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It’s funny how you can be around someone for a long time, and then suddenly notice them in a whole new way, Davie thought to himself as he jogged away from Mrs. Miller’s house. He had been around her for much of his twenty-years of life. She was the lady down the street. She was the wife of his Little League coach. She was the mother of a girl that he coached at soccer camp. But now she was an object of his desire. He could think of little else. That transformation had happened in a moment. Davie, home from college, was jogging through the neighborhood when he saw Mrs. Miller struggling with a wheelbarrow. He stopped and helped her push the soil-filled cart up the small slope of her front walkway. “Why thank you, Davie!” Mrs. Miller said with a bright, dimpled smile as she wiped her brow with the back of her green gardening gloves. “I’d heard you were back from college. How’s it going?”Davie responded with small talk, and she replied in kind, but neither was paying much attention to their words. Mrs. Miller – or “Suzy”, as she instructed Davie to call her– stood before him as he had never seen her before. She looked younger than her thirty-eight years. She was part Asian, part Italian, and that gave her a vaguely exotic, hard-to-place look. Was she Latina? Was she Asian? Was she Middle-Eastern? Her long black hair flowed in the light breeze. She was in a simple pair of cut-offs and a white t-shirt. Nothing about what she was wearing was flashy or spectacular. Davie had probably seen her in such an outfit many times before. But on this day, in this moment, he saw everything other than the clothes themselves. Her legs were thick, but toned, tan and smooth. Her ass was full, and delectable – the classic apple. Though she showed no cleavage, her tight t-shirt nevertheless showed-off ample breasts in proportion to her amazing butt. The longer they spoke the more Suzy’s hardened nipples rose to try to steal Davie’s gaze. But what really tripped Davie’s wire was how the bottom of the t-shirt inched up above the waistline of her shorts, revealing a firm, tan tummy. Most surprising of all, she sported a jeweled belly button ring. As Davie said goodbye and returned to running, he realized he was Ankara escort sporting a hard-on. Holy shit, Mrs. Miller is hot, Davie thought to himself. Suzy let out a sigh as she watched Davie run down the block. You are a bad, bad girl, she admonished herself. All the same, she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the young man’s muscular thighs, rock hard ass, and sweaty, muscular back. Would I really do a kid I used to babysit? She asked herself. Probably. Something happened to Suzy when she hit thirty-five. She was horny. All. The. Time. She was hornier than at any time in her life. She talked to her OB-GYN about it and was told it wasn’t all that unusual. Hormone balance shifted in the thirties, the doctor had explained. In addition, women often had renewed energy once exhausting small children went off to secondary school. There was also the biological drive to “squeeze in one more off-spring before everything shut down.” Finally, the doctor said with a wink, “And we’re all sick of our husbands by that time.” She suggested a Hitachi wand and sent Suzy on her way. Suzy tried her pastor next. He was handsome, in a tall, gray-at-the-temple, authoritative kind of way, but she never had thought of him sexually. But as she shared her challenges, her constant frustration, her desire for men other than her husband, she became flush with lust for the moral guide sitting across from her. They fucked on his desk right then and there. Horrified at herself, Suzy burned out two Hitachis before lust got the better of her and she returned to the pastor’s office for more “counseling”. Later, there was the contractor Suzy and her husband hired to remodel their bathroom. He was a big bear of a man with a long, graying ponytail and unkempt beard. He was not necessarily her usual type, but he was flirtatious and exuded desire for her, non-stop. Even an unattractive man can be sexy if he wants you — and you want to be wanted. He arrived extra early one morning when Suzy was fresh from a shower and still in her short, sheer bathrobe. They ended up on her bedroom floor with well-earned rug burns all around. That bathroom project went way over schedule. And then she Ankara escort bayan convinced her husband they should remodel the guest bathroom too. Later, there was a random guy in Mexico. They’d struck up a conversation at the pool bar over margaritas. Suzy’s husband was hungover. The guy’s wife was getting an all-day spa treatment. Suzy looked spectacular in a coral colored bikini. He had a hint of a beer gut, but he was tall, and confident and he had the giant hands of an NFL quarterback. She had to see if the carpet matched the drapes, so to speak, and they ended up banging away the afternoon in his hotel room. How he explained to his wife why their bed was so covered in spunk and pussy juice, Suzy never found out. When she returned from Mexico, Suzy was stricken with guilt, and she put herself back on the straight and narrow. “Straight and narrow,” other than the third Hitachi, and the Rabbit dildo, and the vibrating anal plugs, of course. Just when she thought she had her libido mostly managed, the young, handsome, sweaty Davie jogged into her life. Davie made sure to run past Suzy’s house everyday, and Suzy made sure she was on the lookout. She went from cut-offs and a t-shirt to shorts and a midriff camisole, to Lycra shorts and a bikini top, to ultimately, just a bikini. Davie, very nervous at first, became bolder in his attempts at conversation. “Oh, a different belly ring today. How many do you have?” “You sure are fit, Mrs. Miller. Want to go for a run with me sometime?” “Your legs are great. What’s your workout routine?” “Such a great tan, do you sunbathe?”Suzy soaked up his leading questions with smiles and penetrating eye contact, and she countered with her own compliments and innuendo. His boyish face, the mop of light brown hair, the blue-green eyes, and that young athletic body made Suzy crazy.Their mutual seduction reached its peak on a bright, sunny Wednesday. Suzy was out doing yard work in a brand new, bright red, very skimpy bikini. It set off her complexion, dark hair and rocking body to their very best. When Davie arrived on his usual schedule, she was pretending to trim roses, and his tongue hit the lawn. It was all he could Escort Ankara do to not reach out and run his hands over her full, firm body. Suzy’s long hair was arranged in girlish braids that he briefly imagined holding on to while fucking her from behind. As soon as that image entered his head, Davie’s cock grew inside his flimsy running shorts. No attempt to divert his thoughts succeeded. Suzy could not help but notice and she involuntarily responded with stiff nipples and a growing wetness in her bikini bottoms. There was an awkward silence, as both struggled to think of anything else. Davie interpreted her silence as a time-to-go signal.“Um, okay, Suzy, I’ll see you tomorr— “ “Hey, Davie,” Suzy cut him off, “Maybe you could help me with something… out back.” Suzy had decided she would fuck Davie many days prior, but she hadn’t formulated a specific plan for how that would happen. She was improvising. They made their way to the large, well-kept backyard. Suzy struggled with her next move. She had no doubt the kid would fall all over her when she gave the word, but she didn’t want to be a complete slut about it. Besides, it was more fun when they thought it was their idea. What exactly did I ask him back here for? she wondered to herself. Davie helped. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve been back here since I was, like, eight. My parents mentioned that you got a new pool. But it seems like a lot more than that has changed.” There was the pool, but also an expansive multi-level deck, a badminton/volleyball court, a raised-bed herb garden, and a tiny cottage-like structure. “What’s that?” Davie asked. Over the years the little space, built by her husband in the same Queen Anne style of their actual house, had served different purposes. It had been called the guest cottage, the playhouse, the home gym, and lately, the “pool house”. In fact it went mostly unused. Suzy related that boring history. “So, what did you need?” Davie asked, still struggling to keep his rigid cock from peeking through his running shorts. “Oh, um, actually, I just wanted you to see the pool,” Suzy answered awkwardly. “I thought you might want to take a dip,” she added, even more awkwardly. “That would be awesome. I’m kind of disgusting though,” Davie said, as he ran a couple fingers through the sheen of sweat that covered his six pack abs and chest. Suzy gulped, wishing she could trade her tongue for his fingers. But then a light bulb went on. I love it when the plan comes together, Suzy smiled to herself.