Panties for Sale? Chapter 1

Panties for Sale? Chapter 1

Why would anyone buy a plastic frog sprinkler brand new, much less put it in a yard sale? I set the thing back in the box and stood up. No one had come out of the house yet and judging by the things laid out for sale I wondered if it was a sale at all. I looked back at the street then at the house. No one had stopped but me.
“Oh! Hello.”

I turned to see a stunning blonde house wife come out of the garage carrying two plastic bags.
“Hello.” I smiled warmly, trying be nonchalant. This was one of those moments where you feel that little jab in your guts and your cock stirs in your shorts like a hibernating bear. To run into a woman like this outside of an aerobics class was a little shocking. And at a yard sale. She was decked out in sports gear, a white tank top and a blue navy shorts with a little white sweater and matching socks and tennis shoes.

Indeed she did look she was going to play tennis, her hair pinned back framing a pretty face. She had the smallish breasts of an athlete and I had to resist drinking in her curvy legs that her shorts complimented so well. Immediately my mind willed her to twirl in a circle but she did the next best thing and turned her back to me to empty the bags into boxes set out on her driveway.

I sighed inside. Thank you so much. Her shorts were snugged up the crack of her ass and her legs were nice defined without a mark on them.
This was is what passed for a house wife around here? I am going to move to this neighborhood.
I looked away before she straightened back up. She turned back to, wrapping her sweater around herself without zipping it and crossed her arms.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Uh.” I looked back at the street. “Am I mistaken or is this a yard sale?”

She laughed, walking over to me.
“It will be in a few hours. I didn’t expect someone so early.”
To my surprise she walked right up to me and put her hands on her hips.
“That’s why I’m not really set up yet.”

You know, a woman putting her hands on her hips is an erotic thing. It must harken back to early times because it sends a subconscious signal to a man that this woman is presenting herself. The motion draws attention to her waist and put her breasts on display. Stopping and cocking your hip doesn’t help. It says ‘come and get it’. Plus her sweater fell back open to once again show the curves of her tight tits and for a moment I squeezed my eyes shut behind my sunglasses, willing myself not to pop a boner right in front of her.
“Oh I’m sorry I can come back later.”

She made a dismissive gesture and smiled.
“Don’t be silly! You’re here now you can look around all you like.”
Believe me I was looking.
“I’m going to keep unpacking out here but I know my husband has some tools in the back of the garage.”
“Oh yeah? Is he home?”
“No, he and my son left like two minutes ago to put up signs. That’s why I was surprised to see you. We’re kinda out of the way to find.”
“Just lucky I guess.” I smiled and she smiled back.

I didn’t want to walk away from her, but I strolled off, looking over things and seeing nothing better than what my eyes had feasted on already.
I sighed a little now. There really wasn’t much to see. Baby clothes and toys, knick-knacks and assorted extra stuff that every house had.