Chapter 2 "I Dream of Gilfie"
As Solon Cain readies himself for bed, he looks out his window and i noticed he has a view into Miss Margaret's bedroom. She's undressing. His breath catches in his throat and his heartbeat speeds up. He goes to turn away, but instead turns out his light. She slowly takes off her red blouse to reveal a black laced bra and casually tosses her blouse onto her bed. She then removes her pants to reveal matching lace garters and stockings. Solon can't look away. His dick is engorged and he lowers himself to his bed before he collapses onto it.
"This isn't right. I should not be looking at Miss Margaret this way." He tells himself, but still, he can't look away. "Miss Margaret is so hot." he finds himself saying.
Solon turns away and goes into his connected bathroom to shower. He lets the warm water flow over him to wash away the day and notices his dick is a pulsating, raging inferno and changes the shower temperature to cold.
After several minutes of cold water bombarding his skin, he regains his composure and lathers up to clean himself. He rinses off, exfoliates with a loofah wrap and herbal shower gel, and then rinses off again. He exhales, heartily, feeling the tension drain from him. He wraps a towel around his waist, brushes his teeth, and enters his bedroom.
As I walk into my room, I see Miss Margaret is still there, but topless. I can't help but stare at her full breasts as they jiggle slightly while she moves about. Her stomach is toned.
"Miss Margaret has a six-pack." I mumble to myself.
I really notice her curvy hips and juicy behind. She turns my way and I dash to turn my bathroom light off. She turns away to do things in her room. I can't turn away. I continue to watch her.
Margaret pauses in her actions to glance over at the window. Solon freezes as she looks right at him.
"Oh crap," he says, barely above a whisper.
"Miss Margaret is looking right at me." Solon realizes
Margaret catches Solon's gaze and smiles seductively, giving a little wave before going back to whatever she was doing. A thrill runs down Solon's spine as he feels his arousal return with a vengeance. He waves back nervously and feels his heart race even faster. Her seductive smile and playful wave only serve to fuel his arousal. He continues to look on, dumbfounded.
Margaret turns around and is caught off-guard as she notices Solon's towel and its inability to conceal his excitement at seeing her body. Her breath catches and a trickle of love juice runs down her leg.
Solon notices Miss Margaret stop and stare, and when he realizes where her eyes are directed, he dashes into his bed and under his covers. Solon inhales slowly and deeply, holds for four seconds, and slowly exhales.
"Combat breathing, dad called it. Inhale for four... Exhale for four."
Solon repeats this process for several minutes until he succumbs to sleep.
At the same time, Margaret clenches her pc muscles as she makes her way to the bed and onto her new incontinent pad and intensifies the contraction, then rubs herself until she releases. She then folds the pad and places it on the floor and turns in for the night.
In the morning, another car shows up with the same friends, but another one is driving. Solon looks over at Margaret in her kitchen window and he waves goodbye as he gets into the car. She smiles as she watches the car speed down the street. Margaret sips her coffee and looks at a yoga advertisement in her mail.
"I could use some relaxing exercise." she muses and heads upstairs to change.
Margaret returned from the yoga class, which she found relaxing. At the same time, the poses aroused her as she considered various sexual positions she would like to explore with Solon during her movements.
"I'm hornier than ever!" Margaret fusses. "Hell!"
Margaret showers and allows the warm water to transport her. She slowly breathes the steam from her shower in and out for several minutes before washing and exfoliating. Margaret towels off and lies down for a nap. Upon waking from her nap, she dresses and checks out her lawn she's been letting grow and smiles.
Soon Solon arrives home and talks with his friends a moment before they drive off. He looks over at her window and notices she is not there. He looks for a few seconds and Margaret smiles while she watches him from another part of the house. He turns and goes inside.
"He misses me." she muses as her lips curl into a smile.
Later, when Solon does not come over, Margaret's head lowers slightly, her brows furrow, her lips press together, and her shoulders droop. She draws her knees to her chest, curls up on her couch, and wonders if last night scared Solon off. She wants to go apologize and...
"Maggie, get your ass together." she sternly says to herself." It has been a long time. Stop acting like a girl in high school. Solon wants you just as much as you want him. Give him time." She takes a calming breath and picks up her novel, wondering where her favorite Spartan will find himself next.
Solon is frustrated having read the same chapter several times and is no closer to understanding angular momentum with applied Calculus.