Susana stood in her backyard with the garden hose in her hand, the warm summer evening wrapping around her like a second skin. At twenty-seven, she had a body that turned heads without trying — thick thighs, a soft round belly, and heavy breasts that swayed under her thin white tank top. Her husband had left for another business trip that morning, leaving the house quiet and her body restless. She wore tiny cotton shorts that barely covered the bottom of her full ass. No bra. The sweat from the heat made the white fabric stick to her dark n*****s, turning them into hard little points anyone could see.
She aimed the hose at the flower beds, bending over slowly to reach the back row. The shorts rode up, showing the soft underside of her cheeks. She knew the new neighbor was watching. She co
