sniff in her crotch for the scent, then get down on all fours and hope for the best.
But her mind resisted. 'Christ Linda, so you're horny,' said her mind, 'but you're still a human being. You're not a bloody animal.'
She finished that drink, poured a second, then decided that a warm bath may help her relax and get thoughts of sex with an animal out of her mind. As she soaked in the tub, she thought again of the boy. She thought of how sexually aroused he must have been to have engineered such an act. Gradually, the thought process changed as she wondered how delighted the boy would be to be in a bedroom with a beautiful woman rather than jerking off in the bushes while watching dogs mating.
And Linda was nothing if not a beautiful woman. She was just thirty-three years old and her figure was still such that men turned for second looks. Her face was beautiful too, especially when she was able to hide the bitterness of rejection divorce and sexual frustration. How thrilling it would be to share all of this with an eager, innocent young boy of eighteen, one who had probably never seen the body of a woman, who had never seen or touched breasts and thighs and buttocks, who had never seen what a woman looks like between her thighs.
The thought persisted, growing in strength until Linda found herself kneeling up in the tub, her finger again hard at work in her vagina. When she climaxed, her shiny wet breasts bobbed wildly and her behind, glistening, jerked out of control.
Over the next twenty-four hours, Linda did a lot of thinking, most of her thoughts frightening. With her two daughters in residential school from Monday to Friday, she had more than enough time to think. Gradually, she narrowed temptation down to two alternatives. On the one hand, she could bring the dog into her bedroom and experiment with bestiality. On the other, she could lure the boy into her house and, without any difficulty at all, Linda felt certain, seduce him.
Both alternatives were morally wrong, she reminded herself, but she wasn't able to reject them on that basis. Eventually, she broke down and chose one. She felt something of a sense of relief as she told herself that she was going to bring the boy to her house and relieve him of his innocence while savoring the feel of a hard, young, human penis in her vagina.
Pretending to ignore the boy, Linda began trimming the shrubs. When she reached high, she knew that the hem of her short dress rose to display her tanned, smooth thighs to the boy. Using peripheral vision, she confirmed that he was looking and liking.
And then she began trimming lower branches, her back to him. 'I wonder if he has seen my panties and ass cheeks yet?' she asked herself, then reached for a lower branch and made sure that he did. She was aware that her panties covered only a portion of her behind and that there were thrilling contrasts of tanned thighs, white buttocks and black panties.
No normal male could fail to be excited by that, Linda thought, and especially not a boy that was probably still a virgin, being so hungry for sex that he had to jerk off while watching dogs mating.
'Oh hell,' Linda said under her breath, 'if I keep on at this, I'm going to get all sweaty. If the little bugger isn't randy enough to be seduced by now, he never will be.'
As she turned, she saw him move suddenly toward the side door of his house.
'Have you had enough of the sun?' Linda asked.
'Oh… I… uh… I'm just going to get… uh… a drink,' he stammered and then she realized that he sounded so guilty because he was going into the house to masturbate, perhaps in the basement where he would be able to get a good view of her through the window.
'I'm in the mood for a drink myself,' Linda told the boy. 'Come on with me. I have ice cold lemonade in the fridge.'
He seemed reluctant, yet he was too polite to refuse, so he followed Linda into her house. Barry went to the kitchen and took the glass of lemonade she offered, then she poured herself a drink and they went into the living room where the sun drapes had been drawn and the room was pleasantly cool.
Linda waited until he sat, then she sat opposite and slowly crossed her legs, making sure that he had plenty of tanned thighs to look at. She tried to engage him in casual conversation, but he was nervous and she knew why.
'What the hell, Barry,' she said and winked as she drew the hem of her dress a little higher. 'Go ahead and look at my legs. They're really quite beautiful, aren't they?'
He tried to reply but managed little more than a blush.
'I understand that boys are shy, Barry,' she said, her tone warm. 'I think it's silly though to say that a boy shouldn't try to look at a woman's thighs if she shows them. Come to think of it, now that I don't have a man around to give me the kind of sex I'd like, it feels good to have a young man looking at me like that.'
Barry looked as though he couldn't quite believe his ears, but Linda was gently persistent and it wasn't long before the boy was staring intently as she raised the hem of her dress a little higher and showed him where the tan on her left thigh ended and the white of her hip began.
'I'm really enjoying being with you like this, Barry,' she told him. 'I'm feeling very naughty. Imagine if anyone saw us like this. It's been a long time since I've let a man see this much of me. Do you really think my legs and thighs are pretty?'
'Oh yes,' he responded quickly.
'Did any woman ever show you this much thigh before?'
'N… no,' he answered and gulped, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.
'I could show you a little more, if you really wanted me to,' she went on with a dazzling smile. 'I'm in such a naughty mood today. I'd even like to let you have a little peek at the way my black nylon panties hug my white bum. Would you like to see that?'
'Oh yes,' he gasped.
Linda winked, then turned her body slightly over on the couch. She reached behind and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up and heard another gasp from the boy as she showed him a buttock that was only partially covered by the black panties.
'I think I have a nice bum too,' she told him. 'My bum cheeks are smooth and firm and white. Doesn't this cheek contrast nicely with my little black panties?' she asked as she patted, then rubbed the hand over panties and bare portion of cheek.
'Oh Linda,' the words broke from his throat in a strangled sob.
'Come on over, dear. I like you and I'm having fun. You may have a little feel if you want to. Would you like to feel how my panties cling to my nice smooth bum?'
Barry made a little croaking sound, tried to get up and failed, then he tried again and got to his feet, unsteadily, as though his knees were very weak.
'Do… do you really mean it?' he asked, his voice breaking.
'Sure I do, dear. My bum feels nice, but it's no fun feeling it myself. I'd like to have somebody else do it for me.'
Barry almost fell as he hurried to the woman, then he was on his knees beside the couch, his right hand trembling as he reached for her partially exposed behind. His hand touched her panties, squeezed a deliciously firm buttocks and when she sighed, he groaned loudly. The hand held there, then it moved to the apex of the cheek, squeezed again, the rubbed down to the bottom slope where there was no nylon between the hand and the satiny smooth skin.
'Ooh, Barry, that feels so nice,' Linda told him, then turned over a little further so that he could see both lush cheeks.
As she did, her right hand hurried to the front of her dress and quickly opened three buttons. She allowed him to play with her behind for a couple of minutes, then she sat up, smiling, the front of her dress open to show how twin, white breasts fitted into the semi-cups of the black bra.
'You're making me so excited, so naughty, dear,' she told the boy. 'Do you see anything else you'd like to touch?' she added and drew her dress a little more open. 'Aren't my tits nice and smooth and white? Don't they make you want to reach inside me and dress and feel them?'
Again, all the boy could manage by way of reply was a dry croak, but his hands moved into her dress and then one was trembling on the upper slope of each breast, the tips of his fingers moving into the smooth valley between.
'Mmm, what lovely, gentle hands you have, Barry,' Linda told the boy as the sound of his labored breathing
