Chapter 9

Al Jr. sheepishly noted Sarah's invitation to come inside. He shut off his lawn mower and walked to her back door. His eyes flashed up and down her body. In return, Sarah did the same to him. His knowledge of what was missing under her little pink dress enflamed his imagination and turned his face even redder than had the exertion of mowing.

"You look hot," Sarah said as she jangled the ice cubes in her drink.

She offered her drink to Al Jr. He took a sip realizing too late that it was gin and tonic, not water. He coughed and sputtered. Sarah grinned an evil grin.

"Oops, sorry about that. I forgot that I had juiced mine up a little. Come in and I will give you a drink of your own," laughed Sarah huskily.

"I'm pretty hot and sweaty, Mrs. Best, maybe I had better wait..."

"I said come in." There was no mistaking her change from suggestion to demand.

Sarah strolled into her kitchen, ass swinging seductively, and fixed Al a glass of ice water. Then she floated back into the den, landed on her couch, and held the crystalline drink in his direction. Once again her dress rose well up her thighs. Sarah crossed and then uncrossed her long legs. Al Jr.'s eyes glanced downward, back up again, than downward once more.

"Why Al, I do believe that you are trying to look up my dress, you naughty boy," whined Sarah.

Al Jr. was caught completely off guard. His heart jumped to his throat.

"Oh, no, ma'am," he croaked.

"I'm surprised that a handsome young man like you would be interested in these old lady legs of mine."

"I'm not... I mean I am... I wasn't... they... you aren't that old," Al Jr. replied. He immediately regretted placing emphasis on "that."

"Yeah, right," laughed Sarah. "Here's your water."

Al quickly took the glass from Sarah and found a seat on the edge of a chair facing her.

"Well," Sarah continued, "these legs aren't bad for someone my age... do you think, Al?"

Al looked over the top of his water glass just as Sarah turned her legs to the side and pulled the hem of her dress slightly up to add emphasis to her question. Al breathed in some of the water and began to cough violently. Sarah simply smiled.

"Or, maybe it's not my legs that interest you. I hear that you have seen... well... everything I have to offer, so to speak."

Again Al gulped and froze.

"Well, that is what I heard. That you caught my husband and I skinny-dipping with the Millers?"

Al's eyes widened and his heart returned to his throat.

"What?" he sputtered.

"Do you like to sneak peaks, dear? During private moments? A bit of a voyeur, are you?"

Al sat speechless, mouth gaping open. Sarah smiled and allowed her legs to move slightly apart. Al tried not to look down, but he simply could not keep from taking a quick glance.

"Cat got your tongue, Al?"

Sarah moved her legs a bit further apart. Al's eyes darted downward.

"Checking me out again, Al?"

"I don't... I mean, no, ma'am... I'm sorry. Maybe I had better get back to the mowing."

Sarah's legs inched further apart. Al eyes flashed down again.

"Perhaps you are more comfortable when you are looking from a hiding place, instead of up close and personal."

"I don't know what you mean, Mrs. Best, honest I don't."

"Oh, come on, Al. Bob Miller saw you peeping at us the other night."

How could SHE know too? There is no way they could have seen me behind the fence. No way.

"You can get in a great deal of trouble being a 'Peeping Tom, ' you know."

"Mrs. Best, I swear I don't know what you are talking about."

"I am disappointed in you, Al. You know that you were up on your garage roof looking at all of us in the Miller's hot tub. Did you like what you saw, Al? Did you enjoy getting a load of this 'old lady' body of mine?"

Suddenly, everything became clear to Al. Finally, it all made sense.

Fucking Beth... it was BETH... goddamned BETH... SHE was on the roof... she saw me from there... and Mr. Miller saw her... my goddamned sister watched me jerking off... then she got busted... and now they think the person on the roof was me. I cannot believe this bullshit.

"Mrs. Best, you have to believe me. I was never on any roof watching you or anyone else. I swear on a stack of Bibles that's the truth."

Sarah's legs moved again. Now Al Jr. could see the slightest hint of dark curly public hair between her legs. His eyes flicked down. And, his cock began to respond.

"You weren't on the roof?"

"That wasn't me."

"Who was it then?"

"It must have been my sister," answered Al with the most honest, sincere look he could muster.

"Your sister? Beth? Surely not," replied Sarah.

"It had to be her!"

"Damn, I was hoping that you had gotten a nice view." Sarah inched her legs a bit further apart. "I guess I should have known that you wouldn't be interested in an older woman anyway." Sarah let out a heavy sigh.

Al couldn't help himself now. He stared directly at Sarah Best's exposed pussy. Rays of sunlight from outside seemed to spotlight the narrow gap between Sarah Best's legs. Al's cock strained mightily against his tight cut-off jeans.