"Can you help me take these bags out, please?" Claire Lin called up to her husband from the kitchen. No answer. Grumbling, she picked up the black plastic bag and hauled it down the back steps to the back door. She flipped on the outside light couldn't help notice her reflection in the glass, the slim silhouette of her figure, the way her black hair cascaded down her shoulders Pocahontas-style, the slant of her eyes that even the hazy shimmer in the glass seemed to convey mystery and mischief.
She smiled at herself, knowing she this much sexiness deserved—no, demanded!—attention. Real attention. The attention of a young man.
She thought of James, her 18 year old neighbor, thought of how just the briefest flashing of the crease between her legs had caused him to become hard in an instant—and to astonishing proportions.
Yes, that kind of attention is what she deserved. That much cock, too, she admitted to herself as she pushed open the door and walked to the garage.
But when she got to the trash cans under the light, her mood evaporated as she saw the mess left all over the ground. Goddamn raccoons! She gritted her teeth and started cleaning up. After picking up some of the bags and tissue paper from off the ground, she stood and looked around and noticed a light on in a second floor window in her neighbor's house. James? She wondered.
She looked around to see if her husband—or anyone—was looking before creeping towards the shrubs, staying in the shadow of the old maple beside the driveway. Pushing aside the strong smelling leaves of the evergreen bushes she was able to get a direct look at the upstairs window. And what she saw made her gasp.
There, in bright light framed by the darkness of the house, stood James, his huge erection in hand, stroking it rhythmically. She stayed in the shadows, mesmerized by the sight, his slim body naked and lit in the bright light of the room, his cock long and thick in his hands. Oh, James, she whispered. Oh James, you naughty boy...
Just then the back door at the neighbor's house opened and the young man's father walked out, grumbling to himself as he too took the trash to the backyard. She gasped in surprise and the man paused and seemed to look right at her in the shrubs. She closed her eyes. The moment hung. Chancing a glance, she finally saw him turn away, shrugging as he went about his chore.
She waited in the shadows, not daring to look or move until the squat man went back inside. When she looked up again, the light had gone out; James was gone.
She nearly cried in frustration before backing out of the shrubs, stumbling a little and getting sticks and branches in her hair.
When she went back in the house, her husband couldn't understand how she had gotten so dirty. Or why she became so horny. But she rode him that night anyway; her mind filled with thoughts of young James and his huge cock.
The next morning she woke up feeling somehow excited about the day- a feeling she hadn't had in ages, it seemed. The sun streamed through the lacy curtains of her bedroom and already her pussy was moist. Something was going to happen, she knew; she could just feel it. She paused for a moment before the floor length mirror, admired her toned abs, her gorgeous alabaster legs, her hair that looked like a bird-nest testament to love. She smoothed her hair down and then ran her hands across her taut flesh, stopping at the smoothly-clipped pubic hair before continuing to her little purple and pink slit. She smiled at herself as she took a tiny white robe off the stand and wrapped up, belting it across her midriff, happy it still revealed most of her legs.
She strolled through the house to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter as the coffee brewed. Outside, the morning sun made the pool sparkle and thick shrubs surrounding it bright green. She decided to take her coffee out onto the sunny tiles of the patio. As she walked out, she noticed the bananas in a bowl on the stand, and grabbed one, only half noticing how long and thick it was. She strolled around the pool, closing her eyes and basking in the warm sunshine on her face. Glanced over the shrubs to the neighbors, at the window she had looked in the night before, she chanced a wicked smile and tiny wave. She put her coffee on the little metal table on the patio and with her free hand loosened the belt around her waist. Grinning, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and actually reached inside to caress her already hard nipples.
She let out a soft moan before giggling and tightening up the robe. I'm so naughty! She told herself, grinning.
Placing the banana down, she skipped across the still damp grass to the see the neighbor's driveway. The Toyota was gone! Oh my god, could I?
She went back to the patio, but the sun had moved and now shone on the small wooden deck just outside the back door. Picking up her coffee and the banana, she strolled over to the wooden patio recliner and sat back, eyes closed. She opened up the robe and spread her legs to greet the morning sun. The sun lapping her wet labia, she gently stroked her clitoris.. It grew hard under her ministrations.. oh yes... oh that's nice.. she whispered.
A twig cracked somewhere across the yard. Is that you, James? Watch me, James, watch me as I think of your big hard cock.
Lying back, she placed the tip of the banana against her clit and slowly rubbed. Moaning softly, she gently pushed it against her slick hole; the skin of the banana, now slick with her own juices, felt cool against her growing heat. She pressed harder, and the tip of the banana penetrated her; she gasped, opening her eyes. Across the yard, she saw the branches of the shrubs twitch and sway. James?... she whispered again, as she slid the banana further up her soaking hole. With a in and out motion, she gently urged the now slippery banana further up her pussy, all the while panting James.. over and over again. She closed her eyes and began caressing the skin of her smooth inner thighs with her free hand, guiding her long elegant nails further down to her now pussy-soaked rectum. As she pumped the banana deeper into her pussy, she softly played with her so-sensitive anus. Breathing deeply, she slowly pressed a finger to her sphincter and gently pressed. Oh god! she gasped as her finger popped into her rectum.
