Hot and Bothered (closed for patrick1)

[BethJones]

Belinda had waited for weeks for a day like today, she sipped her ice cold water as she looked out onto her garden. A smile crept across her face as she glanced round at the trees that afforded her privacy from prying neighbours. The secluded garden had been the main selling point for this house, the fact she could now sun bathe without the worry of anyone overlooking.

There was a gentle breeze blowing as she walked out to the middle of the garden, the trees barring eyes not sun. Her bleached, blonde hair waved as the breeze gently passed through it. She lowered her pink framed sunglasses over her eyes before laying a white soft towel on the short well tended grass.

Belinda looked around confirming for herself that she was completely enclosed from the neighbours, she slipped her vest top off followed by her sports bra, her small firm breasts stood proudly, the warm sun batheing them. Her body was already partly tanned thanks to her continued use of the sun beds, although they were no substitution for the real thing.

Taking her sun lotion she carefully applied it to her skin, her hands gliding with ease over her toned body. She slid down the long flowing skirt, lying with only a bright white thong on her. She smiled to herself as she slipped the thong down her legs, revealling a well groomed patch of pubic hair above her delicate lips.

Belinda repeated the application of sun lotion before laying back to enjoy the warmth.

 

[patrick1]

Yes, patience does have its own reward.

The telescope was for the kid, for the kid to watch the night sky; and for the kid in him, Daz, to learn with his kid.

Only (he blinked, to make sure she was real: she was real, the sun-bathing woman) there was all that hassle about money, plus people so many fucking people had got the thing that happened when he was a little drunk all out of proportion and so the kid didn't have access visits any more.

And the telescope got used in the day.

She was naked. Jesus. The woman he could see through the telescope.

He'd only been up here three days, looking. Hey, what else was there to do? It was hot, for Spring. There were five, six if you added the partial view, backyards he could see into. He just thought he'd look.

The blonde was stroking her own skin now. Jesus. The blonde in the telescope.

Daz watched. And watched. And watched. Stroking his own skin. Watching the blonde.

 

[BethJones]

After an hour of sun, Belinda's body glistened with sweat. Her mouth was dry, slowly she stood and made her way to the kitchen, her slender hips wiggled as she walked back to the house.

Pouring an ice cold lemonade from the fridge she smiled to herself, pleased she had been able to buy this house, oleased she could work on an al over tan without prying eyes.

Returning to the towel, Belinda placed the drink down and began applying more lotion to her warm moist skin. She carefully massaged the lotion onto her shoulders back and her firm ass. She lay down on her front propping her head up on her crossed arms. Her legs slightly parted as she continued to enjoy the sun.

 

[patrick1]

She's just gone for a drink make her come back while I've gone please God I'll believe in you all over again if she'll...

Daz stalled the car at the first cross-roads, then drew a mighty tirade of horns and swearing from a truck-driver he cut in on, crossing the main highway to Petey's house.

'Why d'you want the camera right this minute?'

'Amazing....bird.' Daz had to fight to stop himself from giggling. 'Some kind of dipper. Over Gibson's Creek. Just wanted to capture it.'

'Want to stay for a cup of...?'

'Later!' Daz called back over his shoulder.

Make her come back while I've gone drive are you listening God? Drive more calmly don't be a fool she's just a -

Beauty. She was there when he got back. On her front. Head propped on her arms. What a beauty. Glistening skin. Firm ass.

Click. Click. Click.

God he was thirsty. But -

Click.

Turn over Blondie. Lotion your breasts for me. Walk for me. So I can capture you.

Capture, yes.

With just a -

Click.

 

[BethJones]

As the heat continued to bake her skin, Belinda rolled over and sat up, her legs slightly parted. She took the sun lotion and began to reapply it to her breasts the heat naturally made her horny, the feeling of her fingers gliding over her small nipples felt divine, the sensation continued to build as she let her hands rub down her toned stomach and down her thighs.

Her fingers lightly rubbed the lotion over her puffy lips she squirmmed a little before lying back on the towel.

 

[patrick1]

He didn't want to stop watching but there were long periods when she just lay there.

So now he had his laptop on his knee, and the telescope still trained on her – the slight rise and fall, perhaps she was half-asleep - and his first pictures were on the screen in front of him. He could zoom in, even closer than he could see through the camera.

Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed. Her cunt lips. A little dampness gleamed there, or was it a trick of the light?

Her nipples, made erect by the air, and her own touch.

Her face. What a lovely, delicate face.

He took deep breaths. This was a treasure. A great treasure.

The printer was on, in his study. He would print this, and this, and this. And go get them when she next went inside.

Through the telescope she didn't move. He took another couple of shots with the camera.

He felt as if he were taking possession of her. It was amazing. Fucking amazing.

 

[BethJones]

The warmth began to fade, small goose pimples began to form on belinda's skin, signalling that it was time to head back in. She collected her things together and returned to the house. She headed straight upstairs to take a shower.

 

[patrick1]

Suddenly the sun was almost over the hill, and that breeze just got up a little from the west, and oh, she was gone.

It couldn't have ended. Not like this.

There were still the pictures, weren't there?

Yeah, but – what was he going to do? Just print some more off and jerk off to them like a lonely fucking teen?

He was not. He understood where her house was: behind that high wall along Oak, she probably thought it ensured her privacy, ha! What did she know?!

He took another set of prints. Just the best ones: erect nipples, and her touching her cunt. Got some gloves from the kitchen to handle them; put the photographs in one of those big envelopes he was supposed to be using to send off his resume to creeps with jobs.

He was almost in the car when he decided it would be better on the bike. Quicker, more anonymous – he put on his helmet, plain blue t-shirt, khaki shorts – who would know him?

UR SEXY he wrote on the envelope, as an afterthought, in garish green, as if he was the kind of moron who would write that way.

It only took a couple of minutes to ride down there. Hell but his heart was pounding. There was a mailbox by the metal gate to the driveway, or a screen door off the porch, he could slip it under there and she'd see the pictures tonight, mailbox and it'd probably be tomorrow.

No unnecessary risks, Daz.

On the return pass, he didn't even stop cycling, just flip! Into the mailbox and on, back up the bill to a beer, another look at zoom +++ at Blondie, whoo-hoo! Good day! Good life! Yes!

 

[BethJones]

Belinda had enjoyed her day, she stepped out of the shower admiring her all over tan. After slipping on a dresing gown she had enjoyed the rest of the evening sipping a glass of Chilean red Wine, and watching a bit of comedy on the TV.

She had slipped to bed at around 11pm and now the sun crept through the curtains, illuminating her room. She could tell it was going to be another lovely day. She slipped on a long tshirt and headed downstairs, she picked up the mornings post and slung it on the breakfast bar while sge prepared a coffee.

Belinda sat at the small kitchen table looking out onto the garden, enjoying the warmth through the large glass window. She opened her post, junk mail, bills, then she came across a lrge brown envelope, with teh words 'UR SEXY' scrawled on the front, she opened the envelope and out fell a set of photographs. She gasped as she saw her naked body on the sheets of paper.

How?... When?... she shuddered at the thought of someone watching her while she had been in the privacy of her garden. Who could have done this? she thought to herself. Belinda went back upstairs slipping on the baggiest clothes she could find making sure her body was completely covered. She spent the rest of the day firmly behind locked doors, she had no intention of going outside with someone watching.

Over the next few days despite the glorious sunshine, belinda kept herself hidden from the world, too shocked and too scared to go outside.

 

[patrick1]

Silly fool. The woman disappeared.

What did you expect?

Daz hated that voice inside him, that sounded like his big sister and was always right. What had he expected? From an envelope of pictures and a scrawled message on the outside? When he could have enjoyed day after day of sitting here in the sun watching, ogling, photographing, savouring later on his computer?

Dammit dammit.

Maybe tomorrow she'd come out again.

The next day she didn't come out. And the next day.

He cycled by. He drove by. He imagined a thousand ways of saying sorry knowing none of them would work. He found out her name from the voters' register at the library and wrote her letters he knew he couldn't send. Dear Belinda...

He sat on his roof, watching, watching.