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From: JackGoesRound@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} Heather Washing Her Car
Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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Here's a little story of fiction from my overly imaginative mind.
 It's based 
on a little lacivious interchange of emails with a good looking
housewife I 
met in one of the picture groups ....


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    "Damn!  She's washing her car in a skimpy bikini," I thought
to myself as I rounded the corner.
    Sparky, the reason for my Tuesday afternoon sojourn, tugged
at his leash indicating that he'd spotted the next tree to take a
leak on.  ... LOL!  Male dogs; they piss on what seems to be
every tree!
On the other hand, the tree in question was right at the foot of
her driveway. ... What perfect timing!
    I could see Heather watching our approach as she dried off
the back deck of her red convertible.  It wasn't
'watching-watching' per se, but I could easily see her checking
on our progress for whatever reason she had to check us out. 
.... Maybe it was the dog.
   As Sparky took up his position, lifting his leg to whiz the
proper amount on this particular tree, Heather stopped wiping the
car with her chamois and walked over towards us.
     Gawd!  Did she ever look good in her two piece bathing suit!
 It was light pink in color, made of a thin soft fabric and
didn't contain any of her particular parts in to clingy of a
fashion.
    "Hi Rob," she said in greeting.  "Taking my little buddy out
for a walk this fine, warm afternoon.  
    She squatted down on the grass with her thighs and crotch
pointed right at my right leg and began stroking underneath
Sparky's chin.  Sparky, in return, wagged his now upright tail in
absolute glee from her attention.
   "Yeah," I replied, "I can do only so much editing on a day
like this and then I've just got to get out of the house for some
R&R.
   Heather smiled up toward me - her nicely bare chest and it's
twin attractions .... lightly held I might add ... burned into my
eyeballs.  "Know what you mean," she said, dropping her hand for
a moment.
   Her next sentence, something about her car needing a wash-job,
was pertinently interrupted by Sparky's nose poking right into
her crotch for a quick sniff.
   "Ooooooo!" she exclaimed, closing her legs so Spark couldn't
attach her sweet unseen pussy any further.  "Why do dogs always
do that?" she rhetorically added, not recognizing the thought
chain that that would set off in my mind.
   "It's a cunt," I thought inside my head, "all us boys want to
sniff 'em."
    Heather caught me breaking out into a smile over what Sparky
had done or, perhaps, what she might have conjured up me thinking
a proper or improper reply might be.  Her eyes flitted from one
side to the other .... upwards actually as if she was searching
for the next thing to say.
   Sparky, now looking at a lovely set of female feet and legs,
settled down into a partial trance and panted heavingly with his
pink tongue drooping from his cute white face.
   "Awwwww, he looks thirsty," she said.  "Would he like a drink
of water.  Would you like a drink of iced tea?

   "Well now, there's a thought," my mind said internally. 
"Sparky gets a drink to control his drooling and I get a drink
while drooling over the ever-delicious Mrs. Heather dressed in
near nakedness.
    "Sure!" I replied.  "Sounds like a great idea.

   So, with that, we followed Heather's undulating buttocks into
the garage and into the house.
   She walked over to the cabinets, opened one and took out a
white cereal bowl, turning to the sink and letting the water
start to run.
   "Kids are off at one of those adventure movies," she said
while the water continued to run.  Dad went along with em ...
Hah!  He's as bad as them when it comes to special effects.
   As I replied back with some inane comment, she filled the bowl
and turned, bending down on one knee to place it in front of
Sparky.  Her suit top kind of bowed open a bit showing me about
as much of a pair of tits as, under the circumstances, could
possibly be seen.  
   "Come on Sparky, here's a nice cool drink for a hot
afternoon," she said.
   The top of her head pointed right at my face as she continued
to make small-talk with Sparky over the dish of water and I was
pretty sure she was making her shoulders move forward to reveal a
better view of her fleshy treasures which, while not large by
big-boob standards, were absolutely eye-catching.

   Time and motion seemed to slow to a snail's pace and any
thoughts of normal conversation went a-jumble in my head.
   "Say "anything" ," I thought, trying to think of a good but
not totally overt statement about the kind of effect she was
having on me.
   She beat me to it.

   "Are you looking down my neckline again?" she asked, raising
her head from Sparky directly towards my face.
   "Matter of fact, I was," I replied honestly.  "And, I was just
about to say something like how good you look in that bathing
suit."
   "You mean how good my tits look in my bathing suit?" she
answered back.
   "Well, those too," I said, immediately and candidly thinking
of the all of Heather, "it's not like you're an unattractive lady
you know."
   "Why thank you, she said, rising from the floor.  That
compliment will get you sugar AND sweetness in your iced tea."
    She turned to the refrigerator and proceeded to reach inside
bringing out a large glass jar of iced tea.
    "Why don't you grab a chair out on the porch and I'll bring
it out to you?  It'll be just a second.

    Ergo, I withdrew from Heather's kitchen complete with its
tasteful light blue counter tops, pale natural woodgrain cabinets
and a devastatingly delicious housewife who'd I'd just told had a
great set of tits plus - least I think - that she'd let me take a
longggggg, good look at everything there was to see.
   "Hmmmmmm? where might this be going," I wondered to myself as
I went out on their enclosed summer porch.

    After thinking of about twenty-five million things that I
could say to her, coming up with at least twenty-million "don't
push it buster" retorts, Heather came into the porch bearing two
tall glasses of iced tea on a silver tray with lemon wedges on a
little plate and a bowl of sugar. 
    She placed the tray on the glass topped table in front of me
again giving me a straight down the chest cleavage shot overset
by her cheerful smiling face.
   "You would like sugar in your iced tea," she stated while
never breaking her tit hanging bend-over position.
   "Absolutely!" I replied, thinking internally that my
acceptance therein said to her in a way, "and I get to keep
looking at your breasts this way" while hoping inside that she
DID want me to keep on looking.
    Heather's eyes dropped from mine and she scooped a spoonful
of sugar from the bowl while asking if I wanted one or two
scoops.
    The second scoop added, she looked at me again in what I
thought to be one of those "I know what you're thinking .... I
know exactly what you're seeing" looks and she proceeded to stir
the glass with a long iced tea spoon.
   "Lemon?" she asked inquisitively.
   "Yeahhh....." I said, wondering if my reply had to much of a
long drawn out "yeahhhhhhh" to it.

   "God!  What a good looking babe," I thought while trying to be
sure I didn't look down at her tits.

   Heather finished squeezing a sixth wedge of lemon into my
glass, stirred it and then offered the glass forward into my
hand.  I could feel the immediate blush of chilled glass against
my fingers and palm as I grasped the glass below her holding
hand.
    As I started to draw the glass towards me, I felt the glass
resist my pull, idly noting that Heather hadn't let her grip
release as I might of expected.
   LOL!  It seemed almost silly in a way.  I held the glass's
lower half and she refused to let the glass go.  A little mid-air
nonsensical tug of war in progress with a woman who I just wanted
fucking naked in the next sixty seconds.
   Against one of my light pulls on the glass followed by her
return tug, Heather said, with some urgency, "Tell me what you
just thought."
    "Really," I replied, knowing exactly what it was that I HAD
just thought.
    "Really," she answered with a slightly firm tone in her
voice.

    As I said the word "I," leaving it hanging a bit in mid air
as I argued with myself internally, the change in her face seemed
to indicate that she 'really' wanted an answer.

   "I was just thinking how much I'd like to see you fucking
naked .... that's an exact quote ... in the next sixty seconds,"
I blurted out.
   "Wellllllllllll," she drawled out lazily - giving just a
slight degree of additional pull on the glass, "change your hand
on this stupid glass we're playing tug of war over and maybe
you'll get your wish."

    "OhGod!" I thought to myself, immediately letting the glass
go with my right hand to replace it with my left ..... picking up
the tug of war in the blink of an eye.
   "Now," Heather said, a smile breaking out on her light pink
lipsticked lips, take that chilled hand of yours and grab a boob
inside my halter-top."

   Jesus!  The Gift Horse had arrived complete with instructions
which were not to be refused with the slightest hesitation.  My
right hand extended palm up - all the while looking straight into
Heather's eyes - and I felt my fingernails slide underneath her
suit top to encase and cup one of the sweetest feeling boobies of
warm, supple flesh that I'd ever been invited to feel.
    "Ooooooo! she gasped.  ColDdddddd but so damn nice!"

    My mind reeled with the possibilities of what was happening
and I kneaded her breast in my hand, pulling back slightly so I
could feel her nipple brush against my fingertips.
    "Put the glass down," she ordered, guiding the chilled iced
tea glass towards the glass topped table where we mutually let it
go without changing any other ... shall we say ... grasping
activities.
    Heather smiled at me saying, "that cold hand feels really
good doing that.  Can you feel my nipple hardening?"

   With that, and with me continuing to explore every square
centimeter of her excitingly offered breast, she hooked her hands
into the edge of her skimpy pink bottom and pulled it straight
off her still-bent ass all the way down to her ankles.  Her hands
then quickly reached behind her and, in another blink of an eye,
her halter top and spaghetti straps just fell from her body. ...
... ...
    She broke from my hand caress, stood erect and placed her
hands right on her naked hips, thrust her shoulders back making
her breasts rise in twin proud, taunting beauty.
    "There!" she said, "I think we took a few seconds off of that
minute you were thinking about.  Am I as good as you wanted?  ...
Or am I as good as you "want?" "

    Having said that and having left me in speechless,
mouthgaping awe, plus watching what seemed to be every direction
my eyes glanced, Heather scooted around the table and eased
herself down on the ivy patterned white porch sofa.  She looked
at me, still beaming a total feeling of cheer and sensuality from
her wide smiling face, and brought both of her feet up on the
couch spreading her legs apart.  Her hands fell into her crotch
and pulled on either side of her pussy to reveal a completely
shaved pussy in coral pink Technicolor glory.
   "I have two things to say," she said.  One, do you like it
shaved this way and, two, it's your turn to get naked. ... In, I
might add, sixty seconds or less."

   As I stood to willingly comply with her request, I looked
around the porch and it's windows, wondering if we could be seen.
 "Don't worry," she said, figuring what my concerned look might
be, "nobody can see a damn thing, the back yard's locked, the
front door's locked, and we could hear the garage door going up
and it's two hours until the movie's over."

   I kicked off my docksiders, pulled my fishing tee shirt up and
over my head and unbuttoned and unzipped my khaki shorts.
   Heather looked at me expectantly as she continued her wanton
display of opening and closing her pussy for my eyes and purulent
pleasure.
   A thought blossomed into my head and I said, "Close your
eyes."
   "What for, a surprise?" she asked, now caressing the hell out
of her left breast with one hand.
   Clinging to my unzipped khaki shorts, my hand slid inside,
wrapping around the warmth and firmness of a totally hard,
seven-inch verrrrry familiar cock.  I flipped it around in my
fingers so that its outline would stand out clearly under the
loose covering.
   "Yes," I said.  A long, hard, totally interested hard
surprise.
   "OK," Heather said, closing her eyes into a tight, forehead
creasing squint.
   "Gottem' closed?" I asked.  "I really want this to be a
surprise."
   "Yeah, honest injun," she answered, "I'll just sit here finger
fucking myself and wait for further directions."

    As I release my grasp on my khaki shorts, they fell straight
down to the floor without a sound leaving me standing totally
naked with my Heather made erection sprouting straight out from
my crotch.
    Knowing exactly what I was going to do, I picked up the iced
tea glass from the table, held it below my cock and made my dick
point down at the glass.  Pulling slightly to make my
half-foreskin completely pull back from my bulging cock's tip, I
dipped it into the screamingly cold ice-cubed water. 
Immediately, I picked up the sugar bowl and carefully pressed my
cock's helmeted head into the sugar grains noting how nicely my
plan was coming into execution.
   A little cock twist .... a little careful pressuring the
uncoated surfaces into the sand-like sugar granules and I knew I
was ready.
   "Just a second," I said, quietly placing the sugar bowl back
on the table.

    Heather stilled on the couch leaving her middle finger
clearly pulling up on her vagina's mouth while pulling her breast
outwards by a single nipple.
   I stood before her, noting that, as my legs nudged against
hers, she didn't change her closed eye expression one single bit.
 My cock was above her face and I corrected it's height by
wiggle-walking my feet outwards until, my sugar coated cock
quivered about twelve inched in front of her eyes.
   I squeezed down on the base of my aroused hardon to bring
myself to maximum size in front of her face.  With my other hand,
I positioned my thumb and index finger on either side of a lemon
wedge and said, "Do you like lemon AND sugar my dear? You can
open your eyes.

(End, Part 1.  ... Part 2?  Maybe.  Just need the right
inspiration. :-)

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