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Taking Out the Trash

Blog Post-1-12-2016-Taking Out the Trash

Oh My God!  Seriously?  What could POSSIBLY happen to the trash between now and five minutes from now when the game would go into half time?  Don’t worry, I’m NOT watching that, or anything!

His wife and kids were driving him crazy.  The urgent need for him to take out the trash at this very minute seemed absurd.  And the kids hadn’t stopped arguing since he walked through the door from work.  He only wanted a little bit of peace and quiet to enjoy the game and a beer while he unwound from the stresses of the day.  Yet, here he was, walking into the ally, taking out this emergency trash, just as his team was about to score.  Seriously?

He lifted the lid and slung the bag into the can.  As he was replacing the lid, he happened to look up at the house behind his.  There was a light on.  Apparently someone new had moved in.  He hoped they were better than the last renters.  They had been a real pain in the ass.  He took a step to turn towards his yard when the bedroom curtains flew open and there stood a gorgeous half-naked woman.  He stopped still in his tracks and stared.

She had long, beautiful blond hair cascading over her shoulders, ending at the top of her perfectly perky breasts.  Her pink nipples stood taught and erect.  Her sleek belly gave way to amazing hips, ending in a precisely cleaned and cleared sex.  Her long, toned legs were accentuated by the thigh-high black stockings and the perfect pair of black patent fuck-me pumps.  She was a goddess and he couldn’t help but take a step towards her, trying to conceal his presence behind a nearby arborvitae bush.

She began swaying her hips to music he was unable to hear.  Her movements were slow and sensual.  Her eyes closed and a pleasing smile spread across her glistening lips, as she seemed to become consumed by the rhythm.  Her hands moved effortlessly through the air and found their way to rest upon her bare belly.  They slowly slid up, moving to the silent beat, and began caressing her naked breasts.  She circled her fingers around her areolas until she moved her hands so her nipples were rolling between her thumb and forefinger.  She moved and swayed in a way that spoke of pleasure.

One hand released its station at her nipple and began sliding back down her stomach.  She suddenly began doing a slow turn, circling her hips and pivoting her body with them.  When she was facing directly away from her hidden audience, she slowly bent over, running both hands down her legs, presenting the most stunning ass he had ever seen.  He gasped.  He hadn’t realize that he had been holding his breath.

She slowly began turning again as she arose and faced him with her hands now performing a leisurely slide across her hips, lower abdomen and thighs, continually grazing her sex as they roamed.  She suddenly turned and walked away from the open window.  Without thinking, only needing to see more, he walked right into her backyard, found another tree against the house as cover and settled just out of the light emanating from the window, where he could see her again.

She had not moved far, just up to the edge of her pristine white bed, where she stood facing away from the window.  The stark contrast of the white duvet and her black stockinged legs was intoxicating.  She slowly lowered herself onto her belly, stretching across the bed.  Her knees bent and her silken ankles crossed high in the air, still wearing her fuck-me pumps.  She slowly rolled onto her back, arms stretched above her head, knees bent and heels firmly planted into the bedding.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  This unknowing Temptress had him snared.

To be continued…

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17 thoughts on “Taking Out the Trash

  1. Mmmmm loving this!

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  2. I think she has me snared as well.

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  3. XandrewX on said:

    Lovely to read something a little different 🙂

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  4. XandrewX on said:

    Happened to me one humid summer night in August 10 years ago. Midnight or so I was in my bedroom windows open, and across the road light was shining out from my neighbors room in her roof, can’t be seen from the road below, and there she was (40+) walking around in white bra later topless! So what COULD I do? :/ was it wrong to watch? Never happened again! Funny hadn’t thought about this for years.

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  5. Damn I would happily throw out the garbage everyday. What an exciting read. Oh, this was well done. A real heart racer.

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  6. Good stuff, missy!

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