Merelan
Lady's Love
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OOC Inspired by a post miles made. So for now it is just the two of us. But watch out for action, adventure and a shotgun.
Trixie:
As I worked in the garden I knew he was watching again. The pervert. Always watching me. I wasn't dressed any different. Okay, my bikini was a bit snug, but I liked it that way. Just because my boobs kept threatening to spill out everytime I leaned over to weed another patch in the garden. Was that an excuse to stare at me? And when I had to crawl under a bush of course my ass wiggled. It was the nature of an ass to wiggle. Escpecially one as tight and scantily clad as mine.
Let me introduce myself. I am Trixie. The wife of the resident he man hunter type. I am 34 but time has no meaning when it comes to my body, or my brain. Yes, I was the Captain of the Cheerleading squad. My measurements are 38-30-36. And tight measurement at that. I like to show off my body. My long blonde curls match it perfectly. My make up is always perfect and my nails manicured everyday. My garden is wear I spend most my time, when not shopping for new clothes. My husband travels for the sports company he works for. Yes, he was the Captain of the football team. But time hasn't been nice to him. He is now fat and lazy and boring. With a capital B. He doesn't like to even go out when he is home. Only staying in and watching the boob tube. Not my boobs, or, only when he wants to. Then it's "Horney time" as he calls it. He takes his cue from the wildlife he hunts. Rutting takes place and within three minutes we are back in the living room. I have seen the way men look at me, and tease them on purpose. Trying to get a reaction out of him. But no, he doesn't even notice. Except for the Christmas party three years ago. His coworker Mark got fresh, very fresh. Backing me into an empty office, calling me a tease and pawing at me. I almost gave in, hoping it would last longer. But just as things got going, in walked the Husband. His name? Didn't I tell you? Biff. Yes, that's the name his parents christened him with. Thank God we never had kids. He didn't even fight Mark. Just pushed him aside and yanked me up off the desk. Telling me it was time to go home. Hadn't he even noticed what we had been about to do. I doubt it, having been drinking all night.
So now I spend time in my garden, weeding and rearranging things. Getting a tan, and teasing my new neighbor. Look up at the second story window. See, he's watching me isn't he?
Trixie:
As I worked in the garden I knew he was watching again. The pervert. Always watching me. I wasn't dressed any different. Okay, my bikini was a bit snug, but I liked it that way. Just because my boobs kept threatening to spill out everytime I leaned over to weed another patch in the garden. Was that an excuse to stare at me? And when I had to crawl under a bush of course my ass wiggled. It was the nature of an ass to wiggle. Escpecially one as tight and scantily clad as mine.
Let me introduce myself. I am Trixie. The wife of the resident he man hunter type. I am 34 but time has no meaning when it comes to my body, or my brain. Yes, I was the Captain of the Cheerleading squad. My measurements are 38-30-36. And tight measurement at that. I like to show off my body. My long blonde curls match it perfectly. My make up is always perfect and my nails manicured everyday. My garden is wear I spend most my time, when not shopping for new clothes. My husband travels for the sports company he works for. Yes, he was the Captain of the football team. But time hasn't been nice to him. He is now fat and lazy and boring. With a capital B. He doesn't like to even go out when he is home. Only staying in and watching the boob tube. Not my boobs, or, only when he wants to. Then it's "Horney time" as he calls it. He takes his cue from the wildlife he hunts. Rutting takes place and within three minutes we are back in the living room. I have seen the way men look at me, and tease them on purpose. Trying to get a reaction out of him. But no, he doesn't even notice. Except for the Christmas party three years ago. His coworker Mark got fresh, very fresh. Backing me into an empty office, calling me a tease and pawing at me. I almost gave in, hoping it would last longer. But just as things got going, in walked the Husband. His name? Didn't I tell you? Biff. Yes, that's the name his parents christened him with. Thank God we never had kids. He didn't even fight Mark. Just pushed him aside and yanked me up off the desk. Telling me it was time to go home. Hadn't he even noticed what we had been about to do. I doubt it, having been drinking all night.
So now I spend time in my garden, weeding and rearranging things. Getting a tan, and teasing my new neighbor. Look up at the second story window. See, he's watching me isn't he?
