Geno was up before the sun. With a little over a week until the triathlon, he needed to get in some training. He was never going to compete with the twenty-somethings, but in his age class, he was highly ranked. Geno knew that his running and cycling legs were solid; it was his swimming that let him down. The day was going to be stinking hot, so Geno had decided the previous evening to get up early and take a quick jog down to the beach and get a couple of hours of solid swimming under his belt.
With the rest of the family asleep, he put on his boardshorts, tee shirt and runners, grabbed a towel and crept into the kitchen to grab something light to eat and fill his water bottle. As Geno stood at the kitchen sink, he could see something move in the half-light through the window. Past the clothesline, out by the veggie patch, there was movement. Someone was creeping through his backyard.
Suddenly angry, Geno stormed out the back door and yelled, “Oi! Who’s there?”
The neighbour’s dog barked furiously, and the morning chorus halted briefly but the figure did not move. Still angry, Geno called in a threatening voice, “I can see you standing there. What gives?”
The figure seemed to shimmer slightly before it became solid and took a pace toward him. It was not fully light yet and Geno struggled to make out any details about this mysterious visitor. At first, he thought it was an old woman who had somehow gotten into his backyard. As she silently approached, he realised that she wasn’t old, but young. Young and stunningly beautiful. Something did not feel right though, and Geno began to feel uneasy.
Her skin was so pale that it seemed to glow in the early morning sun, but her hair was as black as a coal. Impossibly dark eyes looked at him and a faint smile appeared on her blood-red lips. She was standing there in what appeared to be a flimsy dressing gown with the outline of her full breasts could clearly visible.
Something was wrong with this silent visitor and Geno’s uneasiness spread. There seemed to be another body hidden behind this pale beauty as if there were two bodies superimposed over each other. Geno blinked hard to try to clear his vision. He tried to speak but his mouth was too dry, so he just stood there and waited. The woman shrugged her shoulders and the dressing gown crumpled to the ground, leaving this eerie vision of femininity standing stark naked in his yard.
She walked over to Geno, gave him a sly wink, and knelt in front of him. Deft hands removed his rapidly hardening cock from his boardshorts, and, without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his knob and gently sucked. Geno was in heaven as her lips and tongue masterfully worked their magic, while one of her hands slowly stroked the shaft and her other gently squeezed his balls.
His heart raced as he looked down into her face. She looked up at him, gave him a smile of pure lust, and playfully bit his knob.
“Her eyes, were they red?” Geno thought to himself. “No, it’s just the reflection of the rising sun.”
The rising sun! That thought suddenly snapped Geno back to reality. What the hell was he doing getting a blow job in his garden? The neighbours can see right into this section of the yard. It was unlikely, but Rita and his girls could wake up at any moment. Panicked, Geno pulled away from the best blow job he had ever had and looked down at this pale beauty at his feet and again felt a certain wrongness about her.
She stared up at him with a look of shocked sadness on her face and cooed softly. Suddenly, Geno’s fear and reluctance melted away and he was overcome with lust again. He gestured behind him toward the opened door. She smiled, ran her tongue seductively over her lips and stood. Her hips swayed as she walked toward the door. Mounting the steps, she turned her head and blew him a kiss before she disappeared through the doorway.
Geno wanted this stranger who, almost magically, appeared in his veggie patch, but somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice was screaming a warning. Was it the angel on his shoulder warning of the dangers of infidelity? Was it something else? But the devil on his other shoulder was screaming even louder, telling him to go fuck her now. With his cock still sticking out of boardshorts, Geno walked into his home and closed the door behind him.