Please read the introduction to Chronicle #1 if you want to understand the context of my stories. Thank-you.
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The sun was about an hour from slipping beneath the western horizon as I stood near the fountain in our front yard chatting with my neighbor. Although we both were wearing sunglasses, my back was to the sun.
As we compared mental notes on our fantasy football teams, over his shoulder in the distance I noticed a girl walking on the sidewalk. She was one of the girls who lived a couple doors down from us. She was a senior on the High School volleyball team. She was on her way home from practice. Her name was Liz. Even though she had recently registered to vote, to me she was every bit the forbidden fruit as ever.
My mind wandered towards her while she was still at least five or six houses away. She was wearing a gray, cotton sweat jacket that was unzipped. Under that was her practice tee shirt. Her legs ran long and slender between her ankle socks rimming her tennis shoes and her tight, sports-shorts that fit as tight on her sweet little ass as a condom hugs a cock.
This was not the first time I had seen Liz walking home from a practice or game. My mind hit the refresh button as my lust gauged her body dimensions glowing in the sunlight. She was tall and slender, perhaps 5-7 and 130ish with small, perky breasts. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Her teenage ass was not only forbidden fruit, but juicy, ripe and firm.
As Brian and I continued talking, my sunglasses disguised my eyes as they focused on her body sauntering step by step down the sidewalk. Everything about her was intoxicating. The way her little pony tail flipped side to side in cadence with each step she took. Her cute little tennis shoes. The way her jacket hung open, her two pert breasts keeping it pinned at her sides. The wiggle in her hips that those amazing, skin-tight shorts openly revealed.
My mind was busy mixing the ingredients of her amazing body and my silent lust as Brian and I stood there. By the time she had drawn even with our home, I felt my cock twitch. Each step she took transitioned her position more and more at an angle which gave me an increasing view of the profile of her body. Those tits... that ass... the whole package was magnetic.
As she looked towards Brian and me, she gave a polite, casual, neighborly wave. I smiled and waved back. Brian glanced at her, immediately smiled and contributed his own silent greeting. Our chat took a pause as we both allowed our gaze to linger over her body, our minds engaged with similar lusts and thoughts no doubt. The difference was Brian was a wild, single guy following his high profile divorce of less than two years previous. I was a happily, married, faithful hubby.
I am certain that Brian mentally undressed her and fantasy-fucked her before she got another fifty feet down that sidewalk. Moments later he headed back across the street to his house. I suppose that before Liz had enough time to get inside her own home, undress, and hit the shower, Brian had already jerked a cumshot in her honor.
But I walked back in the house in response to wifey's dinner call. I stored the images of Liz, once again, in my mind. Usually I recall fresh updates to my mental lust index within minutes, if not hours. Dinner was abruptly cut short by an unexpected visit by wifey's sister and her husband. More times than I could count I had stocked my mental lust index with fresh images of wifey's sister. Tonight I did so, but with a sense of distraction. I was eager to devote my attention to Liz.
After my sister and brother-in-law left, wifey and I went to our bedroom to watch TV. As I watched her shed her clothes, I eagerly watched as her naked body emerged. She always slept naked, at my request. The routine and uneventful way she got undressed was certainly a far cry from any strip tease. But it merged with my smoldering lust for Liz.
As we both slid under the blankets, our two, naked, married bodies politely respected each others space. I laid on my side, propping my head in my hand with my elbow supporting it, facing wifey as we both watched the last half of her favorite show, NCIS.
