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It had been his idea in the first place to wash the car. It was warm out, but not burning hot. So he had headed out in his jeans shorts, she had said hung much too low in the front to be decent. She didn't want the gray-haired lady across the street coming over and taking liberties with his masculine body. But he had just laughed, and told to hurry up and get out there.
Hmm, she had thought to herself. She had already put on her blue striped shirt, and was starting to pull on her cotton shorts, when she saw them hanging in the closet. He had had a fit when she had worn the jeans last summer. They were nearly washed out, and much too tight. It only took a moment to decide and she was off the bed, scrambling in the drawer for a scissors. She grabbed the jeans and cut them off nearly at the crotch. There, she thought, all was fair… after all.
He was washing the car, concentrating on getting the tires clean. He was very particular about his white walls. And then she walked out. He caught site of her bare legs out of the corner of his eye, but when she bent over the bucket and wrung out her sponge, he lost his balance and fell back onto the driveway.
She heard his ouch and spun around. She knew immediately that the shorts were definitely 'short enough.' She smiled. "Oh dear… I do hope you didn't hurt yourself." He came to his feet, brushing the seat of jeans off. Before he could say anything though, she pulled the top part of her shirt down, and revealed her very low cut black bra. "I am going back upstairs now. Why don't you leave the car till later, honey, and 'come' and join me."
It took him about 90 seconds to get the water turned off and race up the stairs. She was lying on the bed, her shirt undone. He could see her long, curvy legs, and her breasts were visible above the top of the bra. She smiled at him. And then she shifted onto her stomach, and showed him how truly short those shorts were. He wanted to reach out and squeeze her cheeks, but she moved again. She rolled back over, and reached down and undid the snap of the jeans. With a little scooting, the jeans edged down, and he could see her sexy white panties. She was one of the few women who could make white panties sexy, he thought to himself.
"I have been so hot for you honey," she whispered as she slipped her shirt off. She pushed down the right cup of bra and slid her palm beneath her breast. She made like she was licking and bent her head slightly. "I want you to suck my titties, baby," she said softly into the still of the room. "Do you want to suck my tits?" She didn't wait for him to answer, but slipped her bra off completely and rolled onto her back.
He watched as she slowly slid her right hand down over soft body. She stopped to caress, and play with her breasts for a few minutes, and then her slid into her white panties. She caressed her mound, her eyes holding his for longest time. Finally her hand slid further back, and began stroking her shaven pussy lips, and then her clit. He watched the passion haze descend onto her pretty face. He couldn't wait. He stroke across the room, grabbed her jeans and panties and jerked them off in one smooth motion. He pulled her thighs apart, and thrust deeply inside her moist, womanly center. She sighed as she felt her flesh enclose his hard, hot cock. He started thrusting deep and fast, sliding his hand between their bodies. He began teasing her clit, flicking her passion higher and higher. Just as he felt her body spasms of climax around his hard shaft, he flooded her soft body with his climax.
He finally settles onto the bed next to her, caressing her long wavy hair. "It's amazing what a nice pair of jeans shorts can do, isn't it honey?" was all she said as she drifted to sleep.
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