It was Saturday Morning. Which meant that Miss Victoria Gardenia was outside working on something in her back yard. It had been her way since I was eight years old... back when she had a husband. Back when she always looked... sad. Ten years and only two things had changed... her marital status and the look of sadness.
I rose and headed for the window that let me have an uninterrupted view of her back yard. It was huge, and was decorated in a tasteful array of trees, bushes and flowered pathways. A pool was placed perfectly on a slightly raised hillock. The pathway from the house to it was lined with bonsai trees. Small little expanses of Zen. I remembered when she planted them. Her face seemed focused on her work. I smiled, remembering how I'd spent an entire Saturday just watching her prune one bush.
Today she was looking at a tree. It was the only real blemish on her land. Why blemish? Well... it was the only evergreen on her property. Just inside the fifteen foot wall keeping the woods at bay there were countless evergreens. Oaks. Other trees I'd be hard pressed to identify. Flowers. Animals. Inside that wall things were carefully maintained and controlled.
I was about to hit the shower when I caught sight of what she was wearing. Had I been more awake the obvious change would have slapped me in the face instead of struggling to slide its way into my conscious mind. She was wearing a sundress.
Since I'd taken to peeking in on her Saturday routine, she'd always worn work clothes. Overalls. A shirt. And a wide-brimmed straw hat. I'd seen her in formal gowns, business attire and that same Saturday outfit. ONLY in those forms of dress. This time... she was having an easy day. I stared at her for a few more moments before hitting the shower.
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Clean and dry, I locked my door. The house was empty; the rents were off in New Orleans for the Summer. Again. My sister was in Washington State working at a restaurant. Which left me alone. Cool; I could indulge in some of my more hedonistic pleasures. Like sipping wine while watching movies. The official title for everything I was doing was Dorking Out. I sat in front of the window, still nude, and started packing a cigarillo with marijuana.
Victoria was still standing at the pine tree. I noticed a small ring of roses around it... the only roses she ever kept. Then she bent over.
It was another strange thing. She was a proper lady, that much I knew. She always...ALWAYS... knelt when she had to pick up anything. Especially if some guy wasn't quick to impress her with his Southern Gentlemanliness. I know... I always gave her a hand whenever the opportunity arose. Why not, she always smiled this wonderful smile. Even thought I'm black I knew I was blushing when she looked at me. I always fancied that her eyes lingered just a touch longer on me than anyone else. So to see her bent over, that plump wide ass spreading the thin fabric of her sundress was startling... and erotic. VERY erotic.
It was probably because of her that my interest always ran to plump white women. I watched as she straightened up. She was very beautiful. Always had been. In that golden sundress she looked like a raven-haired...
"Where's your hat?" I knew she had black hair. Midnight black with a few ghostly strands of gray here and there. Yet she always... ALWAYS... wore it up on a neat, conservative bun. Not the totally relaxed... and infinitely sensual... style she sported now. It hung down her back, coming to what I judged to be the center of her back. I looked down; the neo-blunt was finished. Suddenly I didn't want to smoke up. I forgot my wine. I wanted to know why Victoria had changed her MO so suddenly.
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I rose, still naked, and walked over to my window. There was no way she could see me; I had the window replaced with a specially polarized one when I was sixteen. Dad had allowed me to smoke weed then... after having caught me more times than I cared to count. Being a chef, he understood more than I thought possible. Even helped me check my growing addiction. Thanks to him I was more open minded than most people, which tended to isolate me. Yet I still managed to make a few friends here and there.
Another thing that my father gave me was the ability to notice when something was wrong... and the Itch. I had to know the Why Behind. Change happened; that's just a fact of Life. But knowing and understanding the Why Behind was something few tried to do. Like my father, I had a NEED to understand and know the Why Behind. Victoria Gardenia had changed her pattern. It wasn't the anniversary of her divorce. It wasn't her birthday or those of either of her parents. She'd changed ten years of formality.
Then I saw her turn around. Turn completely around... until she was facing my window. Her eyes locked onto my window. No... they were locked onto MY EYES!!! My brow furrowed as I remember a... curious... look on my father's face as he left for the Big Sleazy. I grinned slightly and tapped the glass silently. Victoria was blushing... and eventually turned her head away. But I could still see that smile. That same honest smile. And the lust that lingered on the corners of her lips.
