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Chapter Two
As she finished washing the breakfast dishes, Mary looked out her kitchen window onto the summer sun lit patio of her backyard. The 45 year-old divorced mother of two teenage girls was in great shape even though she didn't try. Her dark hair hung in locks and was pulled back into a loose ponytail.
She dried her hands on her spandex body suit. The thin material was pretty soft on her skin, a compliment to how well she did laundry, she told herself. The white outfit could be pretty sexy if you wanted it to be, but she mostly wore it to bed and used it as a housework outfit. The stretchy, one-piece construction had short sleeves and short shorts, perfect for cleaning, she thought, but it was also kind of shear and very tight, which showed her busty curvaceous body in pretty good detail. That's why she never really wore it when her two girls were around. She didn't want to embarrass them in front of their friends.
School was almost out for the summer, but the weather was already warm and begging the kids to go play. Her two girls, ages 13 and 15, were cute little things who had lots of friends who liked to come over and do girl stuff. Mary had often found herself the target of some angry parent who didn't like her letting their child use make-up or whatever. Mary believed that girls would be girls.
Since her divorce years before, she'd been taken care of financially and could putter around the house if she chose. She kept herself busy by housecleaning, running errands and tending to the needs of her girls.
For some reason Mary was feeling a little frisky today. She didn't really know why, but she just felt sexy and a little bold. She'd often found herself masturbating during the day something she started doing after her divorce. The whole masturbation thing had started slowly. She had never really touched herself when she was young, but after her divorce, she just felt the need to. At first, she just rubbed herself a little but soon after she'd done that a few times, simply touching herself wasn't enough, she had to bring herself to orgasm.
Her fantasies didn't start right away either. In the beginning, simply touching herself was enough, but pretty soon she felt she needed a little help to get herself off so she masturbated to fantasies of her husband. On days when she felt frisky her fantasies changed to things more outrageous. She'd masturbated to thoughts of young teenage boys in the neighborhood a few times and found the fantasies exciting, but what she found really turned her on were fantasies about neighborhood women or their girls. Those are the ones that'd cause her to get off quickly and she really looked forward to them. Today, she could tell, was going to be one of those days.
She felt herself getting warm just thinking about the prospects. She tried to maintain control until she had a chance to finish all her tasks around the house. Everything had to be just right for her to fully enjoy the experience. She raced around the house cleaning, dusting and putting things away. It was approaching noon and warmth of the day was becoming evident. She loved hot summer days because it gave her an excuse to wear less and reveal more. In addition to tight revealing clothes, she loved wearing short skirts. We're talking short, tennis skirt short. She loved those.
Ever since she was teenager, she can remember wanting to wear revealing clothes. Her mom never let her and kept a pretty tight rein on her growing up. When her mom died ten years ago and her husband shortly after that, she'd felt a little more freedom to do the things she hadn't been able to do as a kid. She knew her behavior wasn't altogether socially acceptable, so she kept it from her girls. She preached one message while secretly living another. Besides, up till today, she'd taken precautions to not get caught or embarrass her girls. She was really glad she wasn't a guy, because guys would get busted for doing the things she did in public, like flashing.
Mary hadn't really gone too far with the whole thing anyway. She'd let herself be seen a little at a time and only for a brief moment. She'd never masturbated in public, but she'd been fantasizing about it lately. It must've been the weather.
The warmth in her loin continued to build as she finished her daily duties. She looked around the house to make sure everything was complete so she could go play. It was and she felt an electric sigh rush through her body.
What should she do first? It was nearly noon and the sun was bright and the air was getting hot. To keep her house cool, she left all the windows and doors open. The screen door and window screens kept the bugs out, while the large trees in her back yard provided adequate shade to help cool the house, too. Her house sat on the elbow of an L-shaped street in a small housing development just off the main road into town. The neighborhood had lots of middle class families with parents in they're 40's and teenage kids. Most of the dad's worked, while the mom's stayed home. Although Mary knew most of the teenage girls in the neighborhood, she didn't really know any of the parents, at least not on a friendly basis. She wanted to keep it that way too. If she knew the other women on the block, then she'd feel really awkward if they saw her naked or something.
She felt a rush of arousal rush to her loin when she thought about that. What would it be like to expose her self to some of the neighborhood women? What if she walked across the street to 'get her mail' and she were to wear something really skimpy? What if she wore a towel and it 'accidentally' fell off? Wow! That would be cool, she thought to herself as she felt another burst of arousal. Mary went into her bathroom and grabbed a large bath towel and removed her body suit. She wrapped the towel around her body and checked her appearance in the mirror. The towel extended down past mid-thigh. Her nipples ached with anticipation. Would she really do this thing?
She walked to the front door and looked around, before opening the screen door. No one was out on the street and she felt safe. She wanted to get caught, but then again she didn't. She wanted to control the event so as not to have to explain it later. She felt a little light-headed as she opened the door and stepped onto the porch. Her bare feet were cold on the wood deck and she clasp tightly to the towel around her chest. Her breathing became shallower as she walked down the front steps and onto the walkway leading to the driveway. From there it was into full view of the neighborhood and full commitment to the mailbox. She quietly stepped past the garage and onto the driveway. She wiped her clammy hands on her towel and held it tightly to her chest again. The warm driveway quickened her step and she pranced out to the street. Pausing quickly to look both ways, she sprang across the hot street, opened the mailbox, closed it and ran back into the house.
"Phew," she said to herself. Her ears were ringing like crazy and she was panting heavily. "That was scary. Cool, but scary." She caught her breath and started thinking again. She thought about how uneventful that was. I mean, all she did was basically sprint to the mailbox and back. Fortunately, the mail wasn't here yet, so she still had time to do it again, only this time, she'd walk.
Mary executed her plan again. She had to force herself to walk to the mailbox, but she did it. Wow, a car could have come by when she was out there and what would they have thought? Pretty risky, maybe she should stop. Maybe, but she didn't want to. She was feeling more and more aroused by the idea of 'getting her mail' with nothing on, but how? What if she 'accidentally' got her towel caught in the mailbox as she closed it and it came off? Then she'd have to run all the way back in the house naked! And then how'd she get her towel back? She'd have to go out and get it again!
Mary was creamy. Her pussy was oozing juice and her nipples ached badly. Her mind was racing and her vision impaired. She couldn't hear a thing because her ears rang so badly, but she wanted to do that. She wanted to go outside and 'check her mail', catch her towel in the box and have to run back naked. Mary was in a state of frenzy as she stepped by the garage, she'd reached the point of no return and she was committing herself. She glanced around the block one more time and then she took off. Her heart was racing and she could barely breath. She pranced across the hot street again and opened the mailbox. She looked around the street and the coast was clear. She put a small piece of her towel in the mailbox door and closed it hard. She loosened her towel and walked away...
As expected her towel pulled free of her body and hung loosely on the mailbox door. Mary decided to take full advantage of the situation so she raised her hands to her mouth, pushed her knees together and gasped a fake gasp. She used one hand to cover her enormous breasts and the other covered her private. She ran halfway up the driveway and then did another fake exclamation as she 'remembered' her towel. She flapped her arms as she bounced back across the street allowing her huge breasts to bound from side to side and top to bottom. She grabbed her towel and, holding it in her hand, bounced back to her house completely naked.
Once inside, Mary panted and sweat for the next ten minutes. She'd done it! She ran to her bedroom and started to masturbate. She fantasized about being naked and being watched. She was getting off.
She was jolted from her fantasy by a loud angry sounding knock on her door. Startled, she quickly dressed and checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror. The banging made her jump again. She feared she was in trouble and maybe it was the cops. The banging sounded angry and urgent. Her heart was pounding as she quickly walked down the hallway to the front door.
"I'm coming," said Mary as she rounded the corner in the living room to face her tormentor.
It was her neighbor lady, the one from a couple houses down. She was a short woman, in her forties, kind of dumpy and overweight with short brown hair and a round face. She looked angry as the sunlight behind her gave her a dark shadowy appearance.
"I think you should let me in. We need to talk," said the woman as Mary opened the door sporting a concerned look on her face. "I'm Kari, your neighbor," began the woman, "I saw you today at your mailbox."
Mary's heart sank. She suddenly felt cold and light-headed. Her hands were clammy and her mind raced from excuse to excuse.
Kari sensed Mary's guilt. She knew she was right about her conclusion. The 'pictures' she snapped of her were going to be very handy now. She had to gain the upper hand and keep Mary off balance while she 'set the hook'.
"I know what you were doing out there. You intentionally dropped your towel and I have it all on disk," she said as she showed Mary a small camera. "I just got this a little while ago and I was testing it out when I saw you go out the first time in your towel. I knew what you'd do the next time I saw you so I took photo's," Kari stated in an evil tone, knowing full well the camera didn't have a photo in it.
Mary was screwed. She knew it. Kari knew it.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Mary pleaded.
"Oh I think you do," insisted Kari. "I saw you. I know what you did. If you want to play dumb, go ahead." Shaking the camera at Mary she said, "I'll publish these and show them to your daughters and the cops and let them make their own determination about what you were doing, then we'll see..."
Mary felt faint. Her mind was racing with excuses, none of which were even convincing her! She didn't know what to do. She was panicking. "No. Please, d-don't show them to anyone. Please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want, just don't show them to anyone." Mary knew the only way to get those photo's was to pay this woman off. She didn't have much cash, but she'd scrape something together somehow.
Kari had other plans. "Anything, h-m-m," Kari began slowly, "I'll consider not showing them to anyone if you do something for me."
"Anything, I'll do anything," Mary insisted. She hated giving up control so easily, but it was the only way.
"Take off your clothes," Kari instructed.
"W-what?!" Mary gasped.
"Take off your clothes! I want to take a couple more photo's of you naked. I want some pictures of you in a willing pose. They'll supplement my new collection," Kari connived.
Mary felt stressed. She felt very uncomfortable about taking off her clothes in front of this, for all intents and purposes - stranger. But she didn't feel like she had a choice. She knew Kari would publish the photo's of her running naked in the street and then she'd be screwed big time.
Kari watched with eager anticipation as Mary began to remove her clothes. She couldn't believe her plan actually worked. She'd successfully talked her neighbor into posing for nude photograph's.
Mary hesitated a moment when she saw Kari gulp and hold her breath when Mary inserted her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts before pushing them down. She had a sick feeling rush over her as though her life was over. She felt like crying as she pushed down her pants, it was like she was a kid waiting for a spanking.
"Now give me a sexy pose," Kari said excitedly.
Mary did her best to pose for Kari. She placed a hand on her hip and one behind her head and she kicked her hips forward. She couldn't smile, she was too nervous.
"Smile," said Kari in a cheerful tone as she snapped a couple photo's. "Now touch yourself."
"W-what?" said a confused and temporarily blinded Mary.
"Touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself. Here, lie on the couch and finger yourself for me."
"I-I can't," Mary pleaded.
"Sure you can and you will, or I'll show these babies to the world." Kari threatened.
Mary had to do it, she knew that, she didn't feel good about it, but she had to. She laid on the couch and spread her legs. She began to rub her pussy with her middle finger. Despite being forced to perform the act, the act itself did feel good. She felt herself getting wet, which made touching herself a little less painful. She felt herself begin to relax as soothing sensations permeated her body. Bright flashes of light blinded her as Kari snapped photo's of her. Mary began to not care. She moved and adjusted her position as her arousal increased. Her wetness was flowing freely and she was breathing heavily. "Oh my God, I feel like I could cum," Mary thought to herself.
Instinctively, she grabbed her breast with her free hand and pulled on her nipple. She sensed the flashing camera bulb through her closed eyelids as she succumbed to the pleasurable feelings. She emitted a soft moan and rubbed her pussy with a little more vigor. She was drifting in to a different world and had nearly forgotten about her neighbor. Mary was building toward orgasm and began to pant. Her body was soaking with a light coat of sweat as her temperature rose.
Mary was close. She sunk her fingers deep inside herself and withdrew them slowly, dragging them across her swollen clit, through legs clenched tightly together. The electric shocks that created sent shivers up her spine. Mary squeezed her eyes tightly shut as her impending orgasm grew closer and closer. She opened her legs wide, completely forgetting about her neighbor snapping pictures, and pumped her finger on her clit until she exploded in orgasm with a loud groan, "O-o-o-o-o-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h!"
Mary continued to rub herself as her spasms subsided until she heard Kari speak again. Kari's voice jolted her back to reality and she stopped touching herself.
"That was great. You did awesome," Kari said excitedly. "Now I've got some real photo's to use," she said shaking the camera.
Mary was confused. What did she mean by that? Her mind was reeling. What had she done?
Kari shook her camera at Mary and laughingly said, "Now, you stupid bitch, I've got some real photo's of you. Now you'd better do exactly what I say or I WILL publish these!"
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