After Sylvie and Randy leave for the day, Aunt Mallory stands in front of the kitchen sink with her ombre hair tied in a simple bun, humming her favourite tunes. She is wearing her favourite silk-like blue kimono robe with printed flowers wide open and the belt dangling at the sides. Patches of soap bubbles dot her creamy white breasts, which jiggle gently as she cleans the plates. The blackness of her pubic hairs are visible beneath her little, white, frilly lace bottoms, while some of her stray hairs play peek-a-boo around the borders.
As Mallory hangs the damp dish towel on the fridge handle, she wonders what she should do on her day off. Shopping comes to mind, but with temperatures soaring into the upper 20s on the Celsius scale, she dismisses that ideal. Putting on more make-up and getting dressed doesn’t seem that appealing. She would much rather hang around the house naked.
Mallory stares out the kitchen window at her lounge chair in the backyard and considers working on her tan. Minutes later, she steps out the back door carrying a paperback book, her cell, a towel, sunscreen, and a water bottle. She removes her robe and lets it fall to the deck boards before laying the towel on her chair and lying down, relaxing on her stomach.
A couple chapters into her book she looks up to see Ray, her handsome new neighbour, walking around the back of his home, dressed in a cream colored t-shirt, green camouflage khaki cargo shorts, and black runners caring for his plants while his golden retriever plays blissfully in the backyard.
Mallory’s feminine wilds stir as she observes the tall, slim fella. She grabs her little vibrator, which she also brought out, lubricates it and discreetly pulls her frilly panties aside then tucks the bright red sex toy under her before Ray could notice. Mallory lets it vibrate against her clit and womanly folds. She leaves it on a low setting to get used to the sensation and goes back reading her book. Several pages later Mallory discreetly slips the toy inside her in one swift gesture.
Mallory closes her eyes, concentrating on the pulsations she’s feeling from within her vagina. She can feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. She leaves it in and continues reading while looking up occasionally, watching Ray go about his gardening.
The 37-year-old wanted to be the first to enjoy her neighbour’s family jewels, but Sylvie, her niece, had already beaten her by giving him a blow job he wouldn’t soon forget. What she told her aunt about the man’s orifice made her want to see him even more.
Still with her vibrator inside, Mallory props her head up on her hand and cheerfully speaks so he hears her from a distance. “Hey, you’re sure a busy man over there with those flowers.”
With his hand over his eyes to shield them from the glaring sun; Ray sees the silhouette of a radiant goddess lying on a chair, her roundish posterior worshipping the sky.
“What can I say, gardening is a never-ending hobby.” Ray answers with a chuckle.
“That’s a nice looking puppy you have, what’s his name and how old is he?”
“He’s a she and she’s about a year old. Her name is Bailey.” Ray meanders towards the fence as they converse. Mallory’s voice is soft, calm, and fluid to the middle-aged man’s ears, and he feels her words flow effortlessly to him like a song.
Ray piques Mallory’s curiosity and she decides it’s time to get better acquainted with her handsome neighbour. Mel gets up from her chair, walks down the steps of her deck and wanders over to him, wearing just her panties.
“By the way, I’m Mallory.” She introduces herself and they shake hands over the fence. Mallory finds his short salt-and-pepper hair, dimples, and smile attractive and wonders what the rest of him looks like.
Mallory’s bare breasts poke through the rectangular spaces as she leans against the chain-link fence. She notices Ray’s shorts protruding outwards like a tent. It’s obvious he finds her state of undress arousing, to say the least.
“You know it’s hard having a conversation when you’re standing there like that.” Ray admits and laughs.
“Is it a problem?” Mallory asks with a saucy wink and a wide grin. She points to her knickers. “I can take these off too, if you’d like?”
“Oh believe me, I’m not having a problem with it. It’s a good thing there are no other houses around.” Ray giggles as he answers back. “Did you always talk to your old neighbors like this?”
“Oh hell, no… they would’ve called the police.”
“Well, believe me, I won’t be calling them.” Ray assures Mallory.
“Take your pants off Ray, your little guy looks like he wants out.”
Ray, unable to believe what he is hearing, questions. “Really, You want me to take them off?!?”
“Sure… why not?” Mallory nods and gestures encouragingly. “Let him out, let him feel the breeze and the warm sun.”
Ray senses Mallory is dead serious and he hesitantly loosens his black web belt and unzips.
Mallory becomes increasingly turned on with her vibrator Sahabet still buzzing inside her as she watches him push his shorts to the ground, followed by his underwear.
Mallory takes a step back, removes her undergarment, and playfully tosses it over the fence onto the uncut grass. “Here, you can have these.”
Ray picks them up and holds them to his nostrils, smelling Mallory’s dampness on them. He grins as if it were a wonderful perfume.
“Doesn’t that breeze feel good around your crotch?” Mallory asks, then tells him to remove his t-shirt as she leans forward against the fence again with her vibrator now clearly visible. “I love how my body feels, especially when a light breeze blows between my legs. There’s something so liberating about being naked outside. I’d like to come out here like this more often if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, believe me, I don’t have a problem with it,” He says as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and leans up against the fence, his cock sticking through.
He makes Mallory laugh with his smart ass jokes and charisma like no other man can, and she can’t help but yearn for him. He is knowledgeable, compassionate, and delightful and listens to her with honest concern and respect. She senses an affection in his gaze. The two of them continue chatting; Mallory, feeling a bit heated, rubs her arm and sensually touches her breasts.
She squats down, takes his manhood between her hands, and swallows him whole through the wire fence. Ray welcomes her touches and doesn’t say anything or wince, only smiles.
“You know what I’ve always wanted to grow, sunflowers,” She says after getting him hot and bothered. Mallory stands up and raises her hand, imitating a sunflower turning. “They are so bright and cheerful. I love how they follow the sun.”
“Well, sunflowers are pretty easy to grow. They need a lot of sun, water, space, and a little fertilizer.” Ray educates her.
Mallory steps back and candidly pulls out her vibrator as Ray looks on, turns it off, and keeps it in her palm while they continue to talk.
Ray strives to remember the image he had just witnessed of her, hoping to have sweet dreams about what she did while he drifts off in bed tonight.
After a few more minutes of conversing, she invites Ray to join her on her deck.
“Really?”
“Hmm… mm… you can help me with my suntan lotion too.” Mallory winks and opens the gate for him.
Ray commands Bailey to go back to the house. She takes a few steps towards the house before stopping, sitting, and lying down with sad puppy dog eyes when she realizes Ray isn’t following her.
“No,no… let her come.” Mallory smiles kindly and nods, indicating for the dog to come over. She had always loved animals, and this one seemed goofy, nice and well-behaved.
“Okay, go on, Bailey!” Ray changes his mind and gestures for her to go through. She gets up, wags her tail excitedly, makes a couple donuts before running through the gate.
Mallory bursts out laughing as she squats to welcome her, and Bailey knocks her down and showers her with wet, sloppy face kisses. She feels a surge of enjoyment and excitement. She looks at Ray affectionately, staggers happily to her feet and giggles like a little schoolgirl.
“Mmm… it looks like Bailey likes you.” Ray laughs.
Mallory nods with agreement while wiping grass off her naked body, still laughing. The three of them start towards the house and Bailey happily trots ahead wagging her tail. Once they reach the top step, Bailey finds herself a comfortable spot out of the sun.
Mallory sets her vibrator down, points to a chair and Ray sits down. She offers him a beer and disappears into the house.
“Umm… yeah, sure thanks, Mallory.” Ray eases back in a large muskoka chair sitting next to the patio table.
Ray spots Mallory’s vibrator laying on her chair and holds it up in the air, looking at it with wonder and thinking, “Oh, how I’d like to be one of these in my next life.”
Mallory returns, places the frosty can on the table, and sets a large bowl of refreshing water down for Bailey.
“Ha Ha, so you like my toy, eh?” Mallory is unfazed and hints at some fun with it in the future. She stands beside him with her legs slightly parted and makes the gesture of rubbing a penis. “Ray, it’s okay if you want to rub your little guy. I love it when guys are just being themselves and doing it.”
Mallory smiles as she watches Ray test his newfound freedom with the attractive woman, slowly touching himself in her presence. What more could a guy ask for, endless blue skies, warm temperatures, a cold beer and sitting with an open minded lovely, mature and naked lady.
Mallory adjusts the backrest of her patio chaise lounge chair to find the most comfortable position and turns the chair facing him, then adjusting her towel on the chair before lifting her leg over and leaning back comfortably. She combs her fingers through her black muff and pinches a few hairs as she speaks. “So, what’s your story? Sahabet Giriş How long have you been divorced?”
“Umm… There isn’t really much of a story. My father was a bricklayer for many years; my mom was a nurse. After touring through Canada and the United States doing odd jobs for a couple years after college, I decided to join the military. I served as an aircraft repair technician, now I currently work as one for a small regional airline out of Toronto. That’s the short version.” Ray tells Mallory. “I’ve been divorced for about two years, no children. My ex and I are still friends.”
“Do you two still fuck?” Mallory asks unabashedly.
“Hmm-mm, sometimes.” Ray answers wondering what kind of response he’ll get from Mallory. “Is that bad?”
“As long as you two are happy with it, why not?” Mel replies. “Does she like girls?”
“Um… I’m not sure.”
“Well, next time she comes over, introduce me to her. Maybe the three of us will get together someday, Mmm?” Mallory suggests. ” Meantime, I’m looking forward to hearing the long version of your story someday. So, Sylvie tells me she gave you a blow job a couple weeks ago. How was it?”
“Oh, she was one of the best.” Randy admits.
“I taught her how to do it. I’m glad to hear that my top pupil performed so well.”
“You mean you’ve taught other’s your sensual ways.” Ray flirts. “Is there a Mallory’s School of Seduction?”
“Uh, no…unfortunately. But that’s an idea I should consider.” Mallory casually points at him and the two enjoy a little laugh. “Actually, Sylvie was my only student. She’s my sister’s daughter.”
There’s a lull following some fun getting to know each other. After a few minutes, Mallory clears her throat a few times to get Ray’s attention as he sits back with his eyes closed, enjoying the noon hour sun. Ray blinks and sees Mallory lying on her stomach, holding up a tube of sunscreen.
He gets up, takes the bottle from her and sits on the lounge chair beside her. He can feel the dampness of her skin as he sits against her. Ray smears the oily substance over her back and massages her with his firm, skillful hands.
“Mmm… that feels good, Ray.” Mallory purrs. His hand travels over her smooth, flawless shoulders and the width of her back. She feels his fingers running up the side of her breasts as they run along her ribs. Ray skips Mallory’s buttocks as his hands glide down her long, slim legs. He massages her feet before moving back up to her behind.
“Hey, I want to feel your hands on my ass and don’t be scared to rub them between my legs.” Mallory tells him.
“Where have you been all my life?” He ponders silently to himself.
Ray caresses then squeezes her soft behind. He separates her cheeks and admires her back entrance. Ray can’t help himself, with his tongue he swirls around her back entrance for a few seconds before shoving a finger up to the first bend.
“Oooh… Yeah Ray, I love that!” Mallory moans softly before turning around and suggesting. “Don’t be afraid to play with my tits or pussy too. You can suck on my nipples and lick my pussy if you’d like. Mmm.”
As the summer sun embraces their bodies, they look deeply into each other’s eyes. Ray draws his hand up, wraps it around her short delicate neck, and pulls her towards him, where their lips sensually touch. First, little pecks on her slender upper lip, then her bottom lip. Mallory instinctively wraps her arms around his neck. Ray lowers his arms around her upper body, holding her tight. She pushes her tongue into his mouth, and their tongues dance with excitement.
Ray slowly kisses Mallory on the cheek and draws his tongue upwards to one of her tiny earlobes, each adorned with tiny diamond-like earrings. He nudges his nose into her ear, and she giggles with delight.
Ray gropes his pretty neighbour’s fleshy boobs and pinches her perky toonie-size reddish-brown nipples. There’s no guessing whether or not Mallory’s aroused.
Ray spreads Mallory’s legs and rubs his cock until he feels he’s hard enough to enter her. He slowly slides in feeling the wetness of her vagina.
“Damn it Ray, I didn’t realize your cock was that long.” Mallory chuckles lightly. Ray goes lightly for a few minutes. Mallory is feeling the heat of the day and suggests “Umm… Let’s go upstairs to my room, it’s more comfortable and a wee bit cooler.”
Ray pulls his hardened manhood from her and stands while nodding in agreement. Mallory gets up, rubs his hairy chest affectionately a couple times and snatches her robe, slinging it over her arm. Then, she grabs her phone and toy. Bailey follows them inside and quickly finds a spot to lie down.
Just as Mallory slides the patio door shut, the doorbell rings and Bailey barks. “Shit, not now, please!”
Mallory tenses, feeling a surge of annoyance. She glances at Ray’s instrument, then the clock on the wall. The time is now a bit past one o’clock. Maybe if she ignores the doorbell, they will go away. It’s the last thing she wants Sahabet Yeni Giriş to do, is leave such a perfectly good hard-on. But the doorbell rings again, and again each time more insistently. Bailey continues to bark just as much. She sighs deeply, puts on her robe and tightens the belt around her hourglass waist.
“I’m sorry Ray, you go ahead upstairs. It’s the last room straight ahead. Just relax, I’ll be up there in a minute.” Ray nods as he exits the kitchen and heads upstairs.
Mallory throws her hands up, sighs again and shuffles grudgingly to the door in her bare feet. She wonders who it is. Maybe it’s Charlie, her mechanic who lives two doors down and he came for his payment on that new starter he installed on her car last week. It could be Isabel selling beauty products.
Mallory quickly checks herself in the mirror, fussing with her hair and adjusting her robe. She hopes to look calm and composed, even though she feels anything but. Mallory opens the door to see the last person she wants to see right now. She sighs in frustration and annoyance and slumps against the door frame. Mallory crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the unwelcome visitor.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in an icy tone.
“What, can’t I come and visit my favourite sister?” Molly smirks as she clutches her oversized black handbag and rudely forces herself past Mallory. Molly knows she’s being both inconvenient and obnoxious but doesn’t care.
“Fuck off! I’m your only sister and you’re definitely not my favourite.” Sibling rivalry has been an off-and-on thing between the two since forever.
Molly is tall and slim, like her sister. She has a light complexion, a few freckles, and fiery shoulder-length red hair curled inwards. She is wearing bright yellow and black-rimmed spectacles, which bring to mind a bumble bee.
“Why don’t you come on in,” Mallory mutters sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she pushes the door shut with angst.
“Is that any way to treat a house guest?” Molly comes back. “Did I just hear a dog bark?”
“I don’t remember inviting you over, and trust me, if you weren’t my sister I’d be calling the police.” Mallory sighs, “Yes, it’s the neighbor’s dog.
Molly doesn’t listen and simply keeps chatting.
Molly’s outfit is a mismatch of styles and colours. She wears a thin, frumpy black sweater that covers her neck but fails to completely block out her white bra underneath. Her sleeves are rolled midway to her elbows. An unusually large necklace of white faux pearls strings around her neck clashing with the black fabric. Her beltless, velcro skirt is a yellow and black kilt extending over her knees, giving her a pop of tartan. She completes her outfit with black leggings that hide her otherwise shapely legs and ballet-style shoes that match the sweater.
Molly follows Mallory to the kitchen. Where she sets a cup of tea on the table before her younger sister, wondering what she wants and how long she will have to endure her presence.
“What do you want this time, borrow my car, you’re in trouble and you want me to talk to mom and dad or borrow money?”
“What makes you think I want something?” Molly reclines in her chair and childishly puts her hands in her lap, frustrated.
“Well, I only ever see you when you want something.”
The two girls spar with one another. Mallory wants nothing more than to get along with her sister and has attempted multiple times to make amends without success.
“I want you to send Sylvie home.” Molly demands.
“Aha, I knew you wanted something!” Mallory slams a flat palm on the table. “And ‘No’, I’m not sending her home. She’s enjoying herself.”
“You’re a detrimental influence on my daughter. Look at you. Your, you know, what’s virtually hanging out of your robe and whatever’s showing between your legs?
“You can’t say it, can you?” Mallory laughs, mocking her sister. “You can’t say tits, or cunt can you?”
“Sylvie wants to run around the house naked and I constantly have to keep yelling at her to cover up. Lord knows what else she’s doing over here. She could be playing with her snatch for all I know.” Molly motions, masturbating with a repulsive frown on her face.
Mallory once again rolls her eyes and shrugs. “Oh, Molly, you are such a prude. What’s wrong with that?”
“She should only have pure thoughts until she’s properly married.”
“Molly, masturbating is normal and celibacy before marriage, went out with the sexual revolution just like disco and bell-bottoms!”
“Hey, I’m just as sexual as anybody else.”
“Ha Ha Ha… Who are you kidding, YOU, sexual?” Mallory points at Molly and leans back in her chair, laughing heartily. “For as long as I can remember, you’ve always worn a bra and panties to bed beneath your pajamas. You barely take them off long enough to shower and dry. You’re scared to even let the cat see you naked.”
“Well, it’s disgusting to show off your body.”
“Who are you hiding from? Arctic explorers wear less clothing than you did on dates as a teenager. One thing for sure, we never had to worry about you getting knocked up.”
“Hey, I got married, didn’t I, and had a beautiful girl?” Molly boasts, “At least she was until she started hanging around here.”
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