DIANE LEARNS A LESSON

 

By K.C. Douglas

 

Diane had a foul mouth and her temper was just as bad. Everyone in the upscale, condo complex knew her and most of them tried to stay out of her path when something didn't go her way. You could always tell when Diane was in a bad mood, as her pretty face was etched with anger and hatred.

 

It wasn't so much she hated the world, but rather she hated being left alone. Her husband was in the army and stationed in Afghanistan on an overseas deployment. They had been married two years and loved each other; yet it was funny how time apart affected any love.

 

One fateful day when Diane was in the basement laundry room, she picked on the wrong person. "You little asshole! GET OUT! Get the hell out of here and take your little, fag friend with you," she screamed. The constant harassment from certain tenants in the condo complex finally got to her and she lost control. "Nobody touches my clothes... especially two little creeps... perverts!"

 

The two teenage boys were well aware of Diane's routine and knew she spent Monday evenings doing laundry. Jeff and his closest friend, Danny, would do anything to get a look at the sexy, married woman. They often pretended to create chance encounters with Diane just to get close to her and be able to ogle Diane's seductive body.

 

Jeff and Danny had just graduated high school and at eighteen thought of nothing except teenage girls and older women. The teens watched the complex's laundry area as well as the exercise, sauna and hot tub areas like hawks and they loved secretly spying on Diane whenever she used any of the spots.

 

Diane foolishly assumed her schedule matched the teenagers' regime. They seemed to be using the exercise equipment whenever she worked out, washing clothes at the same time and lounging around the hot tub area when she was there.

 

The teens absolutely loved catching her dressed in skimpy attire and nothing accented her seductive curves better than tight Lululemon clothes and especially spandex tights. The total absence of any panty line or undergarments did wonders for the teenagers' sexual appetite and raunchy fantasies.

 

Both teenagers could barely contain their enthusiasm whenever watching Diane workout. Jeff ogled her luscious breasts and he noted every time her overly pronounced nipples showed. He couldn't take his eyes off her bouncing boobs, which seemed to put great stress on her stretchy outfits.

 

Danny was a leg and hip guy and he couldn't take his eyes off her long muscular legs and shapely hips. He often fantasized about catching Diane naked and actually caressing her tantalizing thighs and perfectly well-rounded butt. He marveled at how the tight attire made her appear extremely desirable.

 

Because the teenagers were from the complex and she knew them, Diane normally wasn't offended whenever she caught them admiring her. She was used to men staring because of her ravishing sexy appearance and she actually reveled in any attention now that her husband was stationed overseas.

 

The teenagers had the silliest notion that Diane was attracted to them. Jeff considered her the best looking woman in the whole building and he let it affect his judgment at times.

 

Not only was she young and radiant; Diane was seductive and dressed to show off her womanly delights and her clothes seemed to get sexier with each passing day her husband was away. No matter what she wore, Diane was alluring, especially to two eighteen-year-old teens.

 

Jeff glared at the infuriated woman who had just yelled at him. "But... but... I was only," he said, as he tried not to look at the fancy bra he had removed from the dryer. "I was just trying to help."

 

Diane grabbed her lacy bra out of the teen's hand and quickly shoved it into her laundry basket. She looked at the frightened teenager and felt a little bad for losing control. "I'm very capable. I don't need help with my laundry," she said. "Leave... get out and stop staring at me."

 

Jeff reacted without thinking. He grabbed another garment out of the dryer and his heart stopped, as he fingered the skimpiest pair of thong panties. His eyes shifted from Diane's to the panties and back again. He was dumbfounded and timidly handed her the garment. "Sorry... yes, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you... just help," he whispered.

 

She grabbed the panties and threw them in the basket. "You heard me, asshole. Get out... leave me alone," she yelled again. "Stop staring at me."

 

Jeff felt totally embarrassed. He responded in a fashion of an irate teenager who had been humiliated in front of his best friend. "I'll get you. I'll get even! You're the biggest bitch around here and you think your shit doesn't stink," he said. "You swing that pretty ass around like you're the Queen of Sheba. I'll get you... I'll get even with you!"

 

The teenager quickly decided to cut his losses. Jeff motioned at Danny and then he turned around and departed the cramped, laundry room area. "C'mon, let's go. We'll get even with the bitch. One way or other... I'll fuck that gorgeous piece of ass," he whispered to his friend loud enough for Diane to hear him.

 

They hustled down a long hallway and out into the complex's backyard. "Holy shit, the woman is crazy. We were just trying to help and she goes nuts on us," Danny said.

 

"Yeah, Christ I was just helping... I didn't know her fucking undies were in the dryer," Jeff stated. "I was just going to get her clothes out and put them in the fucking laundry basket."

 

"Man, I'll never forget her look when you held up that sexy bra," Danny said. "When you looked at her boobs, that's when she went off the deep-end."

 

"Yeah, I was imagining her wearing the fucking bra and that's when I looked at her. Did you notice her fucking nipples showing?" Jeff asked.

 

"That was the skimpiest bra... and see-through. Christ her tits would show and I get the biggest hardon just thinking about it," Danny replied.

 

"Fuck, I wanted to grab her big knockers and feel the shit out of them."