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...
