Indecent Encounters by Delilah Hunt, Erin O'Riordan, Pepper Anthony, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Angelina Rain
Authors: Delilah Hunt, Erin O'Riordan, Pepper Anthony, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Angelina Rain
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department either. In fact, Melanie had sometimes fantasized about him coming up behind her in the kitchen and putting those strong, tanned arms around her. More than once, on a lonely evening, she’d imagined his big, work-roughened hands covering her breasts, his fingers moving in circles over her eager nipples.
Aghast, Melanie felt a flush of sexual excitement curl through her. It was the first time she’d fantasized about Sandy while he was actually on the premises. It made the whole experience more immediate and much more exciting. Her breasts tingled with fresh desire and she felt her panties getting moist. Quickly she closed the door and leaned back against it, breathing unevenly.
Then, almost without volition, she found herself drawn to the big bay window in the dining room. Standing behind the cover of the heavy drapes, she watched as Sandy unlocked the gate and Wes drove the pickup through. He pulled it up the driveway close to the garage and got out. Sandy joined him, and for just a moment the two men stood shoulder to shoulder, heads down, talking something over. Sandy gestured toward the back yard and Wes nodded. Then Sandy said something and they both laughed. Their body language, as they stood there together, seemed almost intimate. They must know each other well, she thought.
For the first time, Melanie wondered if Sandy might be gay. That would explain why he’d never shown the least bit of interest in her, even five years before when she’d been a new widow, ten pounds lighter and still relatively wrinkle-free. The thought assuaged her ego just a little, but it also made her sad. What a waste that would be!
She watched as they unloaded the riding mower and leaf blower from the back of the truck. Wes got onto the mower, fired it up, and headed for the lawn in the back yard. Sandy’s shoulder muscles bunched and rippled as he strapped on the blower. He walked in the direction of her hiding place, stopping beneath a maple that had littered her front lawn with fallen leaves. The tree was only fifteen feet beyond her window, giving her a close-up view of the brawny machine operator. The autumn sun glinted off his light hair and gave a gold sheen to his smooth skin. Melanie licked her lips, thinking that he might taste like sunshine itself, warm and sweet. Her fingers twitched, stroking along the drapery panel as if along those big, brown arms.
Then the blower screamed to life.
Melanie stumbled back in surprise, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. It was all she could do not to let out a scream herself.
And somehow—she didn’t know exactly how—her foot or her hand caught in the drape and pulled the rod out of its bracket. The whole panel came floating down, rod and all, revealing her hiding place.
There, on the other side of the window, Sandy stood, looking right in at her.
Chapter Two
A sudden movement over his right shoulder caught Sandy’s eye. He turned just in time to see the drapes in Mrs. Blaisdell’s bay window fall to the floor. And standing there in the window with her hand to her mouth was Mrs. B herself. Her big blue eyes were very wide, her pretty face all pink.
Sandy flicked off the power to the blower. He stepped up close to the window.
“You okay?” he yelled.
For a moment she just stared, her face glowing more pink by the second. Then finally she nodded.
“Fine. Fine,” she yelled back, waving him away. Then she bent down and picked up the drapery rod. He watched as she struggled to lift it high over her head. He couldn’t help but notice her shirt riding up, exposing several inches of her pale stomach. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear him, he groaned under his breath. He’d been lusting after Melanie Blaisdell since the first day he saw her, and the skin on her torso was every bit as smooth and creamy as he had imagined it would be.
Now she didn’t seem to be having any luck hanging the drapery rod. She wasn’t tall enough.
“You need
Aghast, Melanie felt a flush of sexual excitement curl through her. It was the first time she’d fantasized about Sandy while he was actually on the premises. It made the whole experience more immediate and much more exciting. Her breasts tingled with fresh desire and she felt her panties getting moist. Quickly she closed the door and leaned back against it, breathing unevenly.
Then, almost without volition, she found herself drawn to the big bay window in the dining room. Standing behind the cover of the heavy drapes, she watched as Sandy unlocked the gate and Wes drove the pickup through. He pulled it up the driveway close to the garage and got out. Sandy joined him, and for just a moment the two men stood shoulder to shoulder, heads down, talking something over. Sandy gestured toward the back yard and Wes nodded. Then Sandy said something and they both laughed. Their body language, as they stood there together, seemed almost intimate. They must know each other well, she thought.
For the first time, Melanie wondered if Sandy might be gay. That would explain why he’d never shown the least bit of interest in her, even five years before when she’d been a new widow, ten pounds lighter and still relatively wrinkle-free. The thought assuaged her ego just a little, but it also made her sad. What a waste that would be!
She watched as they unloaded the riding mower and leaf blower from the back of the truck. Wes got onto the mower, fired it up, and headed for the lawn in the back yard. Sandy’s shoulder muscles bunched and rippled as he strapped on the blower. He walked in the direction of her hiding place, stopping beneath a maple that had littered her front lawn with fallen leaves. The tree was only fifteen feet beyond her window, giving her a close-up view of the brawny machine operator. The autumn sun glinted off his light hair and gave a gold sheen to his smooth skin. Melanie licked her lips, thinking that he might taste like sunshine itself, warm and sweet. Her fingers twitched, stroking along the drapery panel as if along those big, brown arms.
Then the blower screamed to life.
Melanie stumbled back in surprise, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. It was all she could do not to let out a scream herself.
And somehow—she didn’t know exactly how—her foot or her hand caught in the drape and pulled the rod out of its bracket. The whole panel came floating down, rod and all, revealing her hiding place.
There, on the other side of the window, Sandy stood, looking right in at her.
Chapter Two
A sudden movement over his right shoulder caught Sandy’s eye. He turned just in time to see the drapes in Mrs. Blaisdell’s bay window fall to the floor. And standing there in the window with her hand to her mouth was Mrs. B herself. Her big blue eyes were very wide, her pretty face all pink.
Sandy flicked off the power to the blower. He stepped up close to the window.
“You okay?” he yelled.
For a moment she just stared, her face glowing more pink by the second. Then finally she nodded.
“Fine. Fine,” she yelled back, waving him away. Then she bent down and picked up the drapery rod. He watched as she struggled to lift it high over her head. He couldn’t help but notice her shirt riding up, exposing several inches of her pale stomach. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear him, he groaned under his breath. He’d been lusting after Melanie Blaisdell since the first day he saw her, and the skin on her torso was every bit as smooth and creamy as he had imagined it would be.
Now she didn’t seem to be having any luck hanging the drapery rod. She wasn’t tall enough.
“You need
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