a single story, let alone 36 most of which have better than a 4 star rating. It must be nice to be perfect and never make a mistake. I guess he or she must have assumed I hadn't even bothered to edit it. Anyway, here it is with the error corrected. I hope you enjoy it.
"Denise, I need you to park on the side of the house. We got a card in the mailbox and the postman says he won't deliver the mail as long as there's a vehicle blocking the mailbox. He's too fucking lazy to get out and walk the six feet extra each day." The man speaking is Jim Hart. The person he is speaking to is Denise Winford, his Tenant. As he does, he has to remind himself not to look down at her ample cleavage and wonders why she insists on dressing so casually all the time.
Denise Winford is forty-five years young, five feet, seven inches tall, full figured, has mahogany colored skin, brown eyes and short black hair. Today she is wearing a very tight fitting black t-shirt and an even tighter cut-off faded gray denim shorts and Jim knows he finds Denise too desirable to allow himself the luxury of looking at her.
She is a nurse by profession.
Jim Carney is fifty-seven, Caucasian, untanned, has an average build, average height, has brown hair, brown eyes and is wearing a red shorts with a black tee-shirt.
He is an office manager.
Jim is Denise's landlord. She rents a room in the house he shares with his girlfriend, Julie Strong.
Julie, who is inside doing laundry, is also forty-five, only five feet, six inches tall,
likewise full figured, Caucasian, pale in skin color, has green eyes and natural red hair. At this exact moment, she is dressed only in a house-robe with nothing underneath.
Julie is a network administrator.
Jim and Denise are standing in the front yard. Jim has the day's mail in his hands. She, having just returned from the store, is holding a small bag of of groceries. The bag contains a half gallon of orange juice, some loose apples and one candy bar.
"Actually, I've been meaning to ask you if I could do just that very thing. Too many cars have been broken into lately." Says Denise, continuing the conversation. 'Come on, look at my tits! You know you want to. Why do you think I wore this blouse in the first place? I want you to look at them. I want to see what Julie's been having so much fun with.' She thinks.
Instead of doing what she wants, using the pretense of cleaning his glasses, Jim takes off his spectacles and rubs them with the bottom of his shirt, avoiding her completely.
'Fine, let's see you can ignore this!' Denise upends the bag, dumping its contents to the lawn. "Ops!" She bends over providing him an impromptu view her ass and camel toe. Sure enough, like a bee drawn to honey, Jim stares until he realizes what he is doing.
When he does, believing the view of the ground to be 'safer', Jim quickly bends down to help her collect her fallen items.
Denise glances between her legs, sees him bending and turns around placing him directly at eye level with her breasts. 'Ha!' She thinks. 'Got ya!'
"Uh, here." He says, as he fumbles for the last orange and hastily hands it to her.
Jim stands and, as any gentleman would, offers her his right hand.
Still playing her little game, Denise purposely takes her time standing up and uses the opportunity to examine his crotch. There is a bulbous protrusion rising in Jim's pants. 'So you do like what you see!'
They both go inside. Denise leads, wiggling her ass provocatively the whole way.
The next day is Saturday. Denise is laying in her bed, naked under the sheets. She has just awakened.
'They're at it again!' Thinks Denise. The 'they' she is thinking about are Jim and Julie. What 'they' are at is fucking like rabbits.
'They must...' Her thoughts are interrupted by a voice from the master bedroom at the end of the hall. The voice which is screaming... "Fuck me harder damn it!" belongs to Julie. In the background is the faint, yet very distinctive buzzing sound of a sex toy. It's exact location, who it is in and where, Denise can only imagine. '... think I'm at work... which means...' Denise opens the top drawer of her nightstand and takes out her favorite vibrator... 'they're too busy fucking to hear this!' She wastes no time switching on the device and pressing it to her clit.
Immediately, her heart begins beating faster. Her breathing quickens. Muscles throughout Denise's body tighten. Her breasts enlarge slightly and her nipples become noticeably erect. There is the red flush of sex on her face, neck and chest.
"Oh yeah! That's the spot!" She says to herself, imagining Jim's tongue licking her there. Denise's clitoris becomes hard in response to the vibrator's touch and moments later her pussy is dripping wet. Slowly, she eases the vibrator's tip inside. The lips of her pussy flatten and open. Blood is rushing to her pubic area, with it comes a feeling of warm pleasure. Inside, her sex is creating a space for the toy to enter.
"Ahhh!" Denise pushes it in an inch; the sex toy grazes her g-spot.
Denise gasps as her entire body spasms as if stricken by lightening, taking her breath away momentarily.
