My sister In-Law Marianne just told me this, so I had to tell you.

Why the hell can’t people take their rubbish to the tidy tip? Oh no, they have to have a huge bonfire in their garden during the daytime when people have washing out and stuff. I’ve noticed the old blokes are the worst for this, they’re a blooming nuisance. It’s blooming well 34 degrees outside in a blooming heat-wave and feels even hotter inside the house. It’s horribly stuffy inside ‘cos we’ve had to shut all the windows ‘cos some inconsiderate white-haired a-hole is smoking us out. It feels like we’re cooking inside a greenhouse. It’s not the first time I’ve had problems with this old geezer either. Several times I’ve had to redo my washing cos it stank of smoke. But this time really takes the biscuit.

It’s sweltering hot and we want to be outside in the air not cooped up inside with the windows closed. The kids are getting on my nerves and if Ryan doesn’t stop being a right pain I swear I’m going slam him all over the house. Has he forgotten his lesson already? [JIMP#39]. “Ryan! I may have forgiven you from last time but that won’t stop me teaching you some discipline if you don’t pack it in”. On top of which I’ve not been getting a decent night’s sleep ‘cos of the heat which is making me really irritable and shirty. If Kurt was here, he’d do his nut but he’s off on one of his dodgy dealings. I’ve heard on the radio that there’s been a wave of break-ins by sods climbing in through people’s open windows in this heat. I’ve warned Kurt that if I ever find out he’s been doing that I’ll swing for him and the Police will have to arrest him in casualty because that is where I will put him. I think scum like that are the lowest of the low. Is that making me sound violent? I’m not normally like that; it must be the heat and being stuck inside this sweltering house. “Ryan stop it! That’s your last warning”

I’m getting all hot and bothered, I’ve a good mind to go round there and give the old codger a piece of my mind. In fact I will, I’ve had enough of neighbours who don’t think of others. As soon as I open the door it’s like a sweltering smoke-house and I have to cover my nose and mouth to stop myself coughing. With my eyes and skin stinging, I march to his front door getting more and more worked up with every step feeling the heat of the sun on my fair skin. By the time I ring his doorbell, I’m sweating and fuming.

The old guy answers the door; he’s retired probably in his late 60’s or early 70’s but looks fit and healthy. Standing over 6 feet to my 5 foot 9, he has grey hair and a handsome craggy face with a year-round suntan. He’s well-built like the old creep works out every day at the gym or something. I mean he’s got a firm body and a blooming six-pack at his age. He really thinks he’s it, Mister Popular. I’ve seen him down the pool wearing tiny speedos and posing for all the old women to ogle. Normally I might have felt a bit intimated by him looming over me with his bare chest, abs, muscular arms and shorts but today I’m really peed off with him. The arrogant stuck-up prick just looked down at me as if to say how I dare dirty his doorstep with my presence. I let loose with a rant telling him that it was illegal to have a bonfire in a residential area before 6pm. He just stood there with a condescending smirk on his face and when I’d finished all he said was ““Annnnnd!” he stretched the word out sarcastically.

Oooh! The arrogant sarcastic prick; I hate people who say that, it shows real ignorance. I’ve a good mind to wipe that smirk off his face with my size 8 foot. I tried to remain calm but in that heat I just got angrier and I gave him a right tongue lashing about having no consideration for anyone else except himself. Smirker just stood there gawping openly down the front of my white sleeveless top. It was a little tight around my chest and made my boobs look huge especially as I’m luckily quite slim even after having 4 kids. The V neck was low enough to show off some cleavage and since he was taller than me, he was obviously enjoying the view. With embarrassment I remembered that I wasn’t wearing a bra and the rubbing of the material against my nipples when I walked had made them hard like bullets and they now jutted out which the dirty old sod hadn’t failed to notice. That earned him another verbal barrage while he stood there amused and leering.

I also wore a tiny pair of white shorts that to be honest were rather tight and clung to my compact backside like a second skin. They showed off my long slim legs with my sleek toned thighs and the long shapely hamstring down the back. My calves are long and sleek with a good shape. Viewed from the outside edge they are a sort of semi-teardrop shape. From the rear they are long and sleek toned muscle, very feminine but well defined not big and bulky like a man. My brother in-law Jim keeps going about how sexily muscled and toned they are. Well that’s what you get from years of walking up and down hilly streets in heels several times a day. In more recent years the Salvation Army has been keeping me toned in their gym. At the moment my legs were bare, lightly tanned and shiny in a mix of muscle tone and sun-cream. I also wore sandals that had a heel that gave my calves more shape, not that they needed it. The old guy’s eyes were almost out on stalks as I stood idling turning my right leg to the side and flexing the calve while I told him off. So he was a leg and breast man, no surprise there, the dirty old sod.

When I was a teenager no boy gave a second look at the skinny girl with the shoulder-length mousey blonde hair and small but long narrow face with sticky-out ears and long nose. Not to mention the small thin-lipped mouth with buck teeth that needed braces that sat above a deep chin, although Jim tells me it is a very kissable little mouth - the cheeky monkey. The edges of my broad flat cheeks formed downward lines from the middle of my nose to the edges of my mouth. Worst of all my small narrow squinty blue eyes were magnified by cheap oversized NHS specs. Back then I couldn’t get a boyfriend if I tried, so it is ironic that nowadays the sight of my legs turn men’s heads. With a spark of mischief I turned around pointing out how far down the road the smoke was drifting letting him see my long sleek calves that swell out gently from slim ankles until they become a thick hanging mass behind my shin like half an elongated peardrop. They are not that wide, but my calve heads are hard thick double-diamond shaped slabs with a little cleft between. Just for good measure I go up onto my toes making my calves really jump out rock hard and sharp, I hold that pose for a while until I hear the old git’s breathing get heavier behind me. For some reason a lot of men find them very sexy so I’m not surprised that when I turn back the old git is sporting a stiff bulge in the front of his shorts and quite a bulge it is too. You don’t know how disgusting that is, to have an old white-haired geezer bare apart from his shorts with a stiffy pointing at you.

I’ll tell you, approaching 40 I’m no beauty although Jim tells me I’m good looking. I think I’m gawky and starting to get wrinkles but this old creep is practically drooling. He is eyeing up my legs and trying to look down my cleavage. I see the calculating expression come over his face as he becomes slimier. “Look dear why don’t you come inside? I’m sure we can come to something to keep us both happy. It’s too hot to argue out here” he says. Yeah, I know what something he’s after that will make him happy, that boner makes it obvious. Oh now he wants to be nice, the smarmy old git. He’s old enough to be my father, look at him so blatantly looking at my legs and boobs. Maybe it’s the heat, I’m usually a lot calmer than this but as I enter I see him stare hungrily at my arse and legs. Suddenly I snap.

“You want my legs?” I raise my voice putting a hard edge on it. He looks shocked. “Believe you me, you can’t handle them. Try this”. Raging I spun my side towards him, moving very fast, raising my leg at the knee then snapped it straight. “Hai!” that made him jump as my size 8 foot powered right into his gut with a satisfying feel. WHUMP! “Waharghh!” he groaned. My sleek thighs bulged beautifully as my long shapely leg straightened lifting the old git clean off his feet. There was a pleasing look of shock on his face as he went flying away from me at high speed backwards into the house. You don’t know how sexy and strong that makes me feel and as he crashed into the wall at the back of the hall I was horny for more. Yes, at the back of my mind I knew it was wrong and I should stop but I was all pumped up and raging to go.

The old letch was clearly winded, his head drooping towards the floor gasping for breath. “You thought you were in such good shape but you’re no match for my legs” I told him. I didn’t expect him to reply, one of my gut-kicks is enough to shut up any man, six-pack or not. Yet he still couldn’t take his eyes off them as I walked towards him. I pressed my body right up against him forcing him to stand up straight with his back against the wall. His eyes glanced down as my bust pushed against his chest and squashed up then looked up as I shoved my face right in front of his. His eyes flickered over my face clearly re-appraising my looks, looking at me properly for the first time. I could see him looking beyond the gawky magnifying effect of my specs at my small blue eyes, probably thinking how pretty they look. His gaze slipped to my prominent sleek nose then to my small thin-lipped mouth. The way he just stared at it, I knew that he was thinking about kissing it he was so transparent. He kept nervously glancing at my magnified eyes unsure of my reaction if he did but unable to bear my hard stare for long. I let him whither under it for a few more moments of silence as his breathing steadied against my chest. However I was surprised by the stiffness of his cock pressing against my crotch, another man who gets turned on by dominant women whether he knew it or not. That just turned me on all the more.