A few houses away is a nice couple. He's a tradesman, often away at unsocialble hours working. She is a little new age, bright pink hair, cute face and fuller figure. They regularly park their family car outside my house on the roadside and I'll say hello as often as possible.
Today I was making a cuppa when I happened to look out the window. She was bent over leaning into the back seat, her summer dress riding high up her thigh. Her skin looked so tanned, her sexy boots covering her ankles and showcasing her lower legs.
She looks flustered, probably trying to trace something that her kid had stealthily hidden somewhere in the back seat. She leans in further to check the other side of the car, her dress threatening to ride up even higher.
When she straightens herself up I catch a glimpse of her alluring pink hair, her mischievous smile and gorgeous face. I'm transfixed, mesmerized by her exoticness.
Her ample breasts lead the way as she spins on her heels, triumphant in her quest to find the lost item, and my breath is stolen. I realised just how much I wished I had had the gall to slide up behind her, pressing my firm member against her soft buttocks, offering to help her search the rear of the car.
How I longed to slide a finger along her quivering pussy, teasing her as she stays bent forward, probing her, using her. How i longed to be able to slide to my knees, hitch up her floral skirt, and bury my face into her, coming up for air like a cresting whale, before burrowing deeply again to pleasure her. Oh to hear her moan, to feel her body beneath my touch...
Shit. The kettle has boiled and I realise she has long since gone and I'm staring at a parked car!! |
