He often watched Jessica from his study window. She frequently worked in her garden on summer afternoons while he sat and typed away at his keyboard, stopping to look over and watch her. He knew she couldn't see him behind his blinds and enjoyed the sight of her beautiful and peaceful form in the garden behind his house.
Today was the first day this year Mike had seen her, the long Midwest winter was over and she was wandering around her garden, picking at some leaves on her bushes and shrubs, apparently assessing her workload for spring. Jessica was a lovely creature who carried herself in a noble manner, upright and proud as she walked. Her shoulder-length brown hair bouncing around in the breeze as she enjoyed the sunshine.
They had been neighbors for years. Jessica used to spend hours talking to Mike's ex across the fence. Somehow the friendship between the two households never developed into a "come over and grill" one, something Mike was grateful for as Jessica's husband wasn't the friendliest of people. Although he'd watched her plenty, he hadn't talked to Jessica in over two years now. He hated yard work and since his wife had left him he had a service come around and take care of his most hated chore.
As he watched her solitary figure move gracefully around her garden, he recalled another neighbor telling him that Jessica now lived alone also. Her ogre husband had apparently up and left her late the previous fall. Like most neighborhood gossip, Mike had dismissed the information as irrelevant at the time, but as Jessica started to cut some small branches off a bush Mike looked at her in a new light.
Distracted from his work, Mike continued to watch her. She wore a sweat top, blue jeans, and was constantly brushing her hair away from her face with one or other gloved hand. Occasionally she would bend over, facing away from him. There was no way she could ever know what a delight it was for him, or that he was feeling a stir between his legs.
Mike smiled but dismissed his pleasurable thoughts of Jessica and returned to his computer screen. He was only partially successful and unconsciously peeked out at her now and again. After a couple of hours of glancing to see how Jessica was getting on Mike noticed that she had moved on to some heavier yard work and was attempting to lever a large rock with a shovel. He sighed as he watched her fruitless efforts for several minutes, wrestling with his conscience and his hatred of yard work. In the end his decision was made for him as Jessica's hands slipped from the handle of the shovel, and she fell backwards onto the soft lawn.
Sighing as he retrieved his old work gloves from the garage, Mike stepped out into the warming spring air and started to walk in Jessica's direction. "Stop," he called jovially. "Stop, before you hurt yourself."
"Hi Mike. Haven't seen you in ages." Jessica looked up and smiled, wiping some sweat from her brow with the back of her glove. "I was just trying to move this a few feet."
"Well, maybe if I help you it'll keep your health insurance down a little," he quipped as he came through the gate and arrived at her side. "I'm surprised you haven't broken anything already. Especially the handle of that shovel. Where do you want it?" He indicated the rock.
For the next half-hour Mike heaved at the recalcitrant boulder, laughed along with Jessica at their efforts and finally succeeded in moving the thing to its new site. Once the job was complete Mike sat on the boulder, breathing heavily from his exertions and looked up at Jessica. "I hate yard work," he laughed.
"Come on." Jessica stood and started to walk back to her kitchen. "Least I can do is get you a drink for your hard work."
As Mike sat at her casual dining table, watching her ferry lemonade and glasses from various points around the kitchen, he noticed again how attractive she was. Her silky hair hung around her shoulders framing her subtle features and pale skin. When she smiled her face came alive. Her vibrant eyes shone and her lips parted easily and allowed her teeth to brighten the overall effect. He thought about wrapping his arms around her, something he had not done with a woman in too long.
"First time I've actually missed the stupid oaf." Jessica flashed one of her memorable smiles as she sat next to Mike with the tray she had made up.
"Ah, yes," Mike recalled. "I heard that he'd left you. I'm sorry."
"No need for sympathy. I'm happy to be rid of him." she laughed a genuine laugh.
*****
Later that afternoon Jessica was preparing vegetables and looking out at her newly positioned rock, when she thought how nice it had been of Mike to help her and how good it felt to have someone in her house again. She'd enjoyed talking to him, something she'd missed with a man for the longest time.
Mike had never struck her as being overly attractive or even very social, but her opinion of him had changed while he'd been helping her. He was taller than her, had less hair than her ex but today he struck her as being more athletic than she had noticed before. He didn't smile much, but his eyes were alive when they looked at her. His eyes gave him away more than anyone she had ever met.
Maybe it was fate, but more likely just plain habit, but when she looked at the amount of food she had prepared, it was too much for her alone. The notion to invite Mike was the first thought that came to her, but she weighed it up for several moments before drying her hands and reaching for the telephone.
*****
Mike wasn't sure what to think of the invitation, but he sure wasn't treating the dinner as a "date". Jessica had insisted that he join her as payment for his hard work. His initial inclination was to decline as he had work to finish, but as he thought back to how much he had enjoyed her company that afternoon, he accepted.
As he showered before heading across the gardens to join her, Mike was fantasizing about what might happen if it actually was a date. He thought about how it would be to hold a woman again, to kiss her and lie naked with Jessica while they made unhurried love all night. Looking down at himself as he rinsed, he saw that he was aroused at the visions.
After he pulled on a smarter pair of jeans and a linen shirt, he grabbed a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and set off to Jessica's house.