In front of the school

Hello everyone, my name is Julio. I live in front of a public elementary school. I have a dog that people from the street and the school love. One day I heard someone talking and playing with my dog through the gates. But I was surprised, because this time it was not the voice of a child, but of a woman. I went to the courtyard and, arriving there, I found a brunette looking 35 years old, with very black and smooth hair. She was wearing a very tight white pants and a black blouse showing her shoulders, without a bra. Next to her, a backpack, a boy of about 8 years old, her son, who had just left school. I was curious and I went to them as he was, in shorts, without a shirt and a white football, without panties.
- How are you?
I always come here and play with him.
- Nice to meet you, Julio.
- Nice to meet you, Laura.
I just smiled and kept looking. As she played with the dog and her son watched, I couldn't help but notice how Laura's legs were twisted. Curved, she valued her cute bundle and showed off part of her breasts. I kept imagining things. That golden skin glowing in the sunlight, those raised hips and those cute breasts. It was too much for me, I couldn't contain the erection. When she got up, she directed her eyes at my trousers and looked half surprised to see that my dick was upright. The thin fabric made the tip of my pocket clear, where the contours of her glans could be clearly seen. My dog kept wagging his tail and jumping on the grill.
Don't you want to come in and play with him for a while?
No, he's a nice guy, he won't hurt you!
In the face of her son's insistent refusal she gave a beautiful smile and looked quickly at my shorts before looking into my eyes and saying:
- Then, son, stay here while Mommy comes in a little.
I didn't open the gate very much and I was very close to where she was going to come through. Logically my intention was to rub my stick on it. She turned her back to me, coming in from the side. As my dog approached, she pretended to be a little afraid and stopped right in front of me. She took a step back and leaned her soft ass against my thick chest. She turned a little and slid her hand and, looking with a silly face, said:
- It won't bite?
Like I said, he likes you.
So she "took courage" and went in. The dog soon jumped and left dirty footprints on her white pants. But she didn't care and started playing with it. Sometimes she would lower her face to the height of my cock. When she was going to say something to me, before looking at me, she would pass her eyes through my pants and notice that my stick was still in place. From above I could see the hard beaks of her breasts. How delicious. I imagined my tongue circling and then licking several times, entering me with sucking and light bites. When she got up her hands were all dirty.
- Go wash your hands in the bathroom.
I've cleaned it all up.
- Of course, it's all right.
I let her go in front, and I could see through the fabric of her trousers that she was wearing a little bit of dental floss underwear, which made the sight a real delight. Watching the play of those hips, in a constant back and forth, carrying that tiny piece was too much. My roll seemed to be about to burst. My head, red, was throbbing and the veins were jumping. As she washed her hands in the bathroom sink, I could watch for a few more moments, grabbing and massaging over the fabric of the trousers, my itch.
All right, now you're clean.
As she wiped her hands with her long, beautiful red-painted nails, I looked down at her white pants.
- Yeah, but his pants got dirty.
It's all right, it's already dirty, I've been with it the whole time, I just came to pick up my son and I'm going home.
She came out of the bathroom, and I gently started tapping on the stains, passing my hand, and I did it on her thighs, and she, in a mixture of surprise and satisfaction, didn't even react, let me go on, and went upstairs to do it on her delicious ass, and when we got to the backyard again, I stopped that cute little bastard, because her son was waiting for her, and she stood in front of the gate as I opened it, and she gave me a beautiful smile.
- Thank you!
You can play with him whenever you want.
Yes, I always pass him by, mostly with my son at the end of the afternoon when I come to pick him up, but sometimes I do it after I've dropped him off, right after lunch.
Was I crazy or did that sound like a nice message? I rarely stayed home right after lunch, but I started doing it. I left the sound and the TV off so I could hear when Laura went to play with the dog. For about three or four days I didn't find her, but I kept staying home right after lunch and on the fourth or fifth day I hear that sweet voice saying funny things to my dog. I went there the same way, that is, in football shorts, no underwear and no shirt.
- How are you?
How's it going?
- Well, how are you?
- I feel great!
And she was! She looked great in that pink-striped jean skirt that went up to a palm above her knees, showing off her tanned legs with little blond hairs on her thighs. She was a braless delight, with that half-transparent white blouse that showed off her glowing shoulders and the outline of her appetizing breasts on her nipples. She was a hottie in that black high-heeled sandal tied up to her chin with thin straps that ended in a lace on her thigh. I didn't even ask her if she wanted to, I opened the lock, pushed the gate back a little bit, and after looking to the sides to see that no one was watching us, we smiled.
- We're going in!
I'm just gonna play with him for a little bit.
(continued)
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