She was always game for sex and willing to take his cock in the cunt or the mouth, which ever he fancied that day, and she had even hinted at the possibility that she might take his prick up the asshole as well. She was like a filing cabinet designed for pricks or a switchboard into which cocks could be plugged in whatever connection was required. Jonathon had fallen into the habit of fucking Brenda first thing every morning, and it was with that prospect ahead of him that he refrained from fucking Caroline most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a business-man's umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an exception.

It had started out as usual.

Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded into the bathroom to take a piss and soften his cock enough so that he could manage to jam it into his trousers.

He had glanced out the window and froze.

The bathroom window looked out over the dividing fence, into the back yard of the house next door.

And in that adjacent yard, the gorgeous redhead who had recently moved in was doing her morning exercises.

And she was stark naked!

The Stephenses lived in a house tract, the houses built fairly close together but privacy maintained by the fences. There was no reason to believe that the redhead realized she was exhibiting herself, for she was perfectly isolated in her own back yard. But it was sure an inspirational sight.

Jonathon stared at her, and his cock, some what diminished now, snapped back to a vibrant rampancy.

He did not know the woman, except to nod to.

She had moved into the house not long before and lived alone – a divorcee, Jonathon figured, because she was much too desirable to be a spinster, and he had noticed that she was an attractive woman, but only with passing and casual interest.