[RojoWrites_xxx] The Long Hard Summer

[RojoWrites_x]

It started on a hot mid morning, on the Monday after final exams. Beneath her skin tight, black workout shorts and a worn and cropped old AC/DC concert shirt, Leigh’s fit, voluptuous body had a fresh sheen of perspiration, from her workout. Her long, golden blonde hair was tied loosely back. Her angelic face, naked of any makeup, but flush with color from her exertion, ignited her sky blue eyes. She slipped the damp shirt over her head, then removed her sports bra, exposing her toned torso and large, natural breasts. Her salmon colored areola and nipples stiffened under the breeze of the fan.
She admired herself in the full length mirror for a moment, pleased with the results of her devoted exercise program. She was four grown kids past her young centerfold body, but she knew she was hot for her age. And proud of it. She sometimes regretted not having had the opportunity to do her final centerfold shoot. Her unexpected pregnancy had derailed her shot at glamour and fame. What would life have been like as a Penthouse Pet? Days full of exotic travel, fashion, beaches? Photoshoots with hot guys? Hotter women?
She forced herself out of her wistful fantasy of a parallel life. She was still fucking hot. Guys hit on her all the time, followed her through the mall, bought her lattes. Did guys really think of older women like that? What did they call them, MILFs? She turned away and swayed into the walk in closet, depositing her workout top and bra in the hamper.
She kicked off her New Balance, then peeled her lycra shorts down her long, toned legs. She paused, relishing the relief of the cool, air conditioning on her sweaty, bare crotch. From her dresser she pulled a simple comfortable bra, another old worn t-shirt, and a pair of old Levi cutoffs with ragged frays. No panties today, she hated the constricted feeling of tight underwear, most of the time. Sometimes, however, she felt fabulously feminine wearing fancy, silky lingerie...
After dressing, she continued with her uneventful day. She went to the laundry room and bent to unload the dryer. She casually folded the clothes and placed them in the basket, then carried the load down the upstairs hallway. Her tanned, fit legs glided with her long strides, toward the bedroom her second son had vacated, over the weekend. Denton left for his summer internship yesterday, but, the room was not unoccupied. Denton’s school friend had been staying with them, since spring break.
Slade was also in his sophomore year of college, when his grandmother suddenly moved back to Chicago, leaving him with no home. She had been his sole caretaker for most of his life, but her health was failing and she needed to be near her children. Slade’s father was in prison, and his mother had abandoned him soon after. After many months in the childcare system, his grandmother had eventually been granted custody of the pre-teen boy, and brought him to the desert.
As Leigh approached the not quite closed door, she could hear music and noise from within. “Oh fuck yeah!” she heard him exclaim. He was probably engrossed in his video games, she assumed. She rested the laundry basket on her hip, and rapped on the door.
No response.
She knocked on the door again, a bit harder. The door opened inward a few inches.
“I have…”, the words choked in her open mouth.
Leigh froze.
She told herself to look away. She couldn’t. Her iridescent blue eyes wide and transfixed on the scene.
The room was dark, lights off, curtains drawn. The overhead fan churned the air, heavy with incense, unable to mask the scent of marijuana or the musky odor of young men. One corner was illuminated by the glow of the large computer monitor. Slade was reclining on the gaming chair, partially facing away from the door, intently staring at the monitor, oblivious with his headset on.
On the screen, a beautiful mature, big breasted blonde woman was on her knees, enthusiastically fellating the huge, hard penis of a handsome young man. Slade’s chest was bare, his black and white checkered skater shorts were on the floor around one ankle, his legs spread wide. His hands were wrapped around his erection. His fantastically long, thick, rigid erection.
Her brain rationally thought to retreat into the hall, but her body remained enthralled and immobilized. She stood, half stepping through the door, staring at his smooth, youthful hands working his fabulous hard on. One hand taking long, languid strokes, at least 2 or 3 hand widths, up and down, squeezing and twisting, the other urgently fondling his large, swollen testicles.
And then the mind searing seconds that exploded her safe, comfortable bubble of typical mother and housewife life…
Slade lifted a small, delicate piece of powder blue silken fabric, from his crotch, to his face. He inhaled deeply. She stared, as his slender pink tongue flicked across the satiny crotch of the panties she had worn yesterday. His hand was whipping up and down his swollen… cock! She never used that word, but that’s what it was. Slade’s c-o-c-k was long and heavy and proud and masculine! Leigh was in a daze of shock and erotic curiosity, and a blush of arousal…
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Leigh!” His exclamation startled her out of her trance, just as his hips thrust up, the chair rolled back, and his wonderful cock erupted! His white goo blasted out of the tip, a long spurt arcing up and splatting across the face of the blonde on the monitor! A second squirt shot up and fell onto the keyboard. And then another flipped back onto his pale, slender chest. Another onto his tense belly. He milked out more of his creamy jizz, she watched, fascinated, as it oozed out, covering his hand.
Slade relaxed into the chair for a moment, then used her soft silk panty to wipe the long, viscous trail of his cum from his youthful, six pack abs to his panting chest. He brought the damp, sticky cloth back to his face, and sniffed deeply again. Again, his pink tongue extended, and licked his messy goo from her panty… A sudden fever and jolt of excitement coursed through her. Her face and loins tingling…
Leigh dropped the basket of laundry, it thudded softly on the carpet, flipped and spilled. The door swung wide open! Slade spun around in the chair, his face shocked, his still dribbling cock bobbing lazily from side to side.
Her blue eyes locked onto his hazel brown.
Time stopped.
Slade still held her panty next to his face, a streak of cum across his cheek. She was mortified! She was speechless. She was struggling for self control. She was feverish. She was burning with an unrecognized desire.
“Focus on his eyes and back away,” she forced herself to think, as if retreating from a cornered animal. She tried, but her eyes bound her to Slade’s stoned stare.
Slade lowered the hand with her panty, to his turgid cock. Leigh tried to maintain eye contact, but failed. Her eyes slipped down and down. And down. Slade brought his other cum covered hand sliding up the long shaft, pushing a thick coating of his white fluid up to the pink tip. He methodically wiped the mess with the now sodden panty.
His euphoric eyes looked back up, to hers. She slowly tugged her vision from his cock, and met his gaze.
“Thanks for doing my laundry,” he casually said.
“Uh-huh,” she replied dumfounded. “It wasn’t too big of a loa…” she caught her word. “It was a huge load”, she corrected in her thoughts. “S-sor- sorry I dropped it.” She stooped to gather up the toppled basket of clothes.
She sensed him approaching as she folded and replaced the last shirt into the basket. She looked up, his glistening, softening but still impressive organ, bouncing from the fly of his shorts, perilously close to her face. There was still a bead of pearly cum, oozing from the wide slit. She could smell his musky aroma, rich with young, vital pheromones. He wrangled his fading erection into his shorts and kneeled in front of her, grasping the basket.
“Let me do it for you,” he offered.
“I’d like that,” she silently admitted, but she replied with a timid smile, “Thank you, Slade.”
He returned her smile. Their eyes bashfully meeting again. Their hands brushed together on the basket handles. A simmering, tingling sensation fired up her arm to her chest. To her breast. Her always prominent nipples tensed. He glanced down, as if he had felt it also. Her excited nipples now trying to pierce her comfortable housework bra, trying to capture his attention. Time slowed again. She felt her large, but firm tits, rise and swell with her heavy breaths, enticingly exposed under her worn, deeply scissor cut Deftones t-shirt.
“Was he always so handsome?” she questioned herself. She had known him for several years now. His shapely face, wide and eager hazel brown-gold eyes set under heavy dark lashes, wide pouty pink lips, and unruly brown, wavy hair. His skin was smooth, pale and unblemished, just a downy hint of dark facial hair. His frame was slender, undeveloped, but just over 6 feet tall with a narrow waist and wide shoulders that would fill out athletically with some regular exercise. “He would be incredibly handsome with some exercise and sunlight exposure to color him,” she mused.
She felt the pull of the basket on her hands, as he stood, drawing her from her reverie. She started to rise as well, her gaze trailing up his somewhat toned skateboard legs. Her eyes paused at his crotch, his wondrous c-o-c-k, still obvious, even in his baggy skater shorts. “Did it just twitch? Is he getting hard again already?” she wondered. She had to yank her attention away from his crotch. Her eyes skimming his pale stomach as she unsteadily rose, “He does have nice abs, already,” she commented to herself.
They were standing awkwardly, face to face, Slade holding the laundry basket between them…
She began to back out the door, “I’m sorry for intruding…” her eyes shifting nervously. “So, um, I’ll, uh, I’ll leave you to your… um, you know. Uh, just have fun, I mean enjoy your...games.?”
He held the basket with one hand, the other reaching forward. “Um, Leigh..?”
She paused, her hand reflexively extending toward his, “...this needs washed too.” He pressed the wet, sticky panty into her open palm, gently, but firmly closing her fingers around it.
“Oh, OK, sure…” she squeaked, caught in a vortex of horrific shame and wanton euphoria.
She stepped back into the hall, pulling the door firmly shut. Her knees wobbled, she leaned against the door, feeling the cool wood against her fevered brow. Without realizing, she wiped the soggy, heavily scented cloth across her flushed cheek. She smeared his clammy and gelling cum on her naked face. “GROSS!” she muttered, but did not withdraw her sticky panty. Involuntarily, she luxuriously padded the soiled silk on her cheek and under her nose, inhaling deeply.
Eyes clamped shut, she relived the moment when Slade did the same. When he licked his warm, creamy cum from her crotch. And she felt her tongue exploring the musky silk, tasting his tangy, salty jizz. Her sensitive nipples were rigid, her vagina was hot, alive, yearning. She writhed, legs clamping tightly, trying to contain her leaking p-u-s-s-y! Her burning, dripping pussy! She stuffed the cloth into her panting mouth to stifle her moans.
She pushed herself off the door, and staggered, weakly down the hall to her large master suite.

 

[RojoWrites_x]

Ch 02
Leigh stumbled through the open double doors and into her bedroom suite. The large, comfortable bedroom was illuminated by the wide drawn curtains, at the sliding balcony door. She sat clumsily on her side of the huge, dark, carved ironwood four poster bed, then flopped onto her back.
“What the fuck was that?” she scolded herself. She raised her hand, still tightly gripping her defiled, sticky panty, in front of her face. It was thick with the scent of Slade’s voluminous cum. The panty she had worn the afternoon before, while taking selfies to share with her husband. Her absent husband, due to return Friday, from a four week work stint across the country. The smooth, soft silk lingerie set, felt so feminine and luxurious, so delicate and powerfully sensual.
She had teased and taunted her husband, through her phone camera lens. Teased and touched herself, until she had to satisfy her urgent longing. Her lust. Her persistent, nagging lust. Weeks on end, nights alone, in that huge, half empty bed. Month after month alone, while her fourty-two year old libido tormented her, distracting her days and invading her dreams. She had caressed her clitoris, massaged it, frantically rubbed it, as her swelling button grew more inflamed! She had teased open her velvet soft labia, spreading her pink flower, exposing her moist vagina.
She had opened herself up, and then eased a slender finger into her hot, slick canal. Exploring, deeper, searching for that sensitive spot. Easily finding it, and caressing herself with much practiced dexterity. Feeling the swelling tide of her arousal, her finger plunging and stroking. Her craving, ever more urgent, another finger inserted, gently expanding her tender, feminine walls. Her hips lifting and gyrating, as her fingers steadily thrust in an out, the silk of her panty stretched to the side of her beckoning pink lips. A third finger, wormed into her sopping pussy, opening her, filling her, desperately working to quench her flaming desire.
Her sexual release, seeping, dripping down between her butt cheeks. Her other hand, under her lifted ass, her middle finger smearing the slickness around her tight, puckered hole. Probing slowly, then worming deeper into her nether hole, as she fucked herself passionately with three squirming fingers! She fucked herself, until she was twisting and bucking, her vagina spasmed, clamping on her fingers and she came! Her fragile dam of womanhood rupturing, and her fluid gushing out, coating her hands, puddling onto the comforter.
Not her most powerful orgasm, by any measure, but enough to release the coiling tension in her loins. Enough, to calm her through dinner, until she was alone and could plunder herself again with one of her toys… She rested briefly, then rose to strip off her blue silk lingerie and dress comfortably for the evening. She remembered, walking past the balcony door to the dressing room.
Had the curtains been open then? Slade had been down by the pool in the afternoon. Had he seen her posing for her husband? The tripod was still near the door. She remembered checking the lighting for her pictures, posing seductively and snapping several directly in front of the open door. Could he have seen her? He was usually engrossed in his video games. Or getting stoned. Or both.
Slade watching her. Slade masturbating, fantasizing about her. Jerking his long, thick c-o-c-k. A shiver ran through her as she lay bewildered, on her bed. His brilliant cum shooting powerfully out of that beautiful cock. The squirts of cum that now soaked her seductive panty. The panty in her hand, pasted to her palm and finger with his thick, drying jizz. The panty her under her nose, rich with his scent. Her scent. Their scent… The panty she had licked! Tasting his youthful, masculine essence! Savoring…
She could feel the dampness of her current arousal, in the inch narrow crotch of her indecently chopped Levis. She forced her thighs together, trying to contain the pressure. The friction of the denim in her naked crotch, the heat of her clamped thighs, only trapped the heat inside her. How could she always be this horny? She was kissing her stolen, despoiled panty, inhaling the carnal perfume, tasting the erotic ambrosia. Her other hand, unbuttoning and snaking into the faded denim that could not conceal her smoldering lust.
Her fingertips blissfully, mindlessly tickling her neatly trimmed triangle of dark gold pubic hair. Creeping deeper into the restrictive denim, eager to touch her incredibly sensitive clit. “Mmmm,” she moaned into the fragrant silk, as her fingertip tentatively rubbed her tense nub.
BZZZZ! BZZZZ! Her butt cheek vibrated, as her phone rang silently in her pocket. She jerked her hand from the waistband of her cutoffs. Rolling onto her side, she reached behind her to withdraw the phone, snugly confined in the pocket tightly stretched around her narrow, muscular buttocks. A shadow passed the open bedroom door! She heard the guest bathroom door close, as she squirmed and tugged the buzzing phone free. Just as she glimpsed her husband’s picture on the screen, the call ended. She had unseen text message notifications…
Leigh rolled over and sat up, slid off the bed and snuck toward the open bedroom door. The doors were dark wood stained with a translucent stained glass desert motif. She leaned out, looking down the hall, she thought she heard the shower in the guest bathroom. Slade washing his slender, messy body? Was he just peeking in on her? Was he going to masturbate again, under the hot spray of the shower? She pulled the doors shut and drew the lacy drapes across the colorful panes.
She texted her husband, “I’ll call right back”
“OK, but I need to get to sleep soon.” He replied. Roger was a field superintendent for a steel erection contractor. The company had a Southwest headquarters in Phoenix, but he had been working out of state for the better part of two years now. First, in Las Vegas, building a new casino resort, and since Easter, in Minneapolis. The football stadium needed to be revamped by early January, it was hosting the Super Bowl in February. Work was 24 hours, two, twelve hour shifts for the steel erector, six days a week.
Roger was responsible for sixty men on the night shift, 8PM until 8AM, sometimes longer if he needed to attend meetings during the day. Minneapolis was two hours ahead of Phoenix during daylight savings, so it was nearing noon there. He would need to get to bed soon, if he hoped to get even six hours of rest.
Leigh sat at her brightly lit makeup table in the adjacent dressing room. She called Roger…
“Hey, dear,” he answered immediately, obviously eager to talk. “How are you? I miss you.”
“I’m good, I miss you, too,” Leigh replied less enthusiastically than she intended.
“The kids are ok? Denton flew out for his internship yesterday?”, he asked.
“Yeah, Corinne drove him to the airport, in her convertible. She loves driving that car. I can’t believe you kept that a secret from us!”
“Well, she’s gonna be a senior next year, and she’s working this summer, she needs a car.”
“Yeah, but not a BMW convertible! I never had anything like that when I was her age,” Leigh argued.
“You have your own BMW convertible, and you look stupidly hot in it! And that old Z4 I got her was rebuilt from a salvage yard, it’s not like I spent 50,000 dollars on it.”
“Well, I do look fucking hot in my M6. And we both look hot in that little old roadster too! Guys pick up on us driving to the post office or the convenience store. Everywhere! One guy got out of his car, in front of the drive through, made everyone wait, while he ran back and asked for her name and number. When she didn’t answer, he said ‘What about your sister then?’”
“I don’t need to hear about guys hitting on my daughter, or my flirty, too-hot-for-her-age, wife.”
“I don’t flirt with them, they flirt with me. Everywhere I go. Even with four little kids running around me screaming through the grocery store. They always have. They probably always will,” she smiled.
“I’m just saying, I don’t need to hear about it. I already had to give away one daughter. And you don’t need to encourage them.”
“I don’t encourage them to flirt. I just tell the girls, that they need to use all their charm and talents to get what they want out of life.”
“I was talking about you. You, encouraging men to flirt with you.”
“What’s the harm in me getting a free latte every now and then? Maybe getting to cut ahead in the line at the grocery store? Maybe, I don’t always pay full price for the oil change. Or some guy asks me to spend the day on his boat with him?”
“What?”
“Don’t be so jealous,” Leigh scolded. “It’s not like I’m gonna go. Even though most of my weekends are free nowadays, and its getting hot out already,” she sighed. “Hell, you don’t have a ski boat. You’ve never taken me for a day on the lake. It would be a lot of fun, out on the water. I could wear my new swimsuit. The one I bought so I could get those nice little tan lines you like. It was going to be a surprise for you, but maybe he would appreciate it more… watching my big tits bounce over the waves. They would probably pop out of that little bikini top. I would probably get so horny, feeling the power of that big fucking engine, tanning under the hot sun, needing some strong hands to massage oil onto my glistening skin. Maybe I should text him back…” she teased, mercilessly.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked anxiously.
“Nothing’s gotten into me. Not lately! Not unless its made of silicone. That gets into me three times a fucking day! I’m bored! I’m fucking horny all the time. You’re not here! You haven’t be here for most of a year!”
“I’m not fucking there because I’m working! Seventy-two, sometimes eighty hours a week. I’m making a crapload of overtime, and milestone bonuses, I’d never get at home. Earning the money you spend on spa days and shopping for new bikinis. If you’re so bored maybe you could drive that convertible to a job!”
“Maybe I will. Some hot guy with a Jaguar, asked me if I wanted to be his executive assistant the other day.”
“So he could fuck you in his office?” Roger’s voice was edging into anger.
“Mmm, money and a real dick, maybe I should accept his proposal,” she replied venomously.
“Just fucking stop!” he commanded loudly. “Just stop with the bullshit,” he struggled to calm himself.
“So what? I’m just supposed to wait around here and be bored, while you’re halfway across the country, doing… doing what the fuck ever?”
“Working! I’m working. I live in an extended stay hotel. It’s been cold. Cold and icy or cold and muddy and wet. I work all night and I can’t sleep during the day. And I need to be trying to sleep, soon. Look, babe, I’m just saying if you’re that bored, find something productive to do. A job, some classes maybe? I bought you that new Canon, take some photography classes. Work part time at the gym, I pay two hundred a month for.”
“Or… maybe I could go back to modeling?” she responded in coquettishly.
“What?”
“Don’t sound so dismissive! Guys always want me to pose with them. Hot MILFs are everywhere these days. Just look at all those Real Housewives shows. And I have experience…”
“You were a lingerie slash glamour model with a fake ID. Twenty four years ago…” he opposed.
“So what! You don’t think I could model now? My body is tighter than ever. My tits are two sizes bigger. And still firm! I don’t have any lines on my face. I’m sexy as hell! Every man around wants to be with me. The soccer coach. The mechanic. My doctor. Your workers! Every man, except you! You just take me for granted!” she seethed.
“Stop! Stop! Just stop! I don’t take you for granted. I work hard to provide for you. I fucking love you. I think you are the most beautiful woman, ever. You’re sexier than ever. I know you put a lot of effort into looking that hot. I just don’t know how, or why, you would start doing that again? Are centerfold magazines even a thing nowadays? Just think about something realistic.”
“Well, obviously, it’s all online nowadays. You’re the one with all the internet porn! I could do that in my bedroom. Do you know how many moms are making money on those webcam sites? You know, the sites that always ‘pop up’ on your laptop? Corrine said Jaqueline’s mom makes a thousand a day, sometimes. I’m way fucking hotter than her. And my tits are fucking real!”
“I’ve been trying to get you to cam with me, the whole time I’ve been working out of town. You never showed any interest in it with me,” frustration straining his voice again.
“Yeah, well, you want to do it at ten in the morning. That’s just not a sexy time of day for me. I spend the morning getting kids fed and sent to school, then my workouts and then housework.”
“The kids are grown up, they feed and dress themselves. All but one moved out. And she drives to class. And you can do your workouts anytime.”
“All I’m saying is I have a daily routine. And I’m bored. And lonely. I didn’t finish college. I’ve never had a real career, just raising your kids. And now they’re all grown up and independent. I want some independence. I want some connection. I want something to look forward to everyday. And I need some good, exciting sex!”
“Yeah, OK. I get it. I want you to be happy, babe,” he placated.
“And besides, even if I did cam, its not like you would ever know. I would do it at night when I know you are at work…”, she needled him.
“OK. Whatever! If that’s what you need for validation. You can wear that new lingerie I bought you. Or that new bikini I haven’t seen,” he spat back sarcastically.
“Yeah, maybe I will, then. Then other guys will start buying me new lingerie! They will pay per view while I strip for them! They will probably want to watch me play with myself, too! Just so you know, I took some sexy as fuck pictures for you yesterday. If you don’t think I’m worth it, maybe somebody else will want them. Maybe, Thomas with the boat. Maybe the Jaguar guy. Fuck it! Maybe Slade would like some cougar pics!”
“Alright! That’s enough. I don’t want to argue about this, I need to talk to you about the weekend. I know you’re lonely. I know you’re bored, the kids are gone. Except Slade! Fuck he’s not even ours.”
“What about the weekend?” Leigh asked, irritation coloring her voice.
“I changed my home weekend to next Friday, instead of this coming Friday.”
“What? So now you don’t even want to come home? Are you fucking some bitch, there?” she accused.
“Dammit, calm down! Just quit with the bullshit! Next weekend is Memorial Day, that’s a three day weekend. That means I would be home for five days instead of four. Two paid travel days, three days off including holiday pay for Monday. Plus a full weekend of double time this week. Otherwise, I’d be home this weekend and then back in Minneapolis next weekend, with nothing to do because the job site will be close over the holiday. Plus, that will put my next four weeks home for July Fourth.”
“Yeah, fine I guess. I just miss you. I need you to be here with me. I just had my period, you know how horny I get after,” she cooed.
“I know babe. I miss you too. Save it for ten more days. I’ll make it up to you. Promise. Why don’t you look into a few days in Sedona or Flagstaff? Big Bear maybe? Or maybe San Diego? Probably need to book someplace soon, the holiday will be busy everywhere.”
“Are you sure? You want to fly home, and then travel all weekend? What about Corrine and Slade?” Leigh asked.
“Corrine and Slade are old enough to feed themselves for a few days. What I don’t want is to come home and do yard work all weekend. If that kid is going to keep staying in my house, he needs to put in some effort. Clean the pool, and mow the lawn. And find a job. And then pay some rent.”
“Don’t be so hard on him. He’s had a tough life. And he’s so sweet and he doesn’t have anybody else. And how’s he gonna find a job, he doesn’t have a car. Maybe I could pay him to do stuff around here…” her voice trailed off.
“No. Just no. That’s effectively me paying him to live in my house. No, no, and no. He’s what 19, 20? He needs to work, be responsible for his own needs.”
“I saw him taking care of his own needs,” Leigh silently remembered with an audible sigh. “Well, maybe… maybe, he could take care of all the things you can’t do while you’re away. All the honey dos that you don’t want to spend your weekends at home, taking care of,” she countered, smiling at her secret double meaning.
“He should be doing that anyway, out of obligation for the room and board, I’m providing him. And still get a job, not sleep and play video games all day.”
“You mean we. We’re providing him. I cook for him, make him study, do his laundry…” she stopped herself from proving his point.
“Exactly! You’re not his mother. You’re not his wife. He’s a big boy, he needs to start acting like a man.”
Leigh thought, “He’s definitely a big boy now. Maybe he does need to learn how to be a man…”, she mused. She answered her husband, “Alright, I’ll have him start cleaning the pool. And the yard. And, maybe he could drive that old BMW of yours, to look for work?” she inquired.
“Absolutely not! There is no way he is driving my old coupe! I spent ten years, finding parts and restoring that car. I don’t let my own kids drive it. Do you have any idea how rare those CSIs are? No fucking way! There are four mountain bikes in the garage. He needs the exercise anyway.” He calmed himself, “Listen, I love you. I’ve got to get some rest. Make some plans for the holiday. Give Corinne a kiss for me. And make sure Slade gets up and does something useful.”
“I will look into a little getaway. I’ll let you know. And Corinne wants to play some tennis with you. She was really upset when you couldn’t help coach this season.”
“I know. Remind her how proud I am that she made state semis. At least I was able to be home for the tournament. Next year, the finals. Give her a kiss. Make sure Slade gets up. And does something to earn his keep under my roof. Our roof. I love you, Leigh. Fuck you are hard to live with.”
“I love you too, honey. I know you work hard. I know I’m hard to handle, that’s why I need a hard man like you. I miss you so much, especially at night. And I will make sure Slade gets up everyday. And make sure he gets in some physical activity, and uh…that he takes care of some of your responsibilities, you know yard work and stuff…”
“Yeah, thanks babe. It’ll be good for him.”
“I’ll make sure of it. And for me…” she agreed softly, wistfully.
“What’s that?” he asked unsure.
“I mean it will be helpful to me, if he can help me around the pool and stuff. And, I guess I can take him around to look for a job… I should let you get to bed, babe. Love you. And I’ll send you those pics I took yesterday, so you don’t forget that you have an almost Penthouse Pet at home. Bye babe.”
“Mmm, maybe I won’t get to sleep right away,” he replied playfully. Bye for now, love you.” He clicked off, her phone went back to the home screen.
Leigh, absently scrolled back though the erotic pics she took yesterday. The lighting near the door was great! That pale, shiny blue silk contrasted with her already bronzing summer skin tone. Her ice blue eyes were incendiary, her blonde hair glowing like pale fire, her make up was glamorous, and her expressions centerfold seductive. And damn! She remembered how to pose to accentuate her feminine curves.
The thin, soft, silk camisole clinging lovingly to her. The cami top, pinned on her long, pointy nipples, flowing over her full, ripe breasts, and eventually, slipping off one delicious tit and then the other. Exposing her flat, toned belly. Just a few pale stretch marks, a tiny bit of softness at her waistline, and the slightest sagging of her all natural 38DD tits, to hint of motherhood.
The delicate silk panty, stretched around her narrow, but round and high butt. The small front, just wide enough to cover her tightly trimmed, meticulously lasered, golden pubes, and pouty, pink labia. Every pose, each careful bend, and tantalizing twist, teasing and tempting to reveal her secret treasures. She absolutely was the glorification of all natural MILF glamour and sensuality. It wasn’t quite perfect though.
In some of the pics, she was off center, or partly out of frame even. And although the natural lighting was incredible near the door, it fell flat as she slinked closer and onto the bed. She rose, from her makeup table, and strolled back to the open balcony door, looking at how the late spring sunlight indirectly, but brilliantly, lit half the room. She selected several of the best pictures, the prettiest, the most playful and seductive, and some that were sinfully sexual, practically playing with herself… She sent them to her distant, overworked husband. All of her, all for him…


on Lit here
https://literotica.com/s/the-long-hard-summer-ch-02