Everyone has heard the stories of the "special" effects of Spanish Fly, in most cases; it is a placebo that does nothing more than making you think it is working, when you slip it in the glass of some poor unsuspecting female. This is a tale of a product that actually works called "Male Factor" an herbal product that increases or releases male hormone into the blood stream. The local health guru Gloria had talked about it at a group meetings and Karen picked some up, she figured why not. "Be careful, you'll be riding the washing machine," Gloria had laughed.
That following Saturday Mitch went out to work on the yard, with five acres, it takes time to clean up the leaves and trim the trees; Karen took two of the Male Factor tablets and headed off to the shower. She removed her tank top, shorts and panties and was looking in the mirror at the 40+ woman looking back; she wondered what had happened to the sexy young thing that used to stand there. "Mitch tells me how beautiful I am but I remember when my 38D's sat higher on my chest and the nipples pointed forward instead of sloping down" she thought to herself. The hourglass figure of her youth was still there but children and time had added some inches. The twenty-minute shower helped her attitude and made her feel much better. Karen was toweling off her breasts when the terry cloth rolled over them making the nipples erect, she looked again at the mirror her skin still damp and glistening, "maybe Mitch was right," she thought. She examined her breasts and slid her hands down her waist, the exercise program and health kick she and Mitch had been active in was working, her blond bush was full but not overly hairy, her hips widened out much like the 50's pinup girls Mitch had hanging from the walls of his shop. "Not bad." she commented out loud, "I can still turn a head or two." Karen felt a bit of a twinge between her legs as she thought about how Mitch's friends looked at her when wearing the certain outfits. "Men are pigs, but cleavage will get you what ever you want," she giggled to herself. She finished drying off, wrapped a towel around her hair and went upstairs to get a glass of ice tea.
Mitch was working the yard, he had spent a number of years getting it set so they had out own private play area, trees and shrubs surround the place so the outside world can't see the backyard. He loves to watch Karen suntan so he made sure she did not worry about the neighbors. Mostly Karen did it for him, it kept him going trying to watch and not let her catch him staring, and it was an unspoken game they played. Karen's mind wandered into a daydream with Mitch staring at her nude body while talking with Curt, (Mitch's best friend) both of them watching... Karen came out of her daze clearing the thought, even though it excited her. She blushed at the improper thought of someone else seeing her naked. Turned on, to say the least, suddenly Karen suddenly realized she was still naked and was standing in the middle of the kitchen looking out at the road, her head and chest framed in the window of the door if anyone had looked in... Karen's were nipples hard, her pussy wet, and her mind going wild with lustful thoughts, the pills had kicked in.
Her modesty brought her back to reality, when Karen heard the hammers banging next door, looking out the dining room window the small crew was starting to work on the house next door, they had been slowly building it for months. A young man looked towards her house as she stepped out of sight. "Had he seen me?" The very thought sent a new wave of excitement through Karen. Never having been much of an exhibitionist, a tease, yes, but never fully exposed. Suddenly she was excited just fantasizing about someone else seeing her naked. She glanced out the window from the side to see if he was still looking, while not exposing herself. The young man was working with his back to her, shirtless his lean tanned back rippled as he hung up the siding. Absent-mindedly she played with the hair at the top of her mound, her fingers bumped against the folds of her moist lips sending a shower of sensation through her body, her eyes closed for a moment enjoying the pleasure. When they opened, the young carpenter was gone and she was again standing in front of a window exposed to the world.
Karen stepped back from the window, blushing again, "What are you thinking?" she said to herself, then retreated downstairs, drying her hair. The daylight basement opened on to the patio and the backyard where Mitch was working. Karen slipped on a light robe, yellow with pink pokadots that came down about mid thigh length, it was almost transparent. "If I can't have the boy, then Mitch can scratch my itch." She giggled at the thought of teasing Mitch.
Mitch was topping some trees out, by cutting the tops they would bush out below helping with the privacy of the backyard. The house being built was close to their property line and he knew it could become an issue with Karen's sunbathing if she thought they could see her. So here he was, branch loppers in hand, standing on a ladder trimming the top and shaping the bottoms. He heard Karen come out of the house; he watched as she placed her glass on the table and opened the "beer fridge" door. They kept beer and wine along with a good selection of cigars in there, Mitch guessed the cigar was what she was after. Karen had developed a taste for them over the years and smoked more of them then he did. She bent over reaching into the crisper drawer on the bottom where they kept them confirming his suspicion, he expected to see the grey shorts she normally wore around the house, but as she bent over her robe rode up exposing her ass to him. Even from hundred feet away he could tell she was wearing nothing underneath.
A light breeze contacted Karen's moist underside as she bent over to grab a cigar from the fridge, the tingle felt wonderful. She found the one she wanted then grabbed a beer for Mitch. "I might as well start the game," she looked over to where he was at the end of the trees. That half of the trees had been the year before, so the new lower growth had not filled in completely on that section of trees but it should be enough, with the robe covering her. "Ready for a beer Hon?" she raised her voice enough he could hear her.
"Sure," Mitch looked over to see Karen with a beer raised in her hand her robe sliding up exposing the bottom of her bush. He started to climb down to join her.
"Stay there," she spoke loud enough to stop him half way down, "I'll bring it to you." so he went back to work trimming.
Next-door the crew was on a break also, they heard the beer offer and commented amongst them selves how good a beer would taste right now. The young fellow, Jimmy, that Karen had seen before was in his early twenties, the second, Red was just a bit older and Bill the boss was well into his thirties. Bill sat leaning on the back staircase looking towards the trees; the two boys were facing him with their backs to them.
"I wish a pretty lady would bring me a beer."
"He is a lucky bastard, she is good looking too."
"She's a MILF... Holy shit!" Bill had caught a glimpse of Karen walking toward Mitch. "Quietly boys, turn and look through the trees."
Karen, beer in one hand and her glass of tea in the other started across the yard, a light breeze blew her robe open at the waist where the ties were, exposing her lower half to him. With her hands full, there was nothing much Karen could do about it, but keep walking. She felt the ties slipping apart so by the time she had covered half the distance down the tree line the robe was open, barely clinging to her breasts. As if on cue, when she reached the new growth trees he was been working on, a breeze blew the robe off her breasts exposing her fully. Nearly naked, even if it was only Mitch watching, excited her. She shrugged her shoulders letting the robe slip down to her elbows as Mitch nearly fell off the ladder climbing down.
"You look..." he searched for the right word "...GOOD!" as she handed him his beer.
"Only good?" she questioned, as she dropped the robe to the ground and spun slowly, posing for him.
