Heather holds an executive position in a major investment firm, and has
to dress rather conservatively. When she’s at home or in certain social
settings, she tends to dress a little more comfortably, but still not at all
provocatively. Mark used to think it was because she felt a need to
maintain an image, but after being together for a year, he knows otherwise. At times she seems restricted, inhibited, which is no surprise, since she was raised in her parents’ puritanical ways. Although he has noticed on occasion she really does enjoy knowing that men and women are looking, wanting, admiring and lusting after her…she always denies it.

Despite her conservative dress, she still attracts certain attention at
work. In fact, just yesterday she told Mark that she caught her
handsome colleague, Mike, staring at her heavy chest several times during the meeting, and trying to peek at her ass when he thought she wouldn’t notice. “Why do men always think we don’t know that they are looking?” she asked in a slightly irritated tone. She mentioned that she wished Mark would have concentrated more on the meeting, but Mark doubted that she really meant it…he got his confirmation later that night.

He came into the bedroom as she had just finished showering. She was
standing in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. He came up behind her,
took a breast in each hand and planted a trail of soft kisses on her
shoulders and neck. He cupped her ass and pulled her onto him, whispering in her ear, “I’ll bet Mike wishes he could get his hands this sweet ass.” His hands trailed back to her breasts, squeezed them tight, then pinched and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Bet he’d love to suck on these, too.” His arousal was growing; he could feel heat between them.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she turned around and starting ripping at his clothes; she couldn’t get them off him fast enough. She was like a
tigress about to attack.  There was no lovemaking being made this time; there were not going to be any soft kisses, soft touches, no “I love
you’s”…her body reflected pure animal lust. He slammed his cock into
her dripping, hot, wet pussy. It felt sooooo good…he groaned as he felt
the tightness of her pussy on his rock hard cock. In between moans and groans of pleasure he mumbled, “I’ll bet Mike would die to get his cock where mine is”.  A moan emerged from the back of her throat; she started slamming her body up against his. It was dirty, raw, wild sex, they were both so turned on that they both came very quickly. Panting from pure exhaustion, they collapsed on the bed and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Waking up to the sun, realizing it is Saturday, Mark smiles, reaches over to an empty pillow. He knows how Heather loves her garden, and assumes that is where she is. Mark works at a local university and has some papers to mull through, even though it is Saturday. He crawls out of bed, making his way to the kitchen for some coffee, pours himself a steaming cup, and glances out the window. He notices her right away…he also notices that she isn’t wearing a bra. She is dressed in a pair of very short shorts and a light t-shirt that is entirely too small. The fence and trees surrounding the yard make it difficult for anyone to get a good view of her, except perhaps the house on the left. Mark is sure she is fantasizing about being watched, devoured by someone’s peering eyes. Perhaps she feels safe from her own lust and desires that way, while indulging them.

After an hour or so of correcting the papers, Mark takes a well-deserved
break. He creeps up the long carpeted stairs of their two-story home,
and makes his way to the back window. Pushing the curtain aside, he sees Heather, and what perfect timing, she is in the process of pulling weeds…her body bending up and down, up and down. He feels his cock twitch; his eyes are fixated on the curve of her ass in those tight shorts. He gives his cock a slight rub through his pants, sighs, and turns to go back to work. As he turns, he catches a glimpse of something or someone next door. He stares for a second at the ground floor window next door on the left, and in the shadows he can make out a figure. Staring a moment longer, he realizes it is Jim, his 18-year old neighbor. He has positioned himself in front of the window and has a pair of binoculars strapped around his neck, directed right on Heather’s tight little ass. Mark is sure Jim can see her ass cheeks peeking out from those shorts; he has the binoculars in one hand and is rubbing his cock through his jeans with the other. Jim is quite good-looking, but painfully shy, and almost certainly a virgin.

Mark looks back at Heather, she is standing now, and her back is
probably a little stiff from being bent over. She puts her hands behind her back, clasps them at the base of her spine, draws her shoulders back and pushes her stomach out a bit.