She had watched him a thousand times. She caressed his damp skin with her eyes when he mowed her lawn. She quickly graduated to having eye-sex with him when he hung her Christmas lights. He often ran naked through her fantasies, chasing her until they would land together somewhere fun, like on a mountain of feather pillows or in a bath of
Slumber Bubbles, where they would marinate in pheromones and become intoxicated with each other.
Today Savannah spied through a gap in the drapes of her den as Graham shoveled snow. He grunted each time he lifted heavy lumps of wet snow from the concrete. She watched his body flex rhythmically each time he wedged his shovel beneath the powder. She let out a light sigh as she studied him, noticing the dancing muscles beneath his shirt. She opened a small jar she had been holding and placed a dab of the cream on her fingertip. Her eyes closed, and she couldn’t help smiling as she softly slipped a finger underneath her panties and gently slid the cream between her throbbing lips. Her skin prickled as the
X-Scream cream sent sparks through her body and awoke each of her senses. She watched him, slowly massaging away the tension in her body as he became a silhouette against the December sky.
Savannah didn’t remember closing her eyes. She also hadn’t noticed the drapes open to a bit more than a gap, and as she lost herself in the fantasy of him following the scent of Buttercream Icing to her Secret Garden, she never noticed him watching from the window.
Graham followed the growing pressure in his jeans to the front door. He slid off his boots, slipped inside and crept to the den. He watched from the door as she moaned for him. He’d never seen anything so erotic and could no longer hold back. He quietly removed his clothes and soon found himself over her, letting his fingertips glide over her breasts. She took all of him in her hands, rubbing the
Everlasting Love lubricant over every throbbing inch. He moaned as he touched his lips to her nipples, tasting the raspberry
Bosom Buddy that kept them hard for him. He kissed her navel, then her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat, and she shivered as his tongue took a taste of her icing.
As he brought her to the edge, she cried out his name and he gave her every inch until she begged him to stop. After nine years, he could still rock her world.
”You are a wild woman, Mrs. Robinson.” Graham said to his wife as he caught his breath. “But you better get dressed – my mom’s here with the kids!”