Let's meet one of your neighbours...

You continue your stroll past the park and to the end of your street, where something catches your eye. A middle aged housewife is out in her front yard gardening, but what attracts your attention is her body. From you where you stand you have a great view of her firm round ass in a small tight pair of shorts as she kneels over her garden bed to reach for something, her thighs are smooth and very enticing, and when she straightens up you catch a glimpse of her large breasts jiggling healthily under a shorn off tank top as she wipes her brow. Her soft red hair glows in the afternoon sun as she turns and spots you staring at her, she smiles at you.

“Hello John,” She says warmly “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you about.”

A jolt of recognition overcomes you as you realize whom you are spying on. Pamela Lowe has lived on your street since your family first moved in a few years back and almost everyone knew her, but not for the right reasons. Pamela’s husband apparently works overseas for some large company and when he got the job she had decided to remain at their home without him.

You remember hearing people commenting to your mother about Pam’s “loneliness” and the string of repair men she would sometimes call to her house for the most frivolous tasks. You didn’t think much of it at the time but when a plumber is called to unblock a sink, it shouldn’t take three hours to fix or warrant a kiss at the door as he leaves. While your own mother gently calls her “a lonely housewife” you have overheard other names like “tramp” or “man eater” being used in reference to Pam.

You didn’t mind her; she had asked you to mow her lawns a few times when you were younger. You remember her coming out to you with cool drinks in short skirts and bikini tops on the sunny days, sensually rubbing sunscreen on your back and shoulders; “in case you got burnt” she would say. Until your mother decided you were “getting to old to mow lawns” just as you were beginning to get teenaged urges, and really beginning to enjoy the attention.

Yet here she is again, in front of you in tiny skin tight shorts, her smooth soft stomach exposed and prominent breasts hanging softly under a thin sheer tank top, smiling warmly (or could it be hungrily?) at you, just like those times summers ago. You feel a tingling in your groin and your dick begins to react as you stare at her, reminding you how long since you’ve had ANY sexual relief. Is this the chance to try out your new powers on someone, or more importantly; has she noticed your growing erection?