Brad Logan: Naked horny wife

Bette Jameson was holding her right tit and watching "General Hospital" when she saw the big yellow truck from her picture window. The new people were moving in next-door.

It took a long time for the moving men to maneuver the big truck in the driveway and set up the ramps to unload the stuff. But when the furniture started rolling from the truck, Bette knew her neighbors had taste and money – especially money.

Since Bette had, just spent nine grand on a new living roomy she was up on furniture prices, and she knew that every stick the men unloaded was the finest.

Still massaging her tit, a new habit she'd just picked up, she pulled a chair to the window and watched the parade of furniture.

The movers were also interesting to her, the young one most of all. Bette first sized up the piece of furniture, then, when she'd appraised it, she turned her attention to the men.

She'd been holding her tit through her blouse. But now she unbuttoned a few buttons and slipped her hand inside. She gasped as she felt her fingers sliding over the smooth flesh of her firm tit.

Bette wore sexy bras that held her tits like hammocks, leaving their tops bare. That sort of bra let her show off her tits, which she loved doing, leaving her blouse opened at the top. It also made it easy for her to scoop her tit free. Now, with her big tit hanging over the bra's empty cup, she ran her fingertips around her large nipple.

The movers were carrying the mattress of a king-sized bed now. As Bette thought about the action the mattress had seen, she looked again at the younger moving man. His white tee shirt left his well-muscled arms exposed and his tight jeans revealed the taut muscles of his legs. Bette pictured him with a hard cock sticking out from his crotch, and she opened her mouth wider, as though he were offering his cock to her face.

Now she was pinching her nipple like Ted, her husband, often did. But she imagined that it was the dark-haired man giving her such pleasure.

When the movers disappeared into the house, Bette rocked back on the chair and pulled her tit completely from her blouse. She lifted it to her face and sucked her erect nipple into her mouth. She sighed as she covered her nipple with her soft tongue.

She always sucked her own tits when she masturbated, which she did frequently. But sucking her tit at the window made it even more fun. Even in the dimness of her dining room, if someone passed close by they would see her!

The movers came out again and Bette watched the dark-haired one's ass switching back and forth as he walked up the ramp into the truck. She bit down harder on her tit and stuffed more of it into her mouth.

The men came out of the truck with a walnut sideboard, a piece that must have cost over a thousand bucks, Bette knew. She had just seen one like it at Grand's, the best furniture store in North Drake.

But the furniture that interested her less now that she had other things on her mind. Her crotch was getting hot and wet with the juice that seeped from her cunt.

The thought of remaining right where she was and jerking off thrilled her. So she unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down. The fabric of her dining room chair under her bare ass felt great!

She lowered her tit from her mouth but continued caressing it. With her thighs spread, the cool air at her cunt filled her with wild sensations.

Touching her chest just below her tit, she began sliding her hand slowly toward her cunt. Over the tender skin of her slim belly, past her belly button, and into her pussy hair her fingers traveled. Then they wrapped around the curve of her cunt mound.

"Oh-h-h-h!" she sighed with deep pleasure. Her slender middle finger lay over the wet crack of her cunt. Gently, she began grazing the folds of flesh within her pussy. Softly, she tickled her clit.

Bette's thin body began trembling slightly. And when the movers emerged from the truck again, she didn't even notice the dining room table they carried. Now all her horny attention was on the dark-haired man.

Bette sent her finger sliding up her hot cunt, imagining that it was the strong finger of that man. She pretended she felt his lips at her ear, its hot breath filling her with words of lust and praise.

She still held one tit while she finger-fucked herself. She lifted her feet and kicked off the slacks and panties she had left around her ankles. Then she lifted her legs, resting the balls of her feet on the windowsill.

With her toes sticking up over the windowsill, Bette really went to work on her cunt. She kept her middle finger up her cunt and put her thumb on her clit. Then she wiggled her thumb until her legs were was shaking so her tits wobbled, she eased up on her clit, leaving her thumb resting on it lightly while she stirred her pussy.

Many hours of experimentation had taught Bette how to keep her pleasure climbing constantly, but slowly, toward an intense orgasm.

Wouldn't it be funny if the movers were to notice her toes on the windowsill? She thought. She was far enough back in the dim gloom of the room to remain hidden, but her toes could certainly be seen. What would they think about ten toes wiggling in the window? Would they guess they belonged to a woman who was playing with her pussy?

As the men went back to the truck, they laughed. Bette didn't know what they were laughing at, but it was fun to imagine that they had seen her toes and were laughing with horny delight at her game.

That thought stirred Bette's lust. She wished the men would see her and guess what she was doing. But there wasn't much chance of that happening. Unless.

Bette was overcome with a profound wave of passion. Masturbation had never excited her so much before. Then she realized that it was a kinky thought in the back of her mind, a thought she hadn't yet allowed to come forward, that sent that shiver through her.

She stopped tickling her clit. She didn't want to come, not yet. While the thought incubated in the secret regions of her consciousness, she put herself on hold.

She would do it she had to!

She got up, unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and dropped it from her shoulders. Then she left the dining room and went through the kitchen into the den.

By now she was shaking. Cunt juice drooled down her thighs.

Her den was opposite the dining room of the neighboring house and the large windows looked out over the large windows of the dining room next-door. The movers would have a great view of her naked body!

So, quivering with perversion, Bette stayed in the shadows, peering across the gap between the houses into the dining room next-door. Then, when she saw the dim shapes of the movers in the window opposite hers, she stepped forward into the sunlight. She sat down on a chair and stretched her legs forward, parting them slightly. Resting her head on the back of the chair, she assumed a typical sun-bather's pose.

Bette knew that the moving men had a perfect view of her naked body and that they must be staring at her at that moment. That knowledge filled her with a lust that made her cunt weep. She didn't understand why showing herself off like this was so exciting but it sure was!

As she lay there glorying in the knowledge that the men were peering at her, Bette realized with a jolt that there was more to her weird desire than merely showing off her gorgeous body. She had to show them how she gave herself an orgasm!

She pictured the men as they watched her. She knew enough about men to know how they would be joking, sneering, kidding about her while they each felt desperate longings. But she was going to shut them up. They would be stricken dumb and paralyzed by what she was going to do!

As she often did, Bette slowly reached for her tit. Holding her hand over it, she brushed her fingers across her nipple. Then she took her tit into a tight embrace.