The first time I saw Stacy, she was standing outside her house smoking a cig.
Clad in tight red shorts and a clingy, white crop-top that exposed her pierced navel, she oozed sex appeal from every pore.
She was busty with shapely legs and a round bubble butt. Her gorgeous, heart-shaped face was crowned by a swathe of glossy blond hair. A total babe. I started pitching tent instantly.
I said hi and made small talk, making it obvious I was checking her out. She responded with a shy, flirtatious smile.
A day or two later, I was in the backyard hanging up the washing when Stacy appeared by the timber fence that divided our lawns.
She said her satellite was acting up. She'd called the repair man but was impatient because her fave show was airing soon. Her hubby was away on a sales conference.
Could I help? she asked. Sure can, I said and zipped over to her crib.
This time she had on a low-cut, short floral dress that showed off her creamy luscious thighs.
Sure enough, on the telly was the familiar 'no reception' message. I fumbled with the mess of cables behind the tv, trying to look like I knew what I was doing. Knowing nothing about satellite tv, I started with the obvious and checked the scarts were plugged in properly.
I made a joke about how impossible it was to tell which cable went where because they were all tangled up. She laughed and padded over.
Standing close, she pointed out the cables were colour coded with masking tape. Her scent was intoxicating. Our fingers touched as we fumbled with the cables. My dick twitched.
When she squatted, I sank my eyes down her juicy cleavage, Her boobs were ripe, full and firm. The urge to reach out and fondle them was overwhelming.
As she stood up, she stumbled.
I reached out and grabbed her. I pulled her up and she fell into my arms in a fit of giggles. I couldn't fucking believe it!
