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She watched him through her kitchen window. He was working in the yard, half naked as usual...wearing nothing but a pair of thin running shorts and tennis shoes. She could tell he was naked under his shorts. Though it was only ten thirty, the summer sun was already hot. The sweat from his muscular body had dripped down his naked chest and soaked the front of his shorts...the thin material clung to his cock like wet tissue. She wondered why his wife let him outside dressed that way. If he was her husband, he wouldn't dare, but she wasn't. It was only her job to look, and look she did...safe and protected, inside of her own little world.

He made her uneasy, when they chatted across the fence or whenever they ran into each other in town. She always felt he was undressing her with his eyes and his remarks always seemed to have some sexual alternate meaning. They didn't socialize with them as a couple, though they had lived next to each other for nearly five years. But ever since they moved in, he managed to drop by alone, especially on the weekends, for one reason or another. He would borrow something from her husband or make small talk about this or that. Regardless of his personality, he was one sexy looking man...and he knew it. Just looking at him now, watching his cock slide back and forth under his shorts, made her pussy wet. Sometimes, the watching got to her more than usual. On those days, she would slip off to the bathroom and relieve herself, always careful not to make a sound that might arouse any suspicion.

"Honey, I'm heading down to Home Depot. Do you need anything from the store?" Her husband's voice snapped her out of her trance...she quickly stepped away from the window.

"I don't think so, hon...unless you want to pick up some crabs at the wharf. I heard they were coming in as big as saucers this year." Her husband moved through the kitchen quickly, pausing just long enough to give her a peck on the cheek and pat her on the ass.

"That sounds great baby," he shouted back at her as he slipped through the back door. I'll be back in a couple of hours." The screen door slammed shut and a few seconds later she heard the car start up and head down the driveway. She moved back to the window and took a peek...Sexy was gone. She was disappointed on one hand but relieved on the other. She really didn't have time to dawdle, she had chores to do. But she took a moment to let her hand wander down between her legs as she tried to imagine what he looked like without the shorts. The sound of someone knocking on the back door startled the hell out of her.

"Anybody home?" She heard the door open and the sound of footsteps moving through the mud room.

"Ain't nobody here. We're all in town spending money we don't have...so don't steal anything while we're gone." She wondered why he waited to come over till then. Coming over early in the morning wasn't unusual...save for the fact he had never come over when she was alone. She suddenly regretted not wearing a bra that morning...or her choice of a short, threadbare house dress. It had been washed so many times you could almost read the paper through the faded blue material. It was too late to do anything about it.

"Hi, sugar, where's the old man?" He had to know he was gone, he had been standing right there next to the driveway. That made her uneasy.

"Just left for the store...didn't you see him?"

"Oh...yeah. I'm not thinking. So what are you up to?" I laughed and looked about the messy kitchen.

"The same damn thing your wife is probably doing right now...cleaning the house."

"Nope, the Mrs. is over at her mothers...canning preserves. Didn't even make me coffee this morning...what's a guy to do?" He grinned boyishly and batted his sparkling blue eyes. Damn, he really is sexy, she thought. What the hell. She couldn't resist his obvious begging.

"OK, OK. I get the hint." She grinned back. "Get yourself a cup...top left cabinet, next to the stove. Just so happens I have nearly a whole pot left." He didn't have to be asked twice and before she turned around with the pot of coffee, he was seated at the table, his cup waiting to be filled. He seemed so different today, not so coarse...almost sweet acting. His eyes still undressed her, but she didn't seem to mind as much. In fact, she was a bit excited that he found her attractive. It had been a long time since her husband had been so attentive and flirtatious. She walked over to the table, making sure her tits bounced a little more than usual. She almost giggled...she hadn't done that in a long time. Might as well go all the way. She made a point of reaching across the table and bending far more than necessary to pour his coffee. She knew damn well that he was getting an eyeful. He nervously cleared his throat as she poured, and seemed a bit relieved when she finally finished. She began to wonder if his bark was bigger than his bite. This could be fun.

"Got some pound cake in the fridge...you hungry? Could even toast it if you like."

"Damn, woman...you do know the way to a man's heart. And by the way...it's been a long time since another woman has offered to toast my pound cake." She she couldn't help but laugh...she had to admit it was kind of funny...though a bit brash.

"Smart ass," she teased. "You are terrible...you know that?" She set the pot of coffee back on the warmer and moved towards the refrigerator. She could feel his eyes follow her every move, and it was beginning to make her feel a little sexy...and very mischievous. She exaggerated the natural swish of her hips as she padded across the room in her bare feet. She opened the door, hands on her hips, staring into the fridge. "Mmmmmmmmm...there you are." She bent over, keeping her legs straight and fished around inside, moving a few things to get at her secrete stash. She had hidden it carefully, wrapping it in aluminum foil and placing it at the back of the shelf. She took an inordinate amount of time, knowing damn good and well what he was staring at. He wasn't the first man to pay attention to her perfect heart shaped ass.

No bra and thong panties. He must think I am some kind of slut. She smiled impishly, but it quickly turned to a frown when she remembered why she put the damn things on in the first place. After her shower, she thought they might get her husband in the mood, as he called it. It hadn't worked...he didn't even look at her when she came into the bedroom. Damn it...maybe she should show them to someone who might enjoy seeing them. She was tempted to lift the back of her dress and give him a real look, but quickly pulled that thought back under control. I am a married woman...I am a married woman...damn it girl...get the cake. She stood up and was just getting ready to close the door when he spoke.

"Don't forget the butter," he barked in a playful tone.

"Damn, were we separated at birth or something? That's the only way my family ever ate pound cake...especially my daddy. Don't you have to have butter for toasted pound cake...I think it might even be a crime not to." She laughed then assured him she was prepared. "It's right here on the counter. I like to keep it warm near the stove...easy to spread." He coughed intentionally then chuckled softly.

"Not going to say a damn thing," he quipped. "I know...smart ass, right?' He laughed loudly when she turned around and growled at him...though you can't be too convincing with a big grin on your face. She couldn't remember when she was in this good of a mood. She reached up and turned on the radio and the room was suddenly filled with a golden oldie...she loved the Tempts...and who didn't love 'My Girl.' She hummed along as she sliced the cake and popped it in the toaster, waiting patiently for it to turn that perfect golden brown. The music seeped into her subconscious and took control of her body. She began to shift her weight back and forth from one naked foot to the other, rolling her hips to the sensual rhythm of the song.

"Day-um," he gasped. "Nice moves, woman." She turned her head and smiled, thanking him with a slow bump and grind aimed in his direction...adding a wink for good measure. She turned back and nervously bit her lip. That's the second time he's called me woman...Damn...he makes it sounds so sexy. She felt her body shiver as slightly wicked thoughts popped into her mind. But the sound of the toaster popping up the slices of golden delight brought her back to reality. She put them on a plate and carried the piping hot slices to the table, making sure she didn't forget the butter and a couple of knives. This time, she made sure they bounced even more. God, I sure hope he can't hear that squishy sound I'm making between my legs...damn...damn...damn.

It was nice talking to someone that actually listened. They chatted like old friends between bites and sips...lots of topics, a little gossip here and there, but mostly just getting acquainted for the first time. There were a lot of secret glances going on as they sat there...a few touches on the arm...some harmless flirting, but the tension was mounting. She felt the uneasiness starting to return, but in a different way. She began to worry...What if he actually tries to do something?

They had finished their coffee and two helpings of toasted pound cake...with butter. Regrettably, it seemed their impromptu breakfast was over. He smiled and complimented her on her fine cake for the hundredth time. He pushed his chair away from the table and leaned back, crossing his legs as if he was resting after a huge meal. She got up and removed the dishes and placed them in the sink. A quick glance at the kitchen clock told her "he" wouldn't be back for another hour or so. "Another cup...one for the road?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.

"Sounds great...I'm not keep you from anything, am I?"

"Only housework," she answered with a laugh. As she took the coffee pot from the warmer, her hand moved to top of her dress then quickly moved away. She looked down...shocked at what she had done without even thinking. Good grief...I can't believe I just opened up the top button. What in the hell has gotten into you? She walked back to the table and stood beside him while she poured them both another cup. Her leg brushed against his...the feel was electric.

"Thank you," he said slowly, his voice almost a whisper. She nearly dropped the coffee pot when he casually rested his hand on her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. She was felt like she should bolt or push his hand away...something...even slap his face. But she didn't. She simply looked at him and smiled. That surprised her more than his touch.

"Your welcome," she replied. He squeezed her hip again then calmly moved his hand away as if touching her was the most natural thing in the world. It took all she had to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape from her lips. She pulled back a different chair, the one next to his, and let it stay back the table. She raised her feet off the floor and hooked her heels on the rung of the chair, letting her knees fall apart. She pushed the front of her dress down between her thighs and took a casual glance to make sure she wasn't open for business. It wasn't a very lady-like pose, but it was comfortable, though it did leave a good expanse of her smooth thighs exposed. That detail didn't go unnoticed. In fact, he didn't even bother to look up when he spoke.

"Damn...You have some fine looking legs, woman. You should show them off more often." He delivered the words with the same tone he might use to compliment her shoes. Her cheeks turned red with the obligatory Southern woman's blush and thanked him. She suddenly became grateful she had shaved her legs that morning in preparation for her unsuccessful attempt to seduce her husband.

"Well, since we're talking about legs," she chided. "Yours aren't so bad either." She laughed and brashly looked down at his muscular legs. Only, her heart stilled as her eyes lighted on his groin. Oh my god. His running shorts had dried off and the fabric billowed open at his thighs. She could actually see his cock...from its uncut tip to about halfway up its breathtaking length . It was huge. She swallowed, quickly took her eyes away and tried to continue the conversation.

They were finished with their coffee before she finally managed to get her composure back. All she could really think about was his cock. The image was permanently burned into her brain...every minute detail. It was amazing...the color, darker than the rest of his body; the big gaping slit that seemed to stare at you as it peeked out from the furled skin that covered the massive head. The fatness of the shaft was almost frightening. She couldn't help but wonder how big it got when it was hard, or how it would feel inside her tight, little pussy. Her nipples had tightened instantly...she knew he could see them poking out against the thin fabric of her dress. She hoped to God he couldn't smell the feint traces of her scent as the wetness spread across the gusset of her panties. She almost begged him to stay when he finally stood up to leave.

"I'd better let you get back to work...got some more gardening myself. Thanks again, lovely woman. I really loved the visit."

"So did I," she managed to reply...her voice a bit shaky. She walked with him through the mud room and stood next to him at the door. He put his hand out to open it and turned back to say goodbye. She didn't know why...but she put her hand on his shoulder and raised up onto her tip toes, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. He froze for a second then turned around to face her. She backed away and until she felt her ass touch the washing machine. She just stood there, staring at his face. It was like he was thinking. Then without a word, he stepped closer and slid his hand behind her neck. She trembled...she knew what was coming. As he lowered his head, moving his lips towards hers, she knew she should push him away...instead she quickly forgot some very important things.

Her mouth opened the moment his lips touched hers. His mouth was sweet, his tongue thick and long. She fed on it, sucking it deep inside her own mouth, twirling her own tongue around it as she tasted their first kiss...the first of another man in over twenty years. Their hands roamed over each other's body frantically, exploring, touching...searching for intimacy as new lovers do. She felt his hands grip her waist tightly and lift her off the floor. He held her in the air as if she was as light as a feather, kissed her then gently set her down on the top of the washer. More kisses, hotter kisses...she whimpered as his mouth moved to her ear...shivered as it found the hollow between her heaving breasts.

She heard the buttons crackle across the floor as his impatient hands pulled the front of her dress open. She gasped for air as his wet mouth found her nipples. Her entire body was on fire. She pulled his head against her milky white tits, caressing his handsome face with the pliant globes... feeding him her creamy flesh. She arched her back, whimpering and sighing as she tried to push more of her body into his hungry mouth. No man had ever made her feel like this. In her mind, she had already surrendered.

He suddenly pulled back...and for a moment, she felt abandoned. But the awe in his eyes made everything better. He stared at her nearly naked body, his hands trembling as they pushed her dress aside. His eyes traveled down slowly, stopping at the juncture of her thighs. He reached out and gently traced the length of her slit with a single finger. He paused and pressed the sopping wet material up into the center of her sex. "God...you're beautiful," he whispered. He took a deep breath, gripped her hips and suddenly plunged his face between her thighs.

"Oh...yesssssssss...oh my god..." she hissed. No one had ever kissed her there. "Oh god," she screamed as his tongue licked her through the thin material. "Oh my god...you sweet man." She began to shake...shame and guilt overwhelmed by the pleasure his mouth was giving her. And, the moment he pushed her panties aside and touched her clit with his tongue...she came. "Fuck," she gasped. She was beginning to lose her mind. What's happening to me? I can't stop cumming. Her body writhed and trembled as his tongue moved up and down her slit. Every time the tingling and spasms would start to die down, his lips and probing tongue would hit that magic spot and a new wave of pleasure would wrack her body. My god...he's drinking my pussy juices. She grabbed his hair and lifted her legs around his shoulders, squeezing his head with her thighs...she was never going to let him stop. "My god, my god" was all she could utter...over and over again...as he fed on her flesh like a starving man.

Then, taking one slow lick, then a gentle bite of her swollen labia, he stopped. She let her legs slide down from his shoulders as he straightened up and rested her feet at the edge of the washer. She spread her legs spread wide open in hungry anticipation. She leaned back, whimpering, her eyes begging..she wanted more...she wanted him inside her. She watched his wet face move closer as he leaned in to kiss her. For the first time in her life, she tasted her own juices...they were sweet, tart, mysterious, and had the musky scent of sex. He pulled back up, smiling down at her as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his shorts. She stared as he pushed them down, licking her lips, waiting impatiently to see that magnificent cock again. The elastic band moved down, past the forest of curly hair, stalling at the base of his cock, then bending the massive shaft downward as it crept toward the plum shaped head. Suddenly, the instant it slid over the tip, it sprung back up, bouncing and swaying until it came to rest...its hungry eye staring right at her pussy. Her eyes widened in amazement...she had never imagined anything so big.

He moved closer, and gripped her hips, sliding her ass to the edge of the washer. His height was perfect and the tip of his cock aligned right at the entrance of her sex. He didn't bother to take her panties off...this man, almost a stranger until that day...was going to fuck her now. She gasped...the tip was inside her. Oh my god...Jesus Christ he's big. It hurt...she'd never had anything like it. Thankfully, he took his time, slowly feeding one fat, fucking inch after another into her cunt. Oh fuck, his whole god damned cock is in my pussy...shit. She was afraid to move. Then slowly, the pain began to subside until pleasure pushed it completely out of the way. She could feel his meat, throbbing against the walls of her pussy...his massive girth had stretched her to the limit. She looked up at him, her hands gently caressing his powerful chest...her eyes filled with tears of joy and longing. For the first time in her life...she begged. "Fuck me...please."

He moved slowly at first, slowly drawing his cock out to the tip, working it back in with a roll of his hips. His hands slid up her body and wrapped around her neck, tugging her mouth to his, hungry for her lips even amidst the furious passion of the moment. She shivered as he spit into her mouth. How could anything so disgusting be so erotic? She thought. He thrust a little faster, in and out...in and out, as his hands moved down her front, cupping her tits roughly, twisting her nipples between his fingers...making the woman inside her body come alive. She whimpered and moaned, thrusting back against him, wanting him even deeper. There was no hint of pain...nothing to distract her from the delicious pleasure she was feeling.

He licked what ever part of her body he could reach, touched what ever part of her body he could hold...never ceasing to stroke his fat, throbbing cock in and out of her pussy. The tiny room reeked with the smell of sex...her pungent scent hanging over them as they pounded against each other's sweaty body. They were getting close...they both felt it. The pace of their fucking was getting frantic...grips tightening...grunts and groans more frequent. She no longer rested on the cold metal...his hands had worked themselves under her cheeks, cupping them as he lifted her body to sync it with his quickening rhythm. She loved his touch, everything about the way he made love, nothing forbidden, nothing timid...just raw animal sex. She squirmed a bit as his fingers worked their way up and down the crack of her ass, hot and sweaty...wet with the juices that had spread out under her cheeks. She nearly feinted the moment a single finger pushed into her asshole...shocking her, thrilling her with the wicked nastiness of the sensation. That was it...that single touch drove her mind over the edge.