Pamela Steele let the curtains drop back into place as John had looked her way, her breaths were quick and her hands shaking with desire. Watching him get his cock sucked had reminded her that she hadn’t got any since her husband had left earlier in the morning and that bitch Sonya Towers across the road had stolen her gardener as soon as he had arrived to work.
Pamela had been considering jumping the fence to see if she could distract her neighbor Tanya’s pool boy from his job when she had seen John waiting at the bus stop with Britney. The sight of that young slut sucking his cock had made her horribly randy again, and what a cock!
Humming thoughtfully she looked herself over in the hall mirror, she was in her tight denim cut-offs that showed off her long tanned legs and gloriously round ass perfectly, a simple white blouse had been tied up under her breasts to show off her flat belly and lift her bulging cleavage out into view. She frowned at her hard nipples poking against the blouse then shrugged it off, it would catch his attention. Slipping into her 6-inch white stilettos she tottered to the door, she had to snatch him up before one of her man-greedy neighbors saw him. Pushing her long auburn hair out of her eyes, she knelt in her front garden pretending to tend her plants and waited for him to pass by.
It wasn’t long until John was wandering past and, adjusting her cleavage for maximum effect; Pamela Steele looked up from her gardening with a casual air and called out to him. He turned and looked puzzled for a moment as though trying to recognize her then he smiled broadly.
“Hi Mrs. Steele,” He said leaning on her fence and looking appreciatively at her tits “Just doing a little gardening are you?”
“I certainly am, handsome” She replied preening under his stare “are you busy? I could use a little help…”
She let the sentence hang invitingly in the air and John, only hesitating for a moment, nodded and vaulted over the fence into her front yard. Taking him by the hand she led him into the house, smiling victoriously as she felt his eyes on her tight ass and slender legs. She led him to the backyard to her retractable cloths line; pouting girlishly she turned to him.
“It’s stuck, I can’t seem to pull it out and I’ve just washed a load of my delicates!”
John reached up and pulled the line out, it moved smoothly and easily as Pamela knew it would. Despite that she hopped on the spot clapping enthusiastically, her braless tits bouncing freely inside her blouse.
“You’re a magician!” She lied happily “I must have been fighting with that thing all morning! Now why don’t you sit back for a bit and I’ll fix you a cool lemonade as my thank you…”
Leading him to her sun chair, she pushed him back into it, leaning heavily against him as she pretended to adjust it. He was beginning to look a bit red in the face and smiling hungrily she tottered back into the house to grab the drink, she had him just where she wanted him now…
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