The Clothes Line

The Clothes Line

I am a normal kind of guy that lives in Upstate New York in a quiet neighborhood of middle class folks that take pride in their yards and homes. I for one am one of those fools that still have a front porch and long hedge along one side of my drive way. I am always fussing over the looks of my yard and trying to find something to muse me as I try to enjoy my retired life from work and my long trips into the city to work. I have a sexy vixen of a woman next door that treats us all to visual treats of pleasure and delight. She purposely puts on a skimpy robe that almost covers her body. She always chooses the hottest days to do her wash, and she knows the men in the near by homes are watching, with bated breath, wishing she would drop something, or let the robe fall open.

It was a normal warm summer day and the yard work was done, and I was fussing as usual on cutting the hedge and being sure the top was just right or the sides were straight. Mona my next door vixen was putting wash out on the line and hanging up her clothes in the most sensual manner, that would make any male my age drop dead with pleasure. Mona did this more as a treat for the local men that watched her from upper porches and windows each week, as she did this time-honored tradition that no one does anymore. She would hang each bed sheet slowly looking at each wrinkle and pulling out each part of the silken fabric. I knew she always slept in silk or some satin type sheet, seeing I was one of the members of men that spied on her each week. I could count the men that watched her, and I was chairman of the board of sorts seeing I was close to her property line. The was Harry in the upper porch two doors away, Bill who as across the way and had strong field glasses and then there was some one that always looked through a slit in the drapes, and I called him. “Mr. X” We all watched and hated rainy days that had to show, but we some how made up for it a few days later. As Mona slowly filled the line with lace panties and bra sets, she would hang them out to dry and be sure she took her time in being sure the cups of the bra were just so, and the panties were hung not to show any flaws. I was lucky to have a private viewing one-day as she put her last piece of lace and satin out to dry. As she got the last piece of laundry out, she bent over and to my amazement she was naked under her robe that she wore each day she did this to us. As she must of knew I was watching, she giggled and let the robe open to view the most pleasant set of breasts I have ever seen in my life. Dark nipples and each one pointed skyward and there was no sag to it all. I gasped and I think she heard me, and she slowly looked my way and spotted me with my mouth open. She knew where the hedge had an opening and walked over to it and she looked at me as if I got caught with my hand in a cookie jar. I smiled for a long moment and she slowly asked me to sit on a bench far back in the yard, where no one would notice us. As we walked back, she let her robe fall, and she stood in front of me, and my poor body went limp, knowing this couldn’t be happening to me. As she sat down and pulled my pants down and slowly inched my shorts down as well, she giggled knowing I was ripe for the occasion and I was wet from all the watching I was doing. She opened her mouth and my cock was swallowed up to the hair line and my balls were tight with a monster load of cum. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, and she said nothing to me, as she pumped my cock deep into her wet mouth.  I could feel my load of cum boiling inside me; I could feel her teeth along the lines of my cock. I held her head as I slowly pumped it with ever increasing pumping and gasping from me. I couldn’t hold it back any more and I released my load into her mouth, and she gasped for air, and slowly took it. She slowly pumped for what I thought was an hour, and I gasped and my legs grew week. I could hardly get my composure as she slowly stopped pumping me and started to feel my balls that ached deep inside me. I some how knew I was done, and Mona slowly got up and walked away from me and went back through the hole in the hedge to her yard, I knew the rest of my friends knew what happened that day and as we let the summer months grow long and hot.  I will always remember washdays in my humble neighborhood and how those moments will live close to this old man’s heart, during the cold winter months that were ahead

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