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89 lines
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Daydream
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by deirdre
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I admit it. I stared out the front window. Our neighbors next door
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were having their house painted, and I was watching the kid who was
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doing it! He must have been a college kid, earning money in his spare
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time. It was hot and he was wearing nothing but cutoffs. I stared at
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the tanned form of his back. I wondered if he was on some sports
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team--he had the right build, but I guess then he wouldn't be doing
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odd jobs. I wondered if he had some little college girlfriend.
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I had some work to do on the front yard. It was awfully hot, really
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too hot to work. The boy must really need the money. I slipped on a
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bikini and then pulled some cutoffs over the bottom. I went out
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front, ready to pull some weeds. I couldn't watch him while I
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worked without being really obvious and wondered if I should have
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stayed inside so I could see him better. I wondered if he had noticed
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me or if he were watching me. I may have 15 years on him, but I'm
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not bad in a bikini.
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I looked back at him. He wasn't on the ladder, but was stirring some
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paint, and looking in my direction! I quickly looked away. He *was*
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watching me. I worked, nervously.
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"Hi!" I almost jumped out of my skin--he had walked up behind me.
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"Oh, hello," I returned, standing up and turning to him. I brushed the
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dirt and weeds from my cutoffs. Then I felt like I should have
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stayed kneeling and should have looked up at him in a confident way.
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I just didn't have it in me to remain cool and collected.
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"It's really too hot to be working," he added. I knew that. I wondered
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what he thought of me. Of my body. The older woman. Did he even
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think of me in that way? Or was he just interested in those *little
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girls*? *His own age* I mentally added, berating myself. What
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would it be like to be his little college girlfriend?
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"I just can't stand to see this garden needing weeding like this," I
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improvised. "Do you do gardening too?" I asked.
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"Oh no," he said, laughing. "You're on your own!"
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"Well, I don't need any painting done," I said. Not too bright, but I
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was getting jittery. Did he know what he was doing to me?
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"Don't work *too* long!" he added with a laugh and then he turned and
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went back. I stood there like an idiot, watching his back. It was too
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hot to work. I wondered what my hair looked like. I gathered my
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things and put them away in the garage and went back inside. I went
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to get some iced tea. But I got a wine cooler instead.
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I sat in the kitchen, drinking my wine cooler. I don't usually do
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that... I *never* do that during the day--it must have been I was still
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agitated from meeting that boy. I wondered again what it would be
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like to be his little college girlfriend. He'd lead me to his dorm room
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which would be messy, with posters of girls and rock bands. He'd
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turn around and kiss me. With such a careless motion, he'd turn and
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capture my head. Our tongues would be gently meeting. He'd slip his
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lips away from mine and whisper in my ear "I *want* you!".
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I awoke from my revere and again wondered at myself, sitting in the
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kitchen, daydreaming like that. I took my cooler into the living room
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and sat looking out the window. He was still there, painting. His
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back still bare. I thought of him in the dorm room, taking his shirt
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off, then slowly undressing me. I had my cutoffs unzipped and my
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fingers were in the front of my bikini bottoms. He would have me
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nude, and pick me up as if I weighed nothing, and gently lay me on
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the bed. Laying on my back, I'd put a hand on his chest as he sat next
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to me and I'd caress it. He'd run his hands up and down my body, then
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caress my breasts, then finger me between my legs. His eyes would
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be locked on mine. My fingers would go to the waste of his shorts
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and slip into the waste band. He'd smile, remove my hand, lean down
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to give me a little kiss, and then stand and take off his shorts and
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briefs. I'd know he had them off even though I couldn't take my eyes
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from his. He'd get on the bed and straddle me, looking down at me.
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Finally I'd glance down and see his cock, hard as a rock. He'd take my
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hand and put it on his cock and I'd encircle it in my grip and squeeze
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it gently, over and over, rhythmically. I'd watch his face as his
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mouth opened and his eyes glazed over. I'd smile. Then I'd slow my
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rhythm and start caressing his cock, lightly, along the lower edge.
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He'd come to himself and look at me again and take my hand away.
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Then he'd kiss it and then lean down and whisper in my ear "I *want*
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you... *now*!" He'd start shifting positions and I'd know I could never
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stop him. I'd see his mouth flit between a smile of pleasure and
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another look...of pure need.
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He was stirring the paint again, just like before when he was
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watching me. I came and came.
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