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FFF Mobile

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Take a look at the photo provided by the FFF host, the seriously distracted Advizor54 from Free Advice is worth what you pay for it.  What does it make you think about?  Click over to see what he made of the photo.  And there are links to other bloggers too!   Also, that’s where the weekly prompts are posted, so you can join in!  My take is below.  Here’s the challenge:
Word Count:  250
Bonus Words:  Tell us about your last naughty phone call (+50)
Required Phrase:  Put the phone down
Forbidden Word:   Answer, Respond
Extra Credit:  Make a naughty phone call from work, or to someone at work
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TEXTS: 
7:15 pm To Chuck from her: Sorry.  Working late.  Hope to be home by 9 pm. 
7:17 pm from her: Oh no!  I made your favorite lasagna bolongese!  
7:20 pm from Chuck:  Sorry.  It’ll keep, right? 
7:21 pm from her: Yes.  Sure.  I just… hurry home! Love you. 
8:15 pm To Chuck from her: You still at work? 
8:22 pm from Chuck: Yes.  Sorry.  Wrapping up now.  Be there in an hour. 
8:23 pm from her: Be careful, rain is awful.  
10:15 pm To Chuck from her: Where are you?  Tell me you aren’t still at work?! 
10:17 pm from Chuck: No!  Sorry.  Stuck in traffic.  
10:18 pm from her: ETA? 
10:19 pm from Chuck: awhile. bad crash.  Road closed. 
10:20 pm from her: oh no!  dinner is going to be so cold
10:24 pm from Chuck: Sorry.  Pack it up, I’ll nuke it when I get there. 
10:26 pm from her: Okay.  I’m sleepy.  See you in the morning. 
10:28 pm from Chuck:  Thanks.  Got to put the phone down and drive. 
“Did she believe you?” the blond beauty asked.  
“Sure.  She doesn’t suspect,” Chuck replied.  “I’ll be good until traffic clears.  My buddy Bobby is stuck in it… he’ll call when he gets moving.” 
“We can go upstairs now?” the redhead asked.
“Yes, of course… in a sec,” Chuck replied, glancing down at his phone.  “Just let me check one more thing.”
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Beech Day Story

“Hey Todd!  Ready to go down the trail?” Jerry asked me. 
“No…” I hedged.  “I need another minute… alone,” I replied.  He stared at me.  Jerry is a former fullback, hikes for the exercise and male bonding.  He doesn’t get the spiritual communing with nature part of it, but that’s fine.  He trotted off while I turned to face the view one more time.  My hiking pals and I had topped several mountains this weekend, taken in the view, taken photos, entered them in our climbing journals.  Now it was my moment to savor the beauty for a few moments alone.  
No matter how many times I made it up Beech Mountain in Acadia National Park in Maine, the view never stopped astounding me – rugged mountains, islands, pristine lakes, trees of all shapes and sizes… it restored my soul.  There’s a big flat rock I call “The Seat” in just the right spot to sit after those last tricky vertical steps and take it all in.  
http://hikinginmainewithkelley.blogspot.com/2013/05/43013-beech-mountain.html
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I sat watching the late afternoon sun, listening to the birds and the rush of the wind through the trees, knowing this would be one of the best moments of my year.  Little did I know… 
There was a rustling and I assumed one of the guys had come to fetch me.  The light was starting to fade – it was time to go.  I turned to see a woman jump up the last few feet and stand at the top with her arms outstretched.  “TA DA!” she yelled into the ether.  I knew the feeling so well, I burst into a big grin and chuckled.  I couldn’t help applauding.  She turned suddenly, startled, but she quickly smiled back.  She was breathing hard and I couldn’t help but notice her ample chest, her flowing hair, and the way her shorts accented an ass I’d grab if I were just a little bolder.  I stood up to leave and she ran over and hugged me!  I automatically hugged her back and we smiled at each other at very close range.  Beautiful blue eyes… I had to move or she’d feel how much blue eyes affect me.  I stepped back.  
“Isn’t this THE BEST?!” she asked me.  I nodded.  She whirled around, taking in the view.  
“Can you take my picture?” she asked as she spread her arms wide.  “My pals made it up and back awhile ago, so you’re my only hope,” she explained.  Jerks… I thought.  She pulled out her phone, swiped and pressed a button and handed it to me.  I framed her and she stared at the camera with the perfect expression of glee and I snapped a couple shots.  She checked them out, thanked me, and then asked if I’d take another of her on “The Seat.”  She settled in a very provocative pose, tilted her head back and I snapped.  Then I went around behind her, capturing the view and her hair flowing down her back.  I pulled up my camera, asked if it was okay and took a couple of her back and then her front.
She stared at me for a moment with a odd look and took a deep breath. 
“I want a couple of special photos… would you mind… um… if I… well….” she stammered, blushing.  I nodded encouragement, trying to fathom what would make her hesitate. It hit me as she spoke.  
“I want to…. take off my clothes!” she finished in a rush and giggled.  I glanced down the trail to be sure we were really alone, then nodded.  Before I could reconsider, she stripped off her plaid shirt, undershirt and sexy black sports bra, and was shimmying out of her khaki shorts.  She took off everything but her hiking boots… a very sexy image.  She sat demurely on “The Seat” with her arms crossed, legs together.  She gave me a smoldering look and I struggled to focus on the task at hand.  I took a photo with my camera, then a couple with hers.  She started to get up but my beast took over and I stopped her with a command. 
“Lower your hands,” I intoned.  She looked shocked but complied boldly, squaring her shoulders and raising her arms, so her breasts pointed directly at the lens.  She had gorgeous nipples and breasts that called to me.  Again, she started to rise but I pushed further. 
“Open your legs now… wide,” I commanded.  She gave me an impish smile, and spread so I could see her puffy lower lips and curly dark hair, so natural and different from most current porn.  I was hard as the stone she sat on as she splayed her legs over the rock in either direction and I clicked away.  She was into the spirit of it now, putting her fingers inside her, in and out, showing me her clit, her face twisting in ecstasy as I captured her orgasm.  She turned and got on all fours facing away… shots of her gorgeous ass and dripping slit from that angle.  
http://nakedchores.tumblr.com/post/23636945762
Her smile turned positively evil as she faced me again.  “Come over here,” she commanded.  “Keep shooting,” she said as she undid my shorts and pulled my completely engorged cock out into the open air.  She kissed the tip.  Snap.  She sucked me deep… snap from above.  Snap from the side.  Then I couldn’t focus any longer, grabbing her head as she expertly took me from zero to over the edge in record time!  She swallowed every drop and stroked my balls as she checked around to be sure I was clean before tucking me gently back into my shorts.  I went to buckle my belt but she put her hand on mine.  
“Do you want some shots?  Similar to mine?” she asked.  I pondered momentarily… this was likely a one-time chance.  I flung off my backpack and kit and stood naked except for my boots, only slightly nervous as to what she’d make of my body.  She grinned and nodded, pinched my butt, grabbed my camera and hers and pushed me toward the rock.  I posed lying down with my cock straight up… never have I recovered so fast!  I watched her tits bounce as she twisted to get the best angle as I sat up and grabbed my cock.  I turned around for a nice ass and balls and dangling man bits shot.  Then stood to flex my biceps, such as as they are.   It felt incredible to feel the sun on my skin and watch her smile.  
She came over to hand me my camera, and thank me.  She played with my chest hair. 
“I wish we had more time…” she sighed.  I nodded.  I pressed my tongue inside her, tasting, sucking, then added my fingers inside her front and back until she came again.  I held her to my face… I was burning to pull her onto my lap and fuck her senseless… but there wasn’t time.  I patted her ass and pushed her away.  
http://nudestate.tumblr.com/post/50343173944/oddstumbles-rekanyari-photo-by-reka-nyari
She dressed as I tossed on my clothes, then came over for a deep kiss and tight hug, rubbing from side to side across my cock.  She reached into her pack and handed me a card… “Send me those photos.  All of them,” she requested sternly.  I looked down at the name, the email… and the address of a business 30 miles from my house!  
“I will Laura,” I promised.  “I’m Todd, and I’ll email you as soon as I get back to my computer.  Oh, and let’s meet at McGeary’s next weekend?  I’ll buy you a drink,” I offered, naming a famous pub around the corner from her office.  Her eyes widened.
“You’re from upstate NY?” she asked, clapping her hands and giggling as I nodded.  She hugged me again and then grabbed my hand to lead me back down the trail.  I had the feeling there were a lot of special moments still to come with Laura.  
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FFF Bear Naked

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Take a look at the photo provided by the FFF host, the hot and cuddly blogger Advizor54 from Free Advice is worth what you pay for it.  What does it make you think about?  Click over to see what he made of the photo.  Really.  Go see.  He’s quite something!  And there are links to other bloggers too!   My take is below.  Here’s the challenge:

Word Count:  313
Bonus Words: Make the bear talk
Required Phrase:    Hey There Boo Boo!
Forbidden Word:    Ranger, Stuffed, Lonely

Extra Credit:  Keep her alone

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One of those days.  New boss being a total bitch just because she can.  You’ve met the type – the bean counter who impresses the higher-ups because she knows her way around a budget but doesn’t know the first thing about working with people?  
And my Ashley Madison guy forgot our meet at the bar after work and forgot to tell me.  So I sat there alone for 40 minutes revving myself up so I’d be ready and wet and… nothing.  I texted twice. He finally wrote back… “Oops!  Sorry… busy.  Later baby.”  I hate it when men call me baby.  What am I supposed to do with all this horny goodness?!  
I headed to the subway, watching the couples headed out for the evening, chanting, “Tomorrow will be better.  It will be fine,” to myself.  At least the trolley was less crowded with the rush hour over.  I fantasized about the early days when the AM guy texted me 75 times a day and would be waiting at the bar and take me to dinner and a hotel and pound me into next week until I couldn’t remember my name!  
I stumbled off the train and strolled up the street, facing the long, quiet Memorial Day weekend, stepping carefully around the piles of discarded household items left by neighbors moving out.  I kept an eye out for anything salvageable.  I don’t need more stuff, but sometimes there is a plum chair or a box of books that I can save from the garbage to pass on to a friend or the church rummage sale. 
The bear caught my eye way down the block, perched on top of a pile of furniture – a huge teddy bear!  I picked him up.  “Hey there Boo Boo!”  
I am a sucker for stuffed animals.  Especially bears.  I usually go for panda bears, but this guy was so cute… wrapped my arms around him.  So huggable.  I could not resist.  I cuddled him all the way home. 
I tossed off my clothes and settled down with him on the floor to look him over for bugs or stray hairs.  He was totally clean!  I smiled at him and he smiled back. 
“So… are we gonna get it on or what?” he said.  I was a little taken aback.  Maybe all the stress at work has made me insane? 
“That’s not a very nice way to start,” I kidded him.  
“You’re so hot, I lost my manners!” he wolf-whistled.
This was getting interesting! 
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FFF Never again

Flash Fiction Friday time!  How’s this for a challenge?  
Word Count:    275
Bonus Words:  Tell us about her high school
Required Phrase:    Not Now Mom!!!
Forbidden Word:    Wedding 
Extra Credit: Don’t take the obvious route for the week.
Pop over to Free Advice is worth what you pay for it to see what Advizor54 and the other sexy bloggers saw in this photo.  My take is below.  Enjoy! 
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My mom was trying to help.  I thought, “Not Now Mom!!” but she was intent on getting me through my anniversary.  I couldn’t deprive her of the satisfaction.  
“We can give it to the consignment shop.  I just want to see you in the outfit once more.  It was so perfect for you!”  I obliged, she took photos, and I shed everything but the veil.  
“Close your eyes!” she instructed me.  I dutifully obeyed. 
“Now tell me about that night,” she commanded.  I shuddered.  We were close but there are some things you do not tell your mother!  
“I’ve been patient.  Now spill!” she insisted.  
It had been the perfect day.  The weather, the ceremony, the food.  Our friends and family behaved.  We drove away smiling and settled in to our hotel room with the view of the lake.  
“We made sweet love…,” I started.  My brain was flooded with memories.  “He was the best lover… gentle hands, sexy mouth and he knew what to do with his equipment, Mom.”  She smiled.  
“At midnight there was a knock on the door.  His best man strode into the room and joined us in bed!” 
“Oh no!  Was that awful?” she asked.  
“On the contrary, it was fantastic!  So amazing to have two talented men pleasuring my body simultaneously!”  
“Okay… why did you leave?” 
“Well… They were touching each other, not me,” I reported.  “I said I would leave them alone to enjoy… when should I come back?  And MY HUSBAND said… ‘we don’t have to have sex again do we?’”  
“Whoa…,” my mom cursed quietly.
“And I thought to myself… no… no we don’t.” 
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Stroking

Tuesday, May 14, 2013
7:35am
Hiya kid!  How can it be only Tuesday?  Yesterday felt like three days!  Have a terrific day!
7:58am
Yesterday started bad.  Remember the 18 yr old who died Valentine’s?  His mother’s boyfriend died Mother’s Day. WTF?  Then there’s news from a best pal in London – they’re divorcing.  No hint of it before this.  Ugh.  Work was nuts, ordering food for 8 events. 
Then I got a lunch offer from an online dater I had just started texting!  We had a great lunch, then walked to the river for “dessert.” Nothing like necking in the sunshine!  He said nice things, swelled my head.  Good thing he had on dark pants!  What a day!
3:56pm Phil
Awwww.  You have been busy.  Glad lunch turned out well. Why were dark pants a good thing? Glad it worked out and you had fun.  Up to my ass in alligators!
6:30pm
Dark pants hide wet spots.
Alligators?
Tried to pick up my car – the speedometer and tachometer were dead!  So I left it.  Argh!  Hauling my ass home on the bus again. Grr. Tomorrow will be better, right?
8:36pm Phil
Thought it was wet spot
[photo of his face and chest in a hoodie, sitting outside]
8:42pm
Hiya Handsome!  You sure are looking sexy!  Thanks for the pic!

Wet spots happen to certain men around me. I wasn’t doing nothin’ except kissing him, stroking, cupping and… whispering naughty things!

8:59pm Phil
It’s the combination of all of the above. We like the stroking and naughty things
9:07pm Phil
I liked it when you were stroking me too
Damn if my dick didn’t jump to attention
9:10pm
Really? Nice.  I like stroking you. And sucking on you.  And licking… mmm.  Such a gorgeous cock!  
What are you drinking?
I also like it when you stroke me. 
9:36pm Phil
I like that too. Very average cock but glad you like it.
Margarita
[photo of his gorgeous cock]
9:40pm
Now that’s the dessert for me!  What are you thinking about?
9:42pm Phil
You stroking it
10:02pm
mmmmm… I want to… so much.

[Gif of a woman jerking off a man]
If you click on it… she moves. Just trying to help out. 
10:51pm Phil
Love it! Hot!
10:57pm Phil
Oil and slippery, wonderful and sexy
10:59pm
Yes… can’t stop watching… imagining us.
11:02pm Phil
You can do that any time
11:11pm
Yes please… looks so hot!

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FFF Wookiee

It’s Flash Fiction Friday!  And there’s been a change!  Advizor54, who used to run FFF and then didn’t for awhile, is back!  And he found a fun photo to start us off.  Click over to his smart and sexy blog, Free Advice is worth what you pay for it, to see what he and other brilliant bloggers wrote about the photo.  My take is below.

Here’s this week’s challenge:

Word Count:  327
Bonus Words:   Write about The Wookie, not the man inside the suit 
Required Phrase:    “strange at first”
Forbidden Words:     movie, set, casting, “Star Wars”

Extra Credit:      Tell us about your favorite NON-Star Wars fantasy boink

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It was strange at first, seeing a human actor in a hairy suit play him on the screen.  His cousin LooBacca had written to tell him about the film the humans had made about the wild days of the Empire.  He beamed it on his com-to-com and watched with the family.  His son Lumpawaroo laughed, a little too heartily for his ego.  Lumpy had always had a strange sense of humor.  
Most of the details were wrong, as is usually the case when Hollywood tries to jazz up a story, but it was fun and made him look better than he probably had been.  He didn’t tell anyone that.  The human playing Han looked all wrong, but captured his spirit.  He wondered who had told them their story?  They made so many films!
Ah, how he missed those days!  What he wouldn’t give for another run between the asteroids with the gang.  He closed his eyes… getting all nostalgic.  The Princess gave him the best hugs!  
It did make the Earth gals hot for him – quite a bonus for an old wookiee!  They’d buy him a drink, stroke his fur and ask about his adventures.  He always told the truth.  Mostly.  Sort of.  They’d pet him like a dog, not getting that he was a fierce warrior and protector, and pretty good in the sack.  Everyone thought wookiees had small cocks.  Not true!  Now and then he’d show them.  Naughty Chewie!  But he didn’t have sex with them.  He was a family man. Mostly. And the women weren’t furry enough for his tastes!

Then there was that time he walked into the bar at a Frapatooie Hotel on the planet Zeem and got talking with Garibaldi sisters from Alaska.  Such beautiful brunettes!  Now there was some hair he could grab hold of!  They invited him upstairs to see their luxury suite, to have a soak in their tub. Mmm…. they knew how to treat a Wookiee! 

Star Wars (John Williams Is The Man) a cappella tribute medley song – Corey Vidal and Moosebutter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk5_OSsawz4
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Panties’ Fantasy

From: Rick 
To: Sassy
Sent: May 7, 2013 6:56 AM
Subject: RE: A dream report
Last night I masturbated to a scene related to that dream you sent me from a blogger about being a naked man at a party of all women.  We were in the hotel room, and you did have me naked. You were clothed or in just bra and panties.  
You were behind me, your finger playing with my ass, making me hard.  Your free hand was holding my hip so I couldn’t move away; essentially your hands had me in your grasp. You told me to entertain you and masturbate while you kept doing what you were doing.  While telling me this, you did stroke me a few times to get me even more ready.  I did then masturbate despite being somewhat embarrassed but completely turned on.  While I was getting close, you told me how I had to masturbate into your hand so you could feed me, and only by agreeing to eat it all would you let me cum.  I resisted, and you inisted, driving your finger deeper and more vigorously into me to get me to agree.  I did agree, and did cum hard, all over your palm and fingers. You know that my desire starts to wane after I cum, and you wouldn’t let that happen, keeping my focused by playing with my ass and using that demanding voice as needed, putting your hand to my face and making me lick up my ass.  When I did do it, you cooed and kept telling me how good it must taste, having me tell you that I love the taste.  

and then I did cum!
from http://toosexyformybra.tumblr.com/post/66556068818
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FFF Tomorrow

It’s time for Flash Fiction Friday!  
And there’s news!  Tom, of Three Spelling Mistakes, is ending his stint as “the guy who picks the photos and thinks up the prompt.” Huge thanks to him for giving me something strange and wonderful to write about every week!  Advizor54, of Free Advice is worth what you pay for it, is taking over again after his hiatus.  Watch his blog for next week’s prompt.  
Here’s this week’s challenge from Tom.  Check out what he and others wrote by going to his blog. My take is below.  
Word Limit: None. Go crazy!
Bonus Words: See above.
Required Word: Tomorrow
Forbidden Word: Goodbye

Extra Credit: Recycle characters used from an earlier FFF (yours or someone else’s) while I was running it!
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“We have to leave tomorrow?” she asked as they finished their walk and stared out at the vast landscape.  
“Yes.  At first light. Burning Man will be over.  We have to leave the Playa and go back to our lives,” he sighed wistfully. 
“What a week it’s been!” she sighed too.  
“Indeed.  I think I have sand in every single square inch of my body, all my clothes, and my gear and…”  he trailed off, staring at the dunes the storm had tossed up overnight. 
“Yes.  Well worth it.  To see the incredible art. Especially the Temple.  And share the delicious food. And meet so many cool people!” She gushed. 
“Oh yes,” he agreed. “I wonder if we’ll see any of them again?” 
“We’d better go back… time to get packing so we can make our departure window.” 
“Yes… we have to be sure we leave no trace.” 
“That couple you brought back to the tent last night… that will be my most memorable moment!” She stared at him.   
“Ha!  Yes… I took a chance. Thank you for rolling with it.” 
“I got the better part of that deal.  The guy was gorgeous!”  
“The woman had hidden talents.”   
“Oh really?” 
“Yes…. there was this thing with her tongue…” he whispered as he touched his lips. 
“Hmm… the guy had very talented hands,” she replied.  “Did make me appreciate you though.”
“Oh?  Well.. that’s an added bonus!” he said, surprised. 
“Yes… nice to wander but glad to get back to you,” she explained, squeezing his hand. 
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FFF Ménage à trois

Happy Flash Fiction Friday!  Oooh la la!  Look at this uber-French photo Monsieur Tom has challenged us with this week!  Pop over to his blog, Three Spelling Mistakes, to see what he and other bloggers wrote about it.  My take is below.  Here’s the prompt:

Word Limit: 250
Bonus Words: All words in French are free!
Required Phrase: “Ménage à trois,” bien sûr!
Forbidden Phrase: “Let them eat (fill in the blank).” It’s still too soon for me.
Extra Credit: Tell us which historic figure you’d most like to French kiss.
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“Marquise! Marquise!  Wake up!”
My ladies maid Marie whispered fiercely, shaking my shoulder.  Too bad… I was having a lovely dream about musketeers flirting at the last ball, before the troubles started.   
“Madame, he is dead!” my maid blurted out.
“Are you sure?” I asked.  There had been four recent reports of the Marquis’ death, followed by letters assuring me he was alive and a pardon was forthcoming.   Each time, I snuck into the prison, bribed a guard and had sex with him “once last time.”  He was a great lover, but prison is not a boudoir!  
“They brought his things,” my maid said, pointing my dressing table.  I felt a stab in my heart and looked away.  Such a sad end for a man whose only crime was fealty to his king.  
“Who brought them?” I inquired. 
“Two musketeers,” she reported.
“Oooh!  Are they still here?” I asked, sitting up. 
“Yes, madame… they wish to express their condolences. Cook set out a platter and wine.”
“Dress me!  Hurry!”  She fumbled in my armoire, pulling out my wig, the jewel box and garments.  I longed to do it, but that was not proper.  She helped me – tying, buttoning, pinning – then did my face in record time.  I dashed to the salon.  The men had feasted and were reclining on the divans.  They rose and bowed low, each taking my hand to kiss and express their sympathies. 
The taller one asked how they could help me bear my grief.  I sat and they flanked me on the divan.  I lifted my skirts and explained. 
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FFF Four Men

Welcome to another fantastic Flash Fiction Friday!  Tom has found another challenging photo and prompted us to write about it.  Click over to his blog, Three Spelling Mistakes, to see what he and other bloggers came up with.  My take is below.  There’s the prompt: 
Word Count: Minimum 200, Maximum 400
Bonus Words: +100 if you can explain why she’s wet… and wearing heels.
Required Word: Found
Forbidden Word: Lost

Extra Credit: How many men are in this picture?
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I love Friday mornings!  I don’t have to go to the office.  I take the dogs for a run on the beach, wave at the neighbors, then have a leisurely shower in my outdoor water room with the sun beating down on my wet skin.
My shower shoes and towel were nowhere to be found, but my silly red sky-high pumps were by the back door where I’d dropped them yesterday so I toddled into the house naked except for my bright red shoes.  I opened the windows to let in the breeze, and heard the roar of the lawn mower from next door.  
Oooh goodie!.  The lawn care team was here.  I dashed to the front steps to watch as Bobby cut the box hedge with his shirt off.  That man has a beautiful back and the best butt in four counties!  His brother Richie was on the side of the house.  People think they’re twins because they have the same birthday and look so much alike, but one night in a local bar Richie was on his fourth beer, put his hand on my knee and told me he was exactly one year older.  He made me promise not to tell.  Their dad Paul was riding the mover back and forth, keeping an eye on them so they didn’t sneak off to the beach and leave the grounds to grow wild.  Nothing like a yard full of handsome men to ogle! 
Sometimes I go back around to my back yard and lie on a chaise to dry in the sun, sipping a hazelnut iced coffee and daydreaming about the three men appearing at the fence.  Something about them watching, nudging each other, bulges growing in their work pants… mmm… and then I call one of them over to play.  He crawls onto the chaise with me and we have our fun while the others jerk off in the background.  And sometime I call the other two over and give them all a good time with my mouth and my hands and my body… being worshipped by each of them in a different hole!  Oh my!  
There was an added bonus today!  Greg, the next door neighbor, was coming in from the farmers market with a grocery bag full of corn on the cob.  They must be having a barbecue later.  Maybe I could get myself invited over.  He grills the most amazing seafood!  
I was just thinking it was a good thing none of them ever look my way when Greg glanced up.  He waved and then stared.  I waved back.  I’d been found out!  He dropped the sack.  He knelt down to gather up the wayward ears, but never took his eyes off me.  At this distance, I couldn’t tell if he was focused on my chest or top of my legs, but I could see his smile.  I enjoyed his appreciative attention.  I headed to the back yard to add a fourth man to my fantasies!