The second window
"So you're putting a new shed up for the Smith's tomorrow?"
"Yes Morris, her old man asked me while he's away watching the cricket all weekend."
"The cricket you say?"
"Yes, why what's that little grin for?"
"Well I saw him in the town car park picking up Jenny this morning."
"So he was probably just giving her a lift home."
"Well she had a holdall, and she kissed him on the lips, and then they drove out of the car park, and turned left, not right."
"Well the sneaky bastard, off for a dirty weekend with Jenny no doubt."
The first window
"Do you need a hand?"
I look up at her, she stands over me looking into the shed, as I sit rearranging her husband's tool box, so the tools fit in properly and the lid will close. She doesn't wait for an answer she goes in the shed. I watch her put one leg over a trunk, her skirt rises a little. I can see the gusset part of her tights, which hangs down a little off her panties. I can see right through the thin light brownish mesh to the shed beyond. She reaches up and pulls down a coil of rope hanging off the nail. I quickly lower my head as she turns round. She's wearing flat shoes now, but she still looks like a goddess. She throws the rope out of the shed, and then steps back in to get something else. I watch her leg muscles tighten as she stretches again, and this time she bends a little, and I can see pink panties. I just stare at her, feeling my fingers tremble and goose bumps climbing up my back to my neck.
She bends forward a little awkwardly to lower two paint tins to the ground, and her blouse drops a little at the top. I see flesh, and a flash of dark blue bra cup. She moves back in to reach for something else. I smile as she takes great care to avoid a spider's web, as she delicately picks her way to the back of the shed. Even her awkward movements have a grace about them. It's like Sylvia is in an alien world, well it is a shed which is really a man's place. She is being extra careful, twisting her foot this way and that for fear of hurting her herself.
The phone goes in the house and she mumbles to herself, and goes back in the house to answer it. My mind is playing over what I've seen, and how wonderful those short couple of minutes were. I bring myself back to the real world, and get on with what I'm doing.
I'm staring at an empty shed, as she comes out carrying her purse. She hands me a pound note and I feel her fingers touch mine. I thank her.
"Do you want me to put it all back in the new shed when it comes?"
"Um, I hadn't really thought about that."
"You don't have to pay me again."
"I don't mind. Do you think it will rain, I don't want this getting wet?"
I look up at the sky, and shrug as she looks at me.
"Well thanks for your help."
No not yet. I don't want to go yet.
"Is there anything else you need doing?"
She stops from walking back to the house. I feel my spirits rise as she thinks for a while.
"No I don't think there is anything else, but thank you for asking."
My heart sinks.
I walk up the road clutching the pound note Sylvia gave me. I can remember the touch of her fingers on mine. I can see the thin material of her tights hanging below the hem of her skirt in my mind. I watched her ankle too as she placed her foot delicately down by the old trunk, and the way her skirt went tight, as she spread her legs. Shit I've gone past my gate! I turn and go back, aware I was daydreaming too much.
The second window
I'm looking at the photos I paid Tim for. There she is with his cock resting on her lips, her eyes are closed, and she's totally out of it. I could do without the cock in the picture, but then again I'd love it to have been my cock. The next photo is of her pink cunt with a nicely trimmed thatch of black hair. The next photo is of Tim sucking her nipple in his mouth, and the last one I've got is him kissing her on the cheek. Her eyes are closed, and she is totally oblivious to what is happening. I put the photos down, take off my glasses, and lay back in my bed dreaming of fucking Sylvia. There are more photos, but that bastard wants more money. Then of course there is the film of him fucking her, which I would have to pay a whole lot more to see.
We've knocked down her old shed, and started putting up the new one. She comes out with a tray with cups of tea for me and the boys. I still can't believe I had my cock buried in her tight pussy last weekend. I've shown the lads the photo of her pussy. What makes it so amazing is she is totally unaware. My mates George and Hank just stare at her, with longing in their eyes. Of course I neglected to tell them she had been given a sleeping pill. They want a go with her, obviously, but the two simpletons, who are putting the shed up, while I supervise, have been told no way. I have promised to show them more photos when the work is done.
She's wearing a green dress, which flares out when she walks. It has got white plastic buttons down the front, and two white bits of piping near the hem. The dress is a few inches off her knee. As she walks the dress opens a little to the lowest button and we get a flash of her thighs sheathed in brown tights. It's a real fucking tease, because I'm sure if the last button on her dress was an inch higher we'd see panties.
Her hair is held up in a green nylon scarf, which you can see her lovely black hair through. I never noticed how green her eyes are, but they sort of go with the dress. The top of the dress comes down in a U shape, just enough to give a hint of the flesh of her breasts. She's got black slippers on with a heel and a band of fluff over the top, also in black. Her toes stick out the end and I can see they are painted in a soft pink. I've got this thing about toes; I spent a few minutes with them jammed in my mouth, savouring the sweet aroma of her feet, and the nylon while she was out of it. I'm not showing anyone those photos because I don't want them thinking I'm weird.
"Any biscuits love?"
She smiles at Hank, and goes back in the house, and then comes out with a few biscuits on a plate, how sweet. It is time I showed the idiots I'm working with just how friendly I am with Sylvia, but I have pre-warned them she might pull away. I told them she doesn't want everyone knowing she is a bored housewife.
"So what do you reckon Sylvia?" I say, slipping my hand over her shoulder and leaving it there.
God he stinks of sweat.
I smile a little, as he tells me the roof will be on in a couple of hours. His hand slips down and round my waist; he's like a bloody leech. I know he's looking down the front of my dress on the sly, so I pull away a little and he lets go. The other two are watching me, the thin pale guy called Hank keeps grinning at me. His eyes have followed me every time I've come out the back of the house. The other one George isn't as bad, at least he tries to hide watching me. As for Tim, he scares me a little; he seems to think we are friends.
"I have to go to the shop, will you be alright?"
"Sure thing, love."
She's gone back in the house, and I get the guys up to get on with it. I pick up the tray with the empty cups on.
"You guys get that roof on, I'm a just nipping in to sort her out," I whisper.
"I thought she said she was going down the shop?"
"Hank don't be brain dead old mate, she will be, but not until we've had a bit of fun. She whispered to me to come in for a quickie. Now you get that roof sorted."
10 minutes later I come back out the house. Hank points with the screwdriver at my open zip, and where I pulled my shirt out of it.
"Oh shit thanks mate," I say, winking at him.
"So did you fuck her?" George asks.
I wave him down off the ladder. George rolls a cigarette and then hands it to me.
"Look you two," I say, pointing at them in turn with my finger, "You don't tell anyone about Sylvia and me, got it?"
They nod, like the dummies they are, and I smile.
"She waited in the kitchen, and before I had even put the tray down she was pulling my zip down. I told her to hang on a minute, but she groaned and said she couldn't wait. She was on her fucking knees and got my cock out. I tell you boys; she just pushed those pink painted lips over my cock, and sucked me for all she was worth."
"You were only gone 10 minutes, so you didn't fuck then?"
"Nah, she was worried in case you came in looking for me. I did ask if she wanted a fucking, but she said she wanted to suck me, like I like. I swear she got her hands on my hips and wouldn't let go. Now usually we take our time, you know, I lick her for a while, and get her good and ready, and then we fuck for hours, but not today. Boys, she fucking swallowed the lot."
"Tim, don't get me wrong, but how do we know you ain't making that up?" George asks.
