It was late enough in the morning that the commuters had already vacated the neighborhood, and early enough that the soccer moms had not yet stirred beyond their doors. Most of the houses were locked up, blinds down, ready for the day. It was also early enough that the heat of the coming day had only just begun to show its power. I used to take the dog for a walk along this route, but those days were past. Still, I needed to get my exercise, and as much as I dislike exercise, it was a nice walk.

I noticed her long before she saw me. I doubt she knew I was there until we were almost across from each other. She was so involved in the phone conversation she was having. She wore a t-shirt from the local University and short, loose shorts that barely covered her shapely ass where it rested against the bumper of the car in the driveway. She had no shoes, and her hair looked like she had just gotten out of bed. I would not have given her a second look, except that her free hand kept sliding along her thigh. As I got closer, I noted that she would slip a finger up inside the leg of her shorts. It would disappear for a moment then reappear as her hand pushed back down her leg. As I drew closer, it was clear her breasts were unencumbered as her nipples tented the front of her t-shirt. Her eyes flicked up towards me as her finger disappeared again. She winked at me, said something, then looked at me again. Her finger was still inside her shorts, and now I was parallel with her. I could see what she did. Her thumb stroked one puffy pussy lip. She winked again and pulled the finger out of her shorts. She held her finger up to her lips, urging me to silence, then looked around quickly. A large hedge lined the driveway on one side. She said something, then hung up the phone. She moved to the hedge side of the car, where she was shielded from the windows of the house and wiggled her finger for me to follow.