Chapter 6

Alan is sitting on his back patio, sipping on a scotch. As much as it would seem like he had a bad day, he didn’t. He hasn’t had a bad day in a very long time. The only bad part of his life is he didn’t have someone to share his life with. That someone in particular is Judy, or course. As he leisurely takes a sip of the drink, he casually pets Sandy’s head.

He is beginning to get an erection as his thoughts move from the day’s activities, to the amazing blow job Judy had given him this afternoon to now the night a week ago when Sandy licked his cock and cum. He has tried not to think about it since his session with his therapist, but it has been hard. The only thing that has made it a little easier is the fact that Sandy hasn’t shown any signs of wanting to do it again. Of course he hasn’t had an erection in front of her since then until now. Before he can really begin to think about this, and before his erection can get too big, Marian appears on her patio. She is wearing mid-thigh length, loose fitting shorts, a shirt and shoes. Her hair is up in a ponytail, totally different than how she looked in the bedroom a week ago.

She is alone. Alan knows this because once again he saw her husband leave early this morning before Alan even went to work. That happens occasionally. Most times Alan is home in the afternoon before the man is leaving. He assumes that later flights must cost less or something. He doesn’t know because he doesn’t ever fly, unless it is for a vacation. It has rained the last couple days, so the grass is high and thick. Alan has already had his grass cut by a professional lawn care service, but next door it looks like a jungle. Because Marian’s husband is too cheap, too busy or too lazy, their grass is in need of some cutting badly. She waves to him and they exchange the regular pleasantries, but nothing else is said by either of them. Alan begins to think that maybe she forgot to close the curtains after all. And if she had noticed him watching, she must be too embarrassed to bring it up. She disappears into the garage. Alan walks inside to replenish his glass. The tinkle of ice cubes splashing into his glass is drowned out by the roar of the lawnmower next door.

Yeah, the asshole is too cheap and too lazy.

Alan walks back out onto his patio and sits down. Sandy barely moves. She barely registered his leaving and she barely registers his coming back. She didn’t really even move when Marian approached the fence for the short exchange. He watches the woman struggle as she tries to push the mower through the thick grass. It is obvious that she isn’t much of a lawn care expert. Sandy whines and Alan takes it as a sign to go over and help the woman out.

So he walks over and tells her to shut the lawnmower off. He explains to her that with the grass so high she needs to change the setting of the machine to cut higher and then go back over on a lower setting. He hasn’t handled a mower in forever, having turned over the drab task to the professionals. He kneels and begins adjusting the wheels upward. Marian kneels across from him and starts chatting about bullshit. Alan could care less what the conversation is about because for one it is distracting as he struggles to get the wheel up and to the same height, and second because her shorts have tightened around her snatch as she kneels. He has a nice view of her camel toe outlined by sweat marks on her crotch. His erection had dissipated by the time he had gotten over here, now it is full and raging.

“Can you do that while not looking at me?” she asks.

“No, I can’t.” he growls. “You better just move so I can concentrate.”

Marian goes back to mowing without another word. Alan makes no pretense of not watching her. The shirt and shorts are soaked and clinging to every curve. Occasionally, the shorts ride into the crack of her ass. She reaches back each time and pulls them out. For whatever reason, watching her soaking wet with sweat mowing her lawn has aroused him big time. Alan like his women dirty only in their minds, not their bodies. The only exception is if they have been having sex. That cannot be helped, and there is never a sense of need to break what’s already good to bathe.

By this point, Alan’s cock is pressing hard against his shorts. Sandy’s head is on his lap, but watching Marian, he doesn’t take notice of his dog or her interest in what he has. Marion finishes the first pass with the mower. He kneels to adjust in exasperation. Alan gets up and quickly adjusts himself, pushing Sandy away. “Wait a second!” he shouts. He runs inside and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. While she takes a couple big gulps of the cool drink, he kneels and adjusts the cutting height. Marian is standing on the other side of the mower. The wet shorts have pulled up into her cunt. The mound and split of her folds is clearly outlined.

Again she catches him. “Look,” she says. “Are you going to adjust the damn mower or look at me all day?”

“I’m doing both,” he says smartly. “I’m enjoying the damn view too.”

She looks down, sees the shorts clinging to her pussy and begins pulling them loose. As she grabs the legs of the loose fitting shorts and pulls on them, Alan gets a brief look at her hairy snatch. It has been a while since he has been with a woman with hair. It isn’t full grown, but it is trimmed. He had gotten a view of it last week, but he wasn’t certain of its condition until now.

“Hey now,” he says. “Your husband is out of town and I’m between girlfriends. Stop teasing me.”

He stands and she laughs, handing him the empty plastic bottle. “And what makes you think that I’m teasing?”

Alan laughs. She restarts the mower and begins mowing the grass again. After a little bit of time passing, she finishes. She glistens with sweat. The shorts and shirt are matted to her body. “I’m finished!” she shouts. “Do you mind grabbing me another of those waters?”

Sandy whines, but Alan ignores it, simply giving her head a quick rub before going back inside for a bottle. He quickly pours a couple of glass of scotch for the both of them before heading back out. When he gets back out, Marian has already pulled up a chair opposite of his. He hands her the water and the glass of scotch. “Oh, I don’t think I can handle that,” she says. “My husband is the drinker, not me.”

“He’s an alcoholic?” Alan says.

She quickly shakes her head. “No, he drinks a glass at night or socially. My son often comes over to share a glass. They’re more bourbon guys though.” Then she giggles and says, “Unless it’s your goal to get me drunk before taking advantage of me.”

“It certainly is!” he jokes.

She laughs along with him. She takes a good, hard swallow of the water. When she sits it down it is half gone. She does the same with the scotch. “You know that’s a sipping drink, right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Marian crosses her legs. “Yeah, I know,” she says.

Eventually the breeze dries the shorts and the legs droop. Her pussy is on display. Alan steals quick glances as they chat. There is nothing sexier to him than sitting across from a woman that is showing off her assets, even if she is just as old as he is. Eventually she finishes her glass and holds it out toward the man questioningly. Alan grabs the glass and goes in for a refill. Sandy gets up this time, following him inside, whining.

Alan frowns at the dog, insuring that she is inside the house when he closes the sliding glass door. They go to sipping their fresh pours and chat some more. Alan thinks it time to push the envelope and satisfy his curiosity. If the woman finds it offensive then he loses out on potentially doing more with her. No big deal, he can find plenty of women anytime he feels the need.

“So that guy you had over last week...” he begins.

Marian’s eyes light up. “Yeah, what about him?” she asks.

“Well, let me back up a little,” Alan says, surprised at her careless demeanor. “Did you do that on purpose?”

Marian smiles coyly. “Of course I did. I see you out here all the time, so I figured I’d give you a show.”