I thought What the hell? It was so childish, but Vanessa is no little girl. I suppose she's about my age, I know her husband, and at least see her kids running around the neighborhood.
Then, one morning, I saw her cut through my side yard. Okay, who's property it belongs to is debatable, there's a small path between my fence, and the next door neighbors, but their dogs barked, and I looked out from the breakfast nook to see Vanessa.
She looked back at the street nervously, and I was just curious what exactly she was doing there. So, I set down my coffee, and put on my coat. I immediately thought about going back to get a scarf, or something. Leaving it alone, and getting on with my day, but then I heard her laughter.
Turning to giggles, and following the sound, I found her. Down in the creek, and wondered what the hell she was doing. Half naked, and scooping up silt, she rubbed it all over her chest, sensuously.
Even while I pulled my coat tighter, shivering, and holding my bare fingers under my arms. I knew she must be freezing, and I found out later that the temperature was 41 degrees. By the time I got back, and turned on The Weather Channel, so it might have been colder, but she continued.
Rinsing her hands in the creek, my son, and his friends came back muddy often, stomping around back there, but there was a little bit of a drop. Not enough to really wash out a swimming hole, but I made them strip off their shes, and hose off their feet before they came inside. So, I only had to mop up water, but that was in the summer, and it's fucking February!
Almost March, and a little warmer, but she's gotten her pants off, with her clean hands, and then started rolling around in it. I never got the Spa experience, I hadn't gone with her, but some other friends treated ourselves, and the mud bath. It was just cold, and clingy. A little slimy, but not all that pleasant.
"Huh!" My husband sure appreciated how smooth and fresh my skin felt, from the scrub. I don't know if it was that, or the waxing first, but I suppose it soothed the pain a little. I can't help noticing she's cleanshaven, all over, but now she's filthy, and so covered in it, I can't see how flushed her skin is, but warming up. It's obviously weirdly erotic, it just looks so childish, and her giggles aren't helping, but then she moans.
And I close my eyes. Starting to feel my fingers warmed up under my arms, and my breasts through my coat. So, what the hell, I slipped my hands in, and felt them through my top. Warm, and soft, listening to her moans, but then she stops. I thought she might have heard me, or spotted me watching her perversely.
What the hell am I doing? I ask myself, but she's sitting up, and instead of touching herself between the legs, she's holding her knees out. Her back to me, and grunts.
A little bubble plopped out behind her, and I covered my gasp. She's defecating, and enjoying it? Why, I had no idea that she was so sick, and disgusting, but that broke the spell. Before she went any further, I snuck back. Careful not to step on any sticks, and leaving her alone with her private perversions, but I can't help thinking how warm that must be. Then the thought of that cold gritty mess, in cracks, and even worse.
Filthy, even compared to that mud. It's like clay, and she must have washed off in the water, because when she came out. Her clothes were dry, and a little smudged with it, but her hair was wet, and she was shivering. She stopped, at the corners of the fences, and looked around, but then, she spotted me.
So, I smiled, raised my coffee cup in a silent toast, and winked at her.