Pete looked across the street at his neighbour shovelling the snow from her drive. His imagination was going into overdrive as she bent down and exerted more pressure on the shovel to move the hard compacted snow. Her tight, jean clad bum looked, as always fantastic. Especially to an acknowledged "bum man" like Pete.
Sherin was a few years younger than Pete. Short thin and petite. She had shoulder length dark blond hair, small, but what seemed nicely shaped boobs, and a bum to die for!
Pete and his partner had lived opposite Sherin for a couple of years. They got on well with her and her boyfriend, Hugh, who stayed overnight about five nights out of seven. The couples had got together a few times for drinks and dinner, shared conversations when they met, but were not bosom buddies.
Pete was imagining what Sherin would look like in bed, naked, pleading with him to make love to her. She was complaining that Hugh was no longer interested in her. Pete saw himself removing his clothes and telling Sherin to turn over onto her stomach. He was transfixed by her bum.
Damn! His day dream was interrupted by Sherrin waving at him. Oh God, he had been caught staring at her. She was, however, smiling at him and waving at him. He waved back at her, trying not to look too guilty. She waved back and then gestured for him to come over to her.
Pete got up and put his coat and boots on. Opening the front door the blast of Siberian cold air hit him. "Fancy a coffee?" Sherin shouted.
"Great, yes please," he replied carefully walking through the snow and across the road to her, now standing at the end of her cleared drive.
"You're being very energetic," Pete said smiling at Sherin.
She smiled back, "had to be done, and feel better for it. I'm sick and tired of this stuff and had to get out of the house for a few minutes. I feel I've got cabin fever. Come on, let's go in and have a coffee now, I'm freezing."
They walked into her warm and tidy little house, removing their boots in the door way and hanging their coats up.
"How is Hugh?" asked Pete.
"Fine, stuck at work and can't get here because of the snow. Louise OK?"
"Yes, she's fine. She got to work today so I'm home alone for a few hours," Pete replied.
"Good, then you can keep me company." Sherin said smiling as she turned to put the coffee machine on and Pete tried desperately to keep his eyes off her bum.
The coffee was soon made and poured. "Come on into the lounge, make yourself comfortable," Sherin said as she led the way.
She sat opposite him. "I'm getting all tingly as the heat is getting to me," she said.
Pete could see the rosy glow in her cheeks. "I wondered what you were going to say then about getting tingly," he teased.
"Pete!" she cried in mock indignation. "Whatever next, do behave!"
He laughed and sipped his coffee.
"So what were your plans for today," Sherin said breaking the silence.
"Oh, I don't know, catch up on some paper work, nothing much going on at work, I did a conference call earlier, what about you now you have finished clearing the drive?"
"Same really, nothing much. You looked miles away when I saw you looking out of the window, where were you Pete, anywhere interesting?"
Pete smiled thinking: If only she knew! "No not really, day dreaming I think."
"Naughty thoughts?"
"What on earth made you ask that?" Pete said in amazement.
Sherin looked a bit embarrassed. "Oh it's just that I sometimes daydream and, well, you know, fantasies and things like that fill my mind."
"Oh do tell," said Pete leaning forward.
"No, I couldn't!" Sherin smiled, looking really embarrassed.
"Oh yes you could. I'm the one that reads Cosmo," Pete laughed reminding her of a conversation they had at a BBQ the previous summer.
"Well you will get more from Cosmo. The stories there are much better than my fantasies," she laughed.
"I bet that's not true," Pete said, desperately hoping his growing erection was not showing as he changed his seating position.
"It is. Tell you what, you tell me one of your fantasies and I may tell you one of mine."
"Ok, one of mine is," he paused and thought carefully, looking at Sherin who was hanging on his every word, "is seeing a woman playing with herself."
She did not look shocked. "Oh, any woman in particular?"
Pete shook his head. "Go on, your turn," he said.
She looked at Pete. "One of mine is similar actually, but seeing a man play with himself and cumming over me."
