It was my third week of unemployment and I was feeling restless. I had just spent two hours looking at job listings on the computer and I was taking a little stretch break. Outside it was bright, sunny and warm. I walked over to the open screen door and looked up and down my suburban neighborhood. My wife's car was not in the driveway…She had taken our daughter on an all day outing.
Two houses down I saw Myra out watering her front yard. Myra was a stay-at-home-mom with a six month old boy, a six year old girl and a four year old boy. I stared at her through the screen enjoying the scene of her spraying cool water on colorful flowers, standing barefoot in the grass and her sexy legs rising to short shorts. She wore a loose shirt tied at the waist and watered as if she had all the time in the world. Myra still had the full hanging breasts of a nursing mom, but she had managed to lose the weight in her hips and legs.
I thought for a moment of going back to the computer, but I noticed some of my own plants were a bit droopy, and I followed an impulse to take a little longer break. Having nowhere important to go, I was comfortably attired in shorts and a short sleeved shirt and was bare-footing it also.
I unrolled the garden hose and began spraying indiscriminately the flowers, bushes and the lawn in the front yard. I focused my attention on Myra and saw her look over my way. We waved at each other. I found myself fantasizing about her full beasts. I pictured her full breasts and large nipples and noticed I was licking my lips. My penis was also responding -- it began growing down my loose pant leg.
Lost in my fantasy, it took me a moment to notice that Myra was calling to me. "Steve, can I ask you a question?" she shouted. I put the garden hose down and walked to her, trying to adjust myself as I walked, so I wouldn't be noticed down there.
As I got near, I saw she had a new haircut -- a short bob cut that framed her cute face. She was raising three children but she never seemed harried. Now with the sun in her face and a warm smile to greet me, she struck me as particularly pretty.
We made a little small talk. I asked about the kids, she asked about my job search.
Then I asked, "What can I help you with?"
"Its my computer. I was trying to download a file from a friend and I just couldn't get it to open. Bridgette (referring to my wife) says you are good at this sort of thing."
"Sure," I said. "I'll give it a try."
I looked for a moment in her gentle eyes, then allowed myself a quick peak at the cleavage offering itself at the top of her shirt. I let myself steal a further glance at her legs. When my eyes returned to hers, she cocked her head to one side, smiled and said, "Come on inside." I followed, enjoying the view of her butt cheeks held tightly in the shorts.
Inside, she led me to the computer room and pulled two chairs up to the computer. We sat side by side. She focused on the monitor and began clicking open windows, looking for the file she wanted to show me.
From my angle at her side, I now saw a profile view of her breast through the shirt opening. Its round shape and smooth skin re-ignited my fantasy, and I found myself getting warm and stiff. I tried to shake it off by asking an inane question about her computer. She answered my question, but then took a slow deep breath, pushing her breasts up as if to tempt me to bury my face in them.
Unexpectedly she declared, "That baby sleeps so soundly. Thank goodness I get a little break about this time everyday. Then as if in answer to my thoughts, "The kids won't be home for another couple of hours."
"Oh, here it is," she said looking at the screen. "I tried to open it, but it won't let me."
