Nikki watched as the young black man went about cutting her yard. Her eyes never left the not-quite-solid form as he carefully clipped her yard, removing the first wild growth of Spring from everyone's sight.
And, not for the first time, she squeezed her thighs tight, feeling her dripping sex ooze into her silk panties. Again, she found herself wanting to feel his body against hers. She bit her lip, trying desperately to purge her mind from such thoughts. After all,... she WAS fifty-seven years old.
Not that anyone knew exactly. She'd always prided herself on keeping a semi-ageless air about her. Having a full mane of shimmering blonde hair helped. So did the very subtle but definitely there wrinkles... that could easily come from a thirty-something working long hours at the office. Indeed... she was fifty-seven... and horny nearly every minute of the day.
When she first saw him, she knew. She wanted him. Not because he was black, she wasn't shallow in that regard at all. She wanted him because he didn't fit in. He wore a duster when the weather got cold. Often on hot days, he wore a club shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Then there was the silver hoop earring. Styled like the ones those overly pierced kids loved, it sported a wolf's head bead. In fact,... the image of a wolf was the only constant thing on him; the hemp necklace also held a silver wolf's head pendant.
And on his right shoulder..., which dripped with sweat she longed to lick off..., was a wolf's head tattoo. It rippled as his body finally betrayed some of his power.
She knew she was going to do it. She couldn't stop it. Taking a glass of wine with her, she stepped onto the balcony overlooking her back yard. Her white bathrobe tightly pulled against her. Left.... then right. Back and forth he moved. Patient. Careful. A professional. He was so dedicated. He didn't fit in... and seemed comfortable with this odd fact of Life. He always has a warm smile for her, no matter what his day was like. Smiling, she sat the glass of wine down on a glass tabletop and stood there, one hand idly caressing her large, lust bloated breasts.
It was the only kink in her plan. She was overweight. Only 168 pounds at a height of 5'5", but it was enough. She longed to be a slender woman, but nature had always denied her more than a moment of being a skinny beautiful woman. Nikki shook her head, chuckling softly.
She couldn't help it. Her hand slid inside her robe, finding one stiff nipple waiting for a touch of flesh. As soon as one finger slid across the ultra-sensitive nubbin of flesh, she moaned. It apparently caught his attention. His head dipped slightly, a sign she came to recognize. He'd heard her. She wanted to stop... but could not. Her cunt was ablaze. Her mind became clouded by Lust. The other hand pulled aside the crotch area of the robe and cupped her mound, freshly shaven last night.
She saw it. Like the glow from a far off forest fire, his eyes came alive as they looked at her. She wanted to stop. She was fifty-seven years old and masturbating in front of an eighteen year old. Someone who lived just across the street. She was definitely doing something dangerous... but his reaction. He liked what he saw. One finger slid into her soaked sex. Again, she moaned, this time boring her gaze into his. His eyes flicked to the sliding glass doors, then back to her. One eyebrow lifted slightly as he turned off the lawnmower. Before she could form the thought, she nodded, watching as he lowered his head and made his way into her home.
And she waited.
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She heard the door to her bedroom open. Still she did not turn around, her hands frozen in place. Her mind opened, searching for any sign of...
She saw his hands. They moved slowly, encircling her waist. Her hands immediately left her body, wrapping themselves around her back... and his. One quick pull and the belt holding her robe close went slack. So did her robe. Her body, however, was anything but slack. Nearly fifteen years had passed since she'd known another's touch. Now...
She turned around. His eyes burned with lust... and confusion and more than a bit of fear. He seemed... smaller. More delicate. Nikki smiled, shrugging the cotton garment off of her body. He gasped, looking at her as if she were a goddess or model. He DID like her body... just as much as he apparently liked her company. She placed one hand gently on his chest. The heat from his work... and his passion... scorched through her arm, adding fuel to her own growing lust.
She bored her gaze into the crotch of his shorts. The baggy fabric showed little outline, and she had a feeling it was done on purpose. Everything he did had more than one goal. Not only did he look good, but also his clothing was functional. He loved pockets; it was his one clothing obsession. Now she wondered if one of those pockets held a small stash of condoms. Not that she wanted him to use one. She could not have children. Three spoiled brats were more than enough. More... she wanted to feel his cum. In her. On her. Wherever... she wanted to bathe in male seed.
He obeyed the silent command. She watched as he unbuckled his belt... then twist his hips just slightly. At his command, the cargo shorts ghosted onto the floor with even less sound. Not even the metal on the belt clinked as the garment appeared on the floor. Yet that was secondary. Nikki stared at nine inches of young black cock.
Cock. Dick. A thick, pulsating male member. And it was hers. Gone was the fear. Vanished were all doubts. Like a zombie, Nikki slid gracefully to her knees... only to have him pull her up. She looked at him. He... was smiling. A mirthful smile. One eyebrow jerked skyward. Then... he was at her crotch.
