Roaming Eyes

[Dannno]

OOC: Simple plot (right now), open to any willing female to take the position of Mario's neighbour - and maybe later, his wife. Feel free to PM me and tell me how kinky you want to get it.

Mario pulled up the driveway of the quiet, suburban street, parking his car next to his well-kempt garden and sliding out of the driver's seat, a sweat-smelling towel draped over his bare shoulder. Wearing gym apparel - a plain white singlet and short athletic shorts, he walks over to his letterbox, opening it up carelessly and taking the assorted bills out, his eyes roaming the area lazily.

And then she caught his eye. Her tight little ass bent over, her legs uncovered by the miniskirt - as she did the gardening. He grinned, fumbling with through the letters as he watched the view.

It never hurt to have such a delicious MILF as his neighbour. Sure, his wife didn't like her, but then again his wife had never shown an inkling towards women - a pity.

Forgetting where he was for a moment, he dropped a letter. Bending down, watching her, he noticed her turn around..

 

[Katamari Roller]

Catherine wiped her forehead clean with the back of her hand. Taking care of the garden was hard work, if done under the radiant midday sun. She was sweating, and her knees hurt a bit after having to crouch so much. She should have worn jeans, perhaps... but she smiled, looking at her roses. They looked more alive than ever.

Catherine was tall, and had a lithe, slender body. As if her legs and arms were lead pipes. Over all, she had a tough air around... like she could take on anyone and knock them down with a good right hook right into the stomach. Perhaps that was owed to her constant physical activity. She worked as a gym instructor, directing the exercises of three dozen people, and that showed. Her body was more or less well muscled, perhaps not being tanned the only flaw to her sports-chick looks. Her face was well proportioned, and kind in its demeanour, always with, at the very least, a vague grin that was a killer among the bachellors at the gym. Her dark, brown eyes and her short red hair complemented it perfectly. Her hair was very short, almost like a man's, and it made her look somewhat tomboyish... but that's how she liked it. A little beauty spot under the outside corner of her left eye gave her just that little extra that made her so attractive.

All in all, Catherine was the face of life... no small feat for someone nearly thirty years old. There wasn't a single wrinkle in her face, nor signs of aging. She might have been a college student on her last course, for all one could guess.

Catherine's dark eyes surveyed the ground under her feet, staring proudly at her hard work. What had it taken? Two hours? Hour and a half? She was definitely getting better at this. She wiped her forehead again, and when her hand came away, Catherine noticed her watch had slipped off her wrist, right behind the roses and close to the fence of her neighbour. She bent over, her legs remaining stiff as she supported herself against the fence, and reached for the watch. The damn thing seemed to have a broken strap. Licking her lips, tasting her own salty sweat, she finally managed to pick it up.

Suddenly, she looked up at the fence. Catherine had a sort of premonition. A feeling that she was being watched. She looker over her shoulders, as she was, with her upper body almost perfectly horizontal, to see her neighbour stare at her. It seemed Mario had dropped a letter, and was picking it up. Catherine grinned, and straightened up, stretching up a bit too, to relax her body. Then, she turned around completely.

"Good morning, Mario! How's it going?"

Catherine was wearing a blue mini-skirt, with open slits running up a few centimeters from the lower rim to give her a bit more of mobility, and a white t-shirt, now sporting a wet patch running down her neck to her chest. Catherine was still sweating after the gardening, and the sun shined on her, making her silhouette almost bright under its light.

 

[Dannno]

In a near comatose state, he watches her bend over, but quickly manages to prevent himself gaping as she turns around to him - his eyes instead glancing to her chest. He can't help but smile as she shakes out of his obvious fawning stare.

"Just fine Cathy. . . Just that body of yours." He smiles flirtaciously, his eyes glimmering slightly, walking over to the fence and leaning against it with his muscular arms. "My kid's at playgroup, wife's at work - and I've got the day off. . .I've got a chance to unwind - finally. . ."

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Oh, that's good."

Cathy approached the fence, and leant against it, beside Mario, wondering what he had said first. She hadn't heard that clearly.

Her chest, easily a C, perhaps a D, squeezed against the white fence as she rested her arms on it. Looking down, she noticed the wet patch drawn by her sweat, and grinned. It was nice to work hard, and sweat. It built character, it made you tough, it made you feel proud...

"I guess I can unwind a bit too. The gym won't be opening this afternoon because of some reforms they are doing in the restrooms, and painting the walls, and my son will spend the weekend with my parents-in-law. So I'll have some free time for myself."

Cathy leant onto her right arm, resting her chin on her hand. "You don't have the slightest idea how lucky you are, Mario..."

Cathy, of course, meant his marriage. Whereas Mario had both a child and a wife, Cathy only had her son. Her husband had died in a car crash three years ago, and she was raising her kid alone. Well, her own parents, and her parents-in-law helped too, of course, but Cathy sometimes worried that Andrew might distance himself from her because of that, and that thought terrified her. She couldn't give him the time he deserved to have with his mother, and the schedule was horrible. He had school in the morning, and she had gym in the afternoon, and... that just didn't work out as well as she hoped.

But Cathy hardened herself at that moment. She would take care of Andrew as well as she could. No child should ever be separated from his mother.

"Sorry, Mario. Again with the drama..." Cathy sighed, and rubbed her eyes, also clearing her strands of red hair from her face. "... so, what's your plan for today, then?"