Linda carefully hung the sheets and clothes on the backyard line to dry. Of course she had a clothes dryer but it couldn’t match the fresh smell the summer breeze imparted to the clothes. Besides, hanging the laundry in her backyard was a pleasant, leisurely activity that she enjoyed on these warm mornings. The only sound was the gentle breeze in the trees and the birds singing.
At 57, Linda was, as she often told herself, ‘terribly typical’. She was a mom with two grown and married kids, one of whom had recently made her a grandmother. Her very natural looking chestnut brown hair was the result of twice monthly tinting to cover all the gray. She had always struggled with her weight but had pretty much given up the fight in recent years. At five feet six inches, she tipped the scales at 175, fat by anyone’s measure. She had never had a problem with cellulite but her thighs were thick, her buttocks large, and prominent love handles bulged at the small of her back. There was no way to conceal the swell of her belly. She’d always been large busted but now she’d ballooned to 44DDD.
She sighed. Not that it mattered. Sex with her husband George was a rare thing, usually happening only when he’d had a few drinks. And since menopause she didn’t get as wet as she had when she was younger so even George’s five and half inch penis was often not comfortable. He quite often ejaculated as he attempted to penetrate her. Her doctor had not been much help, simply explaining that older women often experienced some shrinkage of the vagina.
Yet her own sexual desire sometimes surprised her. Often, after this pleasant backyard chore, she went into the house and masturbated in her bedroom, lying across the bed naked on her stomach with both hands holding and massaging her crotch as her wide hips rose and fell. Not even George knew she did that. Linda had been raised in an era when ‘nice girls’ didn’t do things like that. Of course, she’d been a virgin when she got married and George was the only man who had ever known her intimately.
What caused her backyard arousal was what she wore, not that it looked at all sexy to the casual observer. She was always covered nearly to her knees by a very loose smock, usually with a floral pattern. Like many heavyset women, her main reason for wearing the smock was to conceal her figure. But one day, she realized that there was no reason to wear anything under it. For a woman with Linda’s background, this was a very daring thought. Her first foray into the backyard had only lasted a few minutes before she scurried back inside to put on a bra and panties under the smock. But she soon started to enjoy the feeling of her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling and the way an occasional breeze would sneak under the smock to ruffle the thick, curly hair between her legs.
Besides, she told herself, who would bother looking at me? Men didn’t spend a lot of time looking at women of her age and weight. The only house with a clear view of her backyard was owned by Jim, a young guy in his early thirties who had recently been divorced. He was nice looking and, she was sure, had no interest in her.
“Hi! Hanging clothes again?”
She was startled and turned to see Jim standing at the back fence only about ten feet away.
“Yes,” she smiled, putting the last clothes pin on a sheet. “Laundry never seems to end.”
“I remember my mom hanging out stuff,” he said. “Sure makes things smell nice.”
Linda nodded, thinking a little glumly that reminding him of his mother wasn’t exactly flattering.
“How come you’re home today?” she asked.
“Oh, plant’s on summer shutdown as they change tooling for the new model year,” he answered.
“Nice, extra vacation,” she bent over to get another item from the basket.
He laughed. “Better hope the wind doesn’t blow!”
“What?” Linda asked, puzzled.
“When you’re bending over in that loose thing you’re wearing,” he grinned. “You won’t have any secrets left.”
Linda laughed too. “At my age, you don’t worry too much about that!” But she felt a girlish pleasure about his comment.
“Lots of perverts around,” he smiled. “But I bet you’re careful about what you wear under that.”
Linda was a little surprised at the personal nature of the remark. She’d only talked to Jim a few times. But she found his attention flattering.
“I really don’t bother,” she found herself saying. “Here, in my own back yard.” She immediately blushed and avoided looking at him. What did I say THAT for? she asked herself.
“Really?” he said quietly. “Nothing at all?”
She tried to sound casual, but knew her voice was tight. “Oh..no..you know…this smock covers me up.” Linda managed a nervous laugh. “Not really very sexy.”
He smiled. Linda quickly made some excuse, picked up her basket and went into her house. She was too nervous to go the bedroom so she took a shower instead.
She rarely did wash two days in a row, but found some excuse to do so and was back out in the yard the following morning. She felt oddly daring after the encounter with Jim on the previous day.
He again surprised her when he called a hello from his yard and wandered over to the fence.
“Say, I hope I didn’t offend you yesterday by anything I said,”
Linda pretended at first not to recall the conversation but then forced a laugh. “Oh..no..of course not. I wasn’t offended at all!”
“Good, good!” he said. “Thought I might have embarrassed you into wearing undies under there. I know it must be more comfortable without.”
Linda hesitated. “No..I-I still don’t have anything on under it.” This time it didn’t bother her as much to say that.
He grinned. “That’s good. I bet your husband likes to think of you being out here like that.”
Linda genuinely laughed. “George? He has no idea! If he did, he’d probably tell me to go put my underwear on.”
Jim seemed truly surprised. “Really..wow..I can’t imagine why. I mean…Well, I guess I shouldn’t say it, but it’s, well, nice to think of you that way.”
Linda looked at him. “Naked?”
He seemed only slightly embarrassed. “You really are naked under that?”
Linda stared at him, feeling very odd. “Yes” she said in a hollow voice. Her hands were at her sides and she began to gather up material from the smock in her fingers. This made the hem begin to rise and it was soon above mid thigh. He watched her, transfixed. Linda didn’t dare look down at herself because she knew she’d lose her nerve and stop. She continued to pull the smock upwards. It rose up to her hips and past them. She stopped as the hem reached her navel.
Jim looked wide-eyed at the large patch of dark brown hair between her legs. It was untrimmed, sending a wispy trail to up just below her belly button.
“See? I really am,” she said with a calmness that amazed her.
“Can you..can you keep pulling it up,” he asked with desperation in his voice.
She felt wonderfully dirty, “So you can see my tits?” He nodded dumbly.
She obliged and soon had the smock up under her armpits. She felt the warm sun on the massive globes of her breasts, warming her three inch wide tan nipples. “Oh Jesus!” he breathed.
Linda was stuck momentarily with her normal practicality. She looked around and realized that, because of the bushes and trees in her yard and others, Jim was the only one who could see her. She pulled the smock up over her head and off. She was nude except for the sandals she wore. She dropped the smock on the ground.
Jim gawked at her, mumbling, “Oh man..Oh man…I’m sorry Linda, I know you’re married, but I’ve always liked mature women, especially queen-sized women!”
Linda had never heard that term, but liked it. ‘Queen-sized’. It sounded nice. She turned to let him look at her exposed ass and he made appreciative noises. When she turned back around, she could see through the chain link fence that he was fumbling with his pants. He mumbled another apology and pulled out his erect penis. It was Linda’s turn to stare as she looked at the thick seven inch shaft. Now she was somewhat alarmed. Self consciously, her left hand moved over her bush, only partly concealing it.
“Jim..I-I..don’t think I can!” she said, a little breathless. “I mean..I never have. It’s been only George..” He opened the gate and stepped into Linda’s yard, pulling off his pants as he approached her. “Linda, it’s seems like a long time since my wife left. And no one will ever know…” Now he was in front of her, hefting one of her breasts in each of his hands. Her nipples almost instantly stiffened. She gasped as he bent down and sucked the left one hard, like he was inhaling it. His other hand slipped down and plunged between her legs. This frightened her but her legs parted and her hips moved forward on their own. She felt a kind of fearful gratitude as a finger found her hole and plunged up inside her. He hugged her and reached behind to manhandle her buns as he furiously fingerfucked her. Linda’s breath hissed between her clenched teeth and her hips moved back and forth rapidly as she rode his finger. She felt the wet tip of his cock smearing precum on her thigh.
“Jim!” she gasped. “I-I’m not wet enough. Eat me! Eat my pussy then fuck me!”
He pushed her down on her back on the grass, pulled her legs open wide and shoved his face into the forest of hair covering her cunt. She felt his lips and tongue push open her labia. He lapped at her already erect clitoris then moved down and plunged his tongue up inside her cunt. Linda felt a finger against her puckered anus and came as it went into her ass. He continued to eat her as her fingered her asshole, bringing two more quick orgasms. When he dropped her legs, she lay limply spread out before him.
“From behind!” she panted. “Do me doggie style! It’ll go in further!”
He rolled her over and, looping his arm around her large waist, jerked her up onto her hands and knees. He held one of her hips in either hand and pushed his hips forward. Linda groaned as his cock plunged up her cunt, stretching her further open than ever before. “Hard!” she demanded. “Fuck me hard!”
He began pumping her with merciless force. Linda gasped and sighed as the painful intrusion gave way to pure ecstasy. Her head hung between her shaky arms and her huge breasts nearly hit her in the face as they swung beneath her. With the next orgasm she dropped onto her elbows.
His pumps became more rapid and she feared he might withdraw. She pushed back against him. “Cum in me! Every drop! Shoot it in me!” She came yet again as she felt herself being flooded.
At last he finished and pulled it out, allowing Linda to tumble onto her side on top of her discarded smock. Already she could feel his load oozing out across her thigh.
“Wow! You’re a good fuck!” was all he could manage to say. Linda reached over and played with his still erect cock.Then she put the slippery, wet fingers into her mouth and licked them clean, murmuring “Mmmmmmmmmm!” This excited him and he gently pushed her onto her back. Linda smiled as he leaned forward over her. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked his cock while she fondled his hairy balls. He had a smaller ejaculation which she eagerly swallowed.
At last he took his penis from between her lips, then helped her to her feet. He assisted her as she got her smock back on.
She smiled at him tiredly. “You know, I think I’m going to be doing a lot more laundry from now on!”