The not so innocent minds Ch 2 STANDALONE
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Maddy cursed her husband for sneaking off to play golf. He knew her family was coming for the week. He knew the lawn needed mowing. He never plays in this sweltering heat -- unless it gets him out of work. The young woman wiped strands of stringy black hair from her perspiration-dripping face and cursed her husband aloud.
The noise of the riding mower would nave covered her words from neighbors, if any lived within ear-shot. Their large, tree bordered lawn offered them at least the sense of privacy. The road in front of the house dead-ended a few homes down, so traffic was negligible. Good thing, Maddy thought. The heat and vibrating machine were conspiring to inspire improper behavior.
And why not, Maddy asked herself. She might as well make this unpleasant chore as bearable as possible. Steering the machine toward the back porch, the brunette parked it and ran into the house in search of her bikini.
On the way she poured a stiff drink, sipping it as she went to the bedroom and stripped out of her shorts and T-shirt. Already half gone, the booze had an effect on the 24-year-old. Being nude, she decided, felt much too nice to cover with a bathing suit. She had to cover herself with something, though, didn't she?
By the time she'd finished the drink, Maddy found a tank top that she decided to shorten with a pair of scissors. While in her hand, she used them to snip the crotch of her shorts. If anyone had been watching her outdoors, this altered outfit would draw less scrutiny. If, by chance, wandering eyes caught sight of something, Maddy shouldn't be showing -- she had taken a bit too much off the tank top -- then it would serve her husband right.
Making another drink on the way out, the young woman set it on the porch railing so she could drive past when she got thirsty. The hot seat of the mower shocked her bare flesh as she straddled it. Boobs giggling freely with out the confinement and support of her bra made the brunette grin. If one of the little brats from across the road wandered into the yard, she was sure he would be able to see the undersides of her breasts.
The engine started immediately, its vibrations coming up through the seat to tickle her moist snatch. Satisfied, Maddy resumed her work. Soon she was sweating like a race horse again. Rivulets ran down the sides of her full, B-cup tits. Her shirt clung to the wet skin. The mower's seat was so slippery she had to hold the steering wheel with both hands while going around the turns.
The way the vinyl scrubbed across her bare genitals heightened her arousal. The brunette had to put on hand between her parted thighs on the straight shots for added excitement. Why hadn't she brought her vibrator, Maddy wondered as she curled a finger into her vulva. The whole sensation had her on the verge of orgasm, so she made herself stop.
Cupping a boob instead, the woman steered by the porch for a couple of sips of her cocktail. The tank top rose on her chest as she raised her arm, and refused to fall back into place when she lowered the glass.
Maddy liked that. She hoped Mr. Baxter was peeking through the cedars separating their properties. She hoped his eye-sight was good enough to spot her exposed nipple. Could he see between her legs, the young brunette wondered, lifting the front of her shorts to display her black pussy as she sipped.
Hell, she thought. This was her yard, wasn't it? She could cut her grass naked if she wanted, couldn't she? Another sip and Maddy decided to chance it. Just once around, she told herself as she peeled the sodden top from her body. She vowed to complete the circuit even if someone did come by.
The shorts came off over her head too. Maddy took a sip from the glass for good luck and started off. Leaning forward, back arched, so her clit felt the full benefit of the throbbing engine, the young woman relished in her daring, her exposure, her arousal. No one appeared, so Maddy made a second trip around, and a third. Each time she stopped for a drink. All too soon the lawn was done.
The horny wife took a ride around the house, risking being seen from the road, or the residence across from hers. Maybe the little brats would catch a glimpse from a window, and come to investigate. She stopped on the Baxter's side of her lot and dismounted for a stroll around the mower. She bent to "examine" engine, first one side, then the other. Remounting, she drove it back to the porch and let it run, thrumming between her legs as she sipped her drink.
Once the glass was empty Maddy just sat there, hips scrunching forward and back. Arms resting on the steering wheel, her head bowed between them, the young woman watched her pussy hump at the mower seat. She could get herself off any second, but this was all too much fun to end it now. She shut the machine down and went inside to freshen her drink.
She came back out as naked as she went in, drink in hand. With out genital stimulation Maddy's arousal had ebbed, and the urge to urinate surfaced in its place. She was sitting on the now still mower -- side saddle -- before she realized how urgent it was. The sun hugged her nude body too warmly to go back indoors, so the young house wife tasted her cocktail and pondered the situation.
She could go right here, basking in the heat of the day. All she had to do was open her legs and let it flow. No one looking would see any more than a naked brunette sipping a drink. Maddy knew she couldn't leave it at that, however. There was still an orgasm to produce. That would be easy enough to do right where she sat too, but public finger-fucking might be taking exhibitionism a bit too far.
At that moment Maddy would love nothing more than masturbating on the front stoop for all to see. In this moment of semi-sanity, the young woman could imagine the scene: her husband bailing her out of jail, reading the news in the paper or learning about it on TV. Probably both. Discretion being the better part of valor -- or indiscretion in this case -- Maddy wondered where best to conduct her playful activities.
The tree line on the Baxter's side was probably a poor choice. There was as much chance of Mrs. Baxter catching her in the act as the old man. The Williams's on the other side of her property were likely not home this time of day, but there was no guarantee. The mild feud between their husbands did not need stoking, so the bushes on that side were out of the question as well. There was a spot beside the house that held promise, now that Maddy looked in that direction.
She'd looked at it for the first time in a year or more while mowing past it. An apple tree grew among the brush there, its shade discouraging weed or grass from growth. The ground lay bare save for moss and a few twigs. Maddy decided a bed of soft, cool moss was just the thing.
A squirt of piss escaped her bladder as she dismounted the mower and started waking in that direction. The brunette hoped she could make it there before it all drained out of her. She wanted to take her time, enjoy the moment. To that end brought her glass with her.
The trickle of pee down her inner thigh felt warm and naughty none the less. Every few steps the aroused brunette stopped, relaxed, peed a little, then went on. Soon she could feel droplets of urine run down over her ankle.
Ducking under the branches of the old tree, the young brunette tossed the dead branches littering the ground aside. Maddy sat on the spongy earth, parted her knees and relished in allowing herself to leak. Feeling totally perverted sitting completely nude out-of-doors with her pussy exposed to the warm air and letting piss gush from her vulva, Maddy raised her glass and toasted the wonderful sensation.
Plying the wet and glistening folds of her cooze with delicate fingers was a favorite game of hers since the age of nine. She discovered the intense pleasure in the school restroom one day when the toilet paper roll was empty. Maddy had tried to wipe herself with the hand, and the more she did it the better it felt. Now a woman, she took a mouth full of her cocktail and set the glass aside so she could lean back on one elbow and caress her genitals lovingly.
Time stopped, suspended in the hot afternoon air. Despite the shade, wafts of warm air breezed in, eddied and left. Perspiration limited itself to a moustache of moisture and droplets of dew that gathered in Maddy's underarms and trickled down the sides of her breast -- the one she occasionally lifted her resting hand to. There it squeezed the flesh firmly enough to make it ache, or pinched the erect nipple to produce small jolts of pain.
The abuse, she imagined, was an invisible lover's punishment for being so sluttish as to prance around outdoors completely nude. The incubus promised to rape her for her sins, his part played by the fingers of her left hand. First it was only one. After toying with the greasy slit between her labia it teased the depression of her vulva. Finally it penetrated, full length, its nail scratching lightly the velvety walls of her vagina.
Then she used two fingers. When her ministrations found drying skin, Maddy paused to sip her highball until she peed again. As she fingered her twat the woman cursed herself for having forgotten her dildo. Even as the next geyser of urine arched from her crotch, the brunette stuffed three fingers into her cunny. Could she, she wondered, get her entire hand inside her before getting off? She had never tried that before.
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