Free Wildly Inappropriate by Eden Connor

around at all the flowers. If he felt safe enough to jack off outside, she doubted anyone would see her. She hummed as she bent to wipe his cum from the glass, but she left the print made by his lips, and she enjoyed the task. A soft breeze tickled her thrumming clit, and her nipples seemed attuned to the wind's soft caress. When the glass was clean, she stretched as high as she could onto her toes, pressing her lips to the spot he'd kissed, pretending for a moment this arrangement was something more than a business deal.
    Abandoning the cleaner on the porch steps, Cynda felt reluctant to go inside so soon. The sensation of being totally naked outdoors was foreign and exciting. Instead, she went to the shed to check on Daisy. The old English setter still nursed only one pup. Cynda noted the fresh water and bowl of food, stroking the bundle of fur that seemed fatter than it had been the day before. "He's gonna eat himself to death, not havin' to share," she confided to the pup's mother. Daisy raised her head at the sound of her voice, causing Cynda to wish anew she had the money to help Grams get her cataracts fixed.
    "He's a pretty boy," she assured the new mother, kneeling in the straw to stroke the puppy's soft fur. "What we gonna name him?"
    Daisy curled around her babe, closing her milky eyes.
    Strolling back to the porch, she tugged her small purse from underneath the bush where she'd concealed it the day before and picked up the cleaner, looking at the rocking chairs lining the back porch while she climbed the steps. Indoors, Cynda tugged the dildo off the glass in the pretty garden room and washed it in the sink, still smiling at his brazen game. Tucking it into the first drawer she found that had space, she added the lube and the unopened razors. Cleaning the soap from the brush, she laid it on the wide drain board to dry, careful to reshape the bristles.
    Her name caught her attention, scrawled on a piece of paper torn from a spiral notebook that lay by the sink. It took a few minutes to figure out what he'd written. Cynda smiled at the thought he'd left her a note to remind her she had his permission to find some dresses she liked in the attic.
    First, she called to check on Grams. She needed to let King know she'd talked her way into the house and ask him for other ideas about persuading Daniel to sell him the property he wanted, but she didn't want to spoil her happy mood, so she shoved her cell phone in the drawer along with the other items, being careful to turn it off so it wouldn't ring, and hurriedly climbed the stairs.
    She couldn't resist a peek inside each closed door while she walked toward the door she'd spied at the end of the hall. One room was feminine, with lacy curtains and a double brass bed covered in a cheerful quilt. Three others looked masculine, with single beds and furniture covered with stickers and the occasional carved initials. One held piles of cardboard boxes and nothing else.
    The room above Daniel's bedroom, closest to the top of the stairs, captivated her. A cradle sat in one corner beside a rocking chair. The crib was stripped of linens but she smiled and spun the row of five pastel-painted balls that were set into the headboard. A mobile with tiny farm animals still played music when she turned the small brass winder on the little music box.
    The siren's call of the attic eventually made her leave the nursery. She could barely wait to see what other beautiful dresses were tucked away up there.
    Heat assaulted her when she opened the attic door. She gave the beaded chain hanging from the porcelain wall-mounted socket a yank and began climbing the unpainted steps. Her feet seemed small as she stepped into the prints of Daniel's boots on the dusty treads. The stale air grew hotter with every step she climbed, but when she reached the low space above the arched hallway she forgot the heat in her excitement. Everywhere she looked were chifferobes and trunks and mysterious bundles beneath