Helen's Dirty Secret

You know the type. She was married at 16 to the same man that got her pregnant, the only person to have ever touched her and a good 10yrs older. Her parents had thrown her out because of the scandal and she had been condemned by the church for allowing such a sin but forgiven after practicing her faith regularly in a new county, so today, Helen would be regarded as a God fearing woman in every respect having thrown herself into that faith and its many voluntary demands within the local community.

Now in her late 20’s with a workaholic husband Rick and a 14yr old daughter Jenny who for all money might be headed down the same path. Young Jenny whom I sense  has a bit of a rebel within her personality, is one to turn heads just like her mother did as a young teen.

Helen was still extremely attractive with a nice slender body, small boobs yes but that is debatable as she dresses to cover up mostly, afraid of any attention and shy of a compliment.

I met her and her family the day they moved in next door and straight away I noticed her submissive nature when she stood a foot behind her hugely overweight husband with her eyes averting contact to mine. That was 4 months ago, winter had since melted into summer and it was during the heat wave I discovered her naughty secrets.

Helen had no idea I could see all of her backyard if I stood on the toilet seat of my ensuite and peeked out and I did that first hot morning just out of curiosity, drawn by the soft beat of her portable CD player sat under the patio.

She had been watering the garden and frequently pointed the hose in the air so she could let this unnatural rain fall upon her rich auburn hair and knee length sundress. It was an obvious cooling method and her arms clasped to her side as the light breeze chilled her body cool.

Helens figure was stunning to say the least. As her wet dress clung tight and wet to her body it highlighted the sexy outline of her frame and hugged the very curves of her breast and hips to a point I could clearly see the outline of her bra and panties. Helen repeated this manouver a few times and seemingly was enjoying the experience of her cooling method.

I quickly took my small cam recorder and began capturing the sexy moments sure that she would soon run inside and when she did, I would replay the images and slowly jerk off until satisfied. She went a step further however.

Obviously sure she was not to be seen and with the knowledge that her husband Rick would not be home until dark and as well with her daughter Jenney safely tucked in at school for 6 more hours, Helen stripped away her heavy drab church like sun dress and let it fall on the grass. Her skin was like milk, pale as the moon on a misty knight. I imagined it was one of the few times Helen ever exposed her body to the sun. Childishly she skipped about the yard giggling to herself as she let her body catch more rain from the hose. I reached down to feel my thick throbbing shaft through my shorts as I admired her sexy long legs and petite frame and by zooming close, I could make out the darker wet patch of her red thistle between her legs and the almost transparent shade of her small erect nipples. She must have noticed as well.

As if she caught a glimpse of herself in the large glass pane of her sliding back door she stopped and stood looking sadly at that image. She dropped the hose letting it flood about her bare feet and slowly, ever so slowly let her hand trace over the contours of her hips and breast as if discovering her body all over again. I watched her knead her soft swells through her wet bra then she allowed her other stray hand to caress lower over her pale flat belly and push firm between her legs.  

Her thighs bent to trap her wondering hand and her head shot backwards throwing her dark auburn wet tangled knots behind her back. Her eyes closed as she began to press her fingers over the material of her wet panties forcing firm between her thick bush of pubic hair. I watched in awe as she continued to masturbate oblivious to my spying then as she began to struggle with her arousal, she collapse, plonking her ass in the wet puddle at her feet with legs and knees tucked under her thighs.

With one arm to the ground behind as support, Helen arched her body back, her free hand pressed up under her bra exposing one delicious pink areola that sprang sharp and erect. She quickly pushed her bra to her neck releasing her beautiful pert breast and began plucking at both nipples. Yes, she had gorgeous ripe firm breast B cup if not C with small pink nippes centered perfectly. A hand shaking, slid down her torso to bury hungrily under the hem of her panties. First she tugged one handed at the lining until her panties held stretched from thigh to thigh showing me her luscious mound of red pubic hair. More urgently she used both hands to push her knickers away entirely so she could spread her legs and almost immediately, fingers searched through her exposed pussy and began finger fucking her shinny wet cunt.

Her bare ass on the grass, ripples of skin formed on her belly as she sat upright and slanted a little forward as two fingers pounded her hungry cunt. I was surprised when with eyes closed, she felt for the still gushing hose head and quickly took it to aim with at her slit. Helen bit her bottom lip, her toes curled inward as the jet spray of the hose took her to ecstasyas it massaged over her clit.

Sated she threw the hose away, collapsed on her back and let her naked thighs drop wide open before her fingers withdrew from her exposed fuck hole. Those fingers trembled as she caressed them back over her breast and touched them to her lips before slowly savoring thier taste and she lay there for another five minutes dazed with eys squinted closed to the sun letting her baody recover.

Rolling to her side to stand up, she stubbled a little then collected her belongings, raced to the tap to turn the hose off.

For another ten minutes helen paraded about the yard enjoying her naked freedom posing to a pretend camera occasionally as she smelled flowers or touched a tree branch.

Again she surprised me before the show was over. I sudden urge seen her hand clasp again between her legs as her knees crossed.

She squatted under a tree balancing on her ankles and began to pee onto the dirt with a hand bending a small limb down for support. One knee dropped open as she admired her golden stream darkening wet the small bare patch of earth. There was a half smile of relief on her face and as she finished. Her left hand rubbed through her wet pussy once again. I was shocked when she raised those glistening digits to her face and tentitively smelled her dirty aroma. Helen looked nervously around the yard and for a fleeting moment I thought the dirty bitch was going to taste her own piss but with a face flushed inembarrassment and shame, she skirted inside with her wet clothing clutched to her naked breast.

I only had to replay the video half way through before my throbbing 6 inch phallus exploded over my chest and belly.

“Oh fuck yeah, good girl. That’s it my little nun cunt.” I gasped having used the pure religious image of Helen in my mind to assist my climax.

later while showering off my mind hatched a plan.

“Yes my sexy nun fuck. I think I can take advantage of what you showed me today. I’ll just wait until hubby is out of town before I make the move my dirty closet slut.”

~end chapter 1~