Tramp on a Trampoline
What
should Penelope do first? Rod Stroker was so far completely ignorant
of the fact that he was living next door to a sexy woman who wanted
to pander to his every forbidden desire, not to mention several he
wouldn't even have until she suggested them.
She
had to attract his attention.
Perhaps
if he looked over the fence and saw her sunbathing in her back yard.
She
looked at her fleshy naked body in the mirror and gave it a wiggle.
If only she could sunbathe nude. It was so unfair that that wasn't
allowed in suburbia. Hell, she wished she could just walk around the
neighbourhood nude on a warm day. Being an exhibitionist it would
make her feel so yummy. It would make her pussy really wet. And lots
of guys would get stiff cocks which they could have so much fun
playing with when they got home. If Penelope ruled the world it would
be a happier place.
But
she didn't, so she had to settle on a bikini. She dug one out of her
bottom drawer which she hadn't worn in ten years. Black and white
zebra stripes. She'd put on a few kilos since then, but she thought
she could squeeze into it.
Sure
enough she made it, though she had to tug hard. It didn't cover much.
It pushed her big boobs up into a soft deep valley of cleavage. Her
belly and hips bulged over the tight string that held the brief
bottoms in place. And when she turned around, she could see that a
couple of centimetres of butt-crack showed in the back. It looked
obscene. Gloriously obscene. So obscene that she could just imagine
Rod Stroker's hard cock bursting through a knothole in the fence at
the sight of her.
She
picked up her mobile phone and quickly took a couple of snaps of
herself and sent them to Ahmed. She hoped he would share them with
all his friends. She loved the idea of being the lust-object of
licentious Libyans.
Next
she picked up her portable speakers and her I-Pod and a tube of
sunscreen, then she skipped out into her back yard. She set up her
speakers and I-Pod, but didn't turn them on. There was plenty of time
for that. Penelope had a trampoline in her backyard. It had been
there when she moved in. Now she climbed up onto it and started
covering herself with sunscreen.
The
sun was soothing on her body and she soon fell asleep.
"...up
to here with that fucking show," a man's voice came from across
the fence. "I want a co-star that doesn't pee on me... Breath?
Well, yes, he has better breath than Samantha. Eucalyptus. He eats
nothing but gum leaves after all. But I had to kiss Samantha. I don't
have to kiss Claude the koala... Mouth to mouth? You're fucking
kidding me! Next episode? That's the final straw!"
It
was Rod Stroker! Penelope went into action. She turned her I-Pod to
"The Bad Touch" by Bloodhound Gang. Then she jumped up onto
the trampoline and began bouncing and gyrating while singing along to
the lyrics :
"You
and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So
let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
"Do
you mind turning down that unholy racket?1?" Stroker cried,
poking his head over the fence, his eyes shooting fire from above his
sandy well-trimmed beard.
"Sorry,
sir!" she apologised and turned off the music. "I'm such a
big..." But his face was gone.
"Sorry
about that," she heard him talking on the phone once more. "Some
deranged bimbo next door..." His voice faded away as he went
back into the house.
"Rod
Stroker called me a 'bimbo'," Penelope sighed as she came in her
bikini bottoms.
Where
will Penelope's infatuation take her now? Find out next time!
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