Earlier this summer Hurricane Faye came roaring thru Florida. Not much damage,but our yard was a disaster. We have a corner lot, its huge! And it was so hot and sticky...I decided my poor husband deserved a reward. So I text messaged the following to him as he worked, a paragraph at a time. I guess he enjoyed it- he came in and bent me over a barstool!!!!
Her husband was busy at the office, again! He loved her, she knew, but his work seemed to always come first, and sometimes she felt so sad, so lonely. And there he was, the beautiful young man her husband had hired as grounds keeper. She'd try to stay away from him all day, played several tough games of tennis, spent forever in the whirlpool, but now she was home and as always she was drawn to her bedroom window to watch him as he worked.
Wearing only a short kimono robe and her panties she stood watching him working one floor beneath her.
She loved to watch the way his muscles moved under his skin, like watching a big cat-graceful and powerful at the same time. She loved the way his skin shone with sweat in the baking Florida sun, couldn't help but think about his wet skin sliding against hers...
Her hands started to drift over her own skin, her face, her throat, her breasts. Slowly she caressed her body, her hands moving over her belly then below the waistband of her panties.
She was so wet, hot and silky, so ready to be loved. Her lips parted as her head fell back, her finger circling her clit...
She was so lost in her fantasy that she never heard him come into the house. He had called for her but she was in another world. He came into the room behind her and started to speak until he realized what she was doing.
He'ld always been drawn to her as well, her smile, her sweet voice. She'ld tormented him in his dreams. But this was a good job, her husband was an easy man to work for, and he loved to spend his days coaxing things to grow. And his Mama had not raised him to betray a man who had treated him so well, and his faith, his soul!! As much as he wanted this woman, how could he live with any choice that he made?
I stopped at this point, I told my husband he had to finish it. He never did, perhaps someone here would care to?
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