I had been watching her since she moved in, first out of curiosity, then desire settled in, and I became her stalker. Not to harm her but to observe wonder and desire from afar. Then one day, I got a note in my mailbox written on a piece of white paper in beautiful cursive writing that said, "do you like what you see?"
Somehow, I knew it was from her, Saree, that's her name. I had asked the gossip in the neighborhood. They were quick to tell me all about her marital status (divorced and no kids), job (elementary school), and age (40). I listened to the gossip and made plans to make my introduction to the new member of our neighborhood. The next day I introduced myself under the guise of helping her with her yard as it was quickly reaching the level of Jurassic Park in the backyard and was not much better in the front. After the introduction, I set to work with Saree's eyes now on me.
I thought, still, my beating heart, ovaries, and the rest of my body as Saxon introduced himself and volunteered to help me with my yard. Coming out of my mental drooling as he gave me his killer smile that did crazy things to my girly bits. Looking appreciatively at the young man in front of me with an emphasis on young, I took in his at least 6 ft tall, rock-hard body. Recognizing that Saxon had been blessed with good genes and hard work on his part with a sense of swoon-worthy manly grace. Then I realized that Saxon was checking me out, and he liked an older woman with tone curves. At first, I didn't know what to say or do, so I gave him a none-eye connecting smile as my brain and body tried to adjust. It didn't help that my pussy had developed a heartbeat.
Turning the space between my legs into a sauna, I was sure that if I looked down, I would see that my nipples were making themselves noticeable by pushing against the material of my blue cotton tee shirt. About to tell on me to Saxon and anyone present, I quickly made some excuse. I returned to my house and the shower. At this point, I knew that only a cold shower would do. Once there, with water running over me, my fingers found my pussy and went to work to ease the fire Saxon had created. I gave myself over to all the things that came to mind. What I wanted to do to that young man and what I would love for him to do to me! I should have been ashamed of myself, but there was no shame in my game as it had been so long since I had been intimate with a man. Keeping in mind that what happened in the shower would stay between me and it, I closed my eyes and gave in to the need to let my imagination lead. I started by imaging his large hands on my body and his mouth tasting me here and there. Touching and tasting as he went causing me to flick my clit faster and harder as my left hand moved to my left breast teasing my nipple. It made my skin sensitive to the shower water raining down on me as I gave myself over to Saxon.
I looked for Saree, wondering if she wanted to do something with the overgrown flower beds. I entered her house after knocking on the door twice. I called her name. Seeing boxes most unopen everywhere, I wandered among them, calling Saree's name, still no answer, but then I heard the sound of running water. I arrived at the bathroom door and noticed it was not closed. I considered returning later, but the door was open enough to peek inside to see a naked woman in the glass-walled shower. The steam from the shower and what I saw had me getting hot and sweaty all over. I could now see what the covering of clothing hinted at, damn! Water from the shower glistens on Saree's warm brown skin highlighting every curve, plane, and valley of her back, ass, and athletic legs. An added accent was Saree's dark hair, and the curls weighted down by the water drops that clung to her hair hung down her back, ending just above the top of her lush, round ass. There was not a part of my body that was hard, hot, and wanting because of the view, but that was not what got me. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, and then I heard her say my name. It can out deep and throaty, immersed in a sensual moan that caused droplets of precum to stain the material covering the head of my cock. I'm not sure when I did it, but I found myself standing in the bathroom outside the shower's glass wall facing Saree, seeming to know I was there and turning to face me. We just looked at each other, taking in the view. Saree in all her naked feminine glory and me with my cock now in hand, hard, wet, and throbbing with its bulbous head dripping precum.
I couldn't believe my eyes, or maybe I was dreaming. I decided to go with it. Desire moved me closer to the shower's glass wall where Saxon was standing. After all, I had been thinking about Saxon as I finger fucking myself there. He stood with his impressive cock in hand, jerking off as if he were offering it to me. This sight sent my mind reeling and fingers moving faster as I took in his golden sun-kissed skin, impressive pecs, and that cock! I started drooling as watching him, feeling my body become more responsive to the vision than the imagining.
Regarding the rise of my orgasm and knowing that my legs would give out on me, I moved back and slid down the shower walls to sit on the floor. Once there, I spread my bent legs wide, giving Saxon a view of my pussy in all its hot, wet swollen glory. With my eyes on his, forgetting my early misgivings about him being too young, I started stroking my pussy again, this time for his pleasure. Thus, Saxon and I lost ourselves in mutual masturbation. Both of us gave our all and wanted more as the power of the ultimate release grew more robust and demanding. As sweat mixed with the moisture from the shower, coating our skin and soaking our hair, we started to ride the wave of orgasmic release.
I came with the nipple of my right breast in my mouth and fingers in my pussy, teasing and driving my orgasm to reduce me to a withering mass of releasing desire on the tile floor of the shower, causing me to lose sight of Saxon. When I could see again, the shower water had cooled to the point that the tiles underneath me were cold. Moving slowly, I got up and turned off the shower, and in somewhat of a daze, I made my way out, only to stop in front of the glass wall to the shower. At this point, I was starting to convince myself that what Saxon and I had shared was just a fantasy, but then I saw the drying white milky substance on the surface of the glass wall. In sizeable clear print was the number 21. I stared at it for a moment as the remains of my orgasm worked their way around my body, and through my mind sending out little tingles of sensual bliss, I smiled.
Well, at least Saxon is legal, I thought as I walked out of the bathroom.