Kate had woken up just as the birds had started their dawn chorus. She lay in bed for a while listening to her husband Stuart sleeping, while idea's floated in and out of her brain. The early morning hang over had done little to dampen her quiet excitement in finding her mystery watcher. In the shower she tried to come up with a list of possible people that she thought, maybe, possibly would enjoy watching her. As her soapy hand reached her vagina, the thought of so many men watching her set her tingling and she had to use a heavy dose of reality and self-will to pull back from such an early morning play.
By the time she reached the kitchen she had all but given up on the list. Her brain was crawling out of the drink hazed fog and she was slowly finding herself coming up with reasons and excuses why she should not find her admirer. Stuart walked into the kitchen, already suited for a morning at work. Kate looked at him with mock sad eyes and Stuart snorted a laugh "It's half a day, two clients," he said grabbing a bowl of cereal that Kate had poured. "I'll be home by one, perhaps two at the very latest." Kate kept her sad eyes locked on her husbands, "We have all of Sunday to ourselves." He finished the bowl of cereal and gave Kate a lingering kiss on the lips and disappeared the way he had come in.
For the middle of June the weather was gorgeous, and Kate was secretly glad that Stuart had to work. It gave Kate time to tend to the flowers in the back garden. Up in the bedroom Kate pulled off her robe and nightie and replaced them with a tatty pair of olive coloured cargo pants and an old, frayed, off white t-shirt. As she slipped it over her head she realized she had forgotten to put not only her knickers on but also her bra. With her head through the top of the t-shirt she lingered for a moment catching sight of her half naked body in the dressing table mirror. Pale white breasts hanging heavy and round, tipped with dark areola and nipples. The thought was brief, barely coherent in form but it made her body pop in goose bumps. 'Perhaps he would be watching.' That was all the thought had been and it was enough to make Kate lower her t-shirt over her naked breasts, the cotton creating friction on her nipples making them stand erect as she walked out of the room and downstairs.
Within half an hour of dropping to her knees and sinking her trowel into the flower beds, Kate had forgotten all about being bra-less and on display to all and sundry. When she arched her back and stretched, spine snapping here and there as the muscles unfurled from their knots it was almost midday. She had been going about her gardening for almost two hours. Kate stood up and dusted off her knees and turned to head back into the house for a glass of water. She slowed as she reached the open kitchen door. Directly to her left were the two wooden steps that led to the small patio. Right next to the steps was a large mature fern tree. Kate's curiosity had gotten the best of her and she walked slowly over to the spot.
She stood where she thought the watcher had been and looked around. Some of the branches on the fern had been snapped off and on the ground she found the dried, brown coloured remains, remains that were much older than last night. Kate could feel her already red face flush deeper. Whoever had been stood here had been visiting for some time. She felt a sense of unease, this was merely a chance encounter, whoever it was had visited many times before.
"Afternoon Katherine," The voice came from just behind her and Kate turned with surprise expecting to see her watcher unmasked and standing before her. "Everything alright?" Asked Mr Wheeler as he peered over his side of the fence, he had asked the question when Kate had reacted with such surprise at hearing his voice.
Kate swallowed back her scream, "Yes Mr Wheeler, sorry but you gave me a fright." She took a deep breath slowing her breathing down. "I didn't see you out in your garden."
Roy Wheeler was in his sixties and retired. Both Kate and Stuart had become fast and easy friends with both Roy and his wife Wendy, and it was not unusual to see Mr Wheeler out in his garden either tending to his magnificent flower beds or cutting the grass with an ancient hand pulled lawn mower. Kate made no secret to how jealous she was of Roy's garden. "You know me Katherine, any chance I get." His smile stretched and smoothed some of the creases in his face, the smile seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable and Kate wondered briefly if something was troubling him.
"Well it is a beautiful day for it," Kate said stepping over to the fence. She stood on her tip-toes to see over the fence at the well-manicured lawn and hated Roy just a little bit. She could see Roy out the corner of her eye and noticed how his bushy eyebrows lifted and his eyes widen. She looked down at herself and noticed that her t-shirt had pulled tight as she tip-toed and leaned over to look into the garden. The off-white cotton had stretched across her unsecured breasts, their curvature clear and her nipples poked two firm dimples in the material. She stood straight a little embarrassed that she had inadvertently showed off.
Roy's face reddened, "I, erm, well..." he stuttered trying to meet Kate's eye and hold it without looking down, "been busy since the break of dawn, my insomnia gets the better of me sometimes."
Roy's insomnia was legendary along the street. He had been seen at odd hours during the night walking the dog or strolling about in an attempt to tire him out enough to sleep. "I don't suppose you saw anything strange last night Mr Wheeler?" The question was not meant to be a trap but simply curiosity, as Roy was likely out of everyone to have seen anyone suspicious.
Roy's jaw dropped, and his face reddened even more, Kate could see the sweat break out across his deep lined forehead. "No, no not last night I was indoors watching some westerns. My son got me a blue ray player, wonderful machine, marvellous sound," He rambled on with a shaky almost squeaky voice in places.
