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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Its been a dreary week, its friday late afternoon, almost 4 weeks have gone by since that hot encounter and im sat in the car at supermarket about to get out car, but im kinda dwelling, fantasising, wishing she would glide by in the car, i sit a few minutes,,wishing but then resign myself to fact that its not happening, so i go in supermarket.
Do the usual shop, pay, wander out and there she is, parked beside my car!
Coincidence? Maybe knowing her, just a teasing ploy, do i greet her with friendly hello's etc or do i wait untill/if spoken to?
I opt to say nothing, as im walking to back of car she clicks window down, "we need the garden done", for a second i think out of devilment,ignore her for the simple fact it seemed everything, rude, presumptuous but only for a second, then i say almost too eagerly, "i can do that". She does'nt say anything, not "good" or "great" or "thank you", just sits like a chauffer waiting for me to get in car.
When we get to the house, theres no husbands car on driveway, no calling out to him that she "got everything", but as usual, she walks in ahead of me but straight to the french windows to other side of house, she opens them, walks out and stands outside, looking almost impatient and its simply because, its genuine eagerness to get me working on the bloody garden, i step out to face her, she holds a set of keys up, "there, huts over there, mower in hut and just cut the lawn, see you later".
The lawns vast, i walk to hut,laughing at myself, telling myself, serves you right.
I open the hut and the mower looks pathetic, way too small for the task ahead, i sigh and roll it out the hut.
As im cutting the grass, im full of asks to myself, am i just to do this one manual task and go? Maybe they do have fun plans for me, hell maybe she totally wants a fun time again, fully intended to bring me back to the house where hubby would be waiting too but he is held up, and clever her has laughingly told him,"ohh i'll get him to do the garden in the meantime". Thats her thing, she's a manager after all, they do stuff like that daily.
I'm not even half way through the job, i look up and there she is in a change of clothes, a hot figure hugging dress,standing behind the big window lookin quite anxious, almost as if assessing how far i've gotten doing the lawn and checking her watch.
Maybe i well and truelly am just to do this, maybe shes going out and just wanted this done by me and just takes me back to my car after, it peeves me, that idea,makes me hate what im doing.
A few minutes later, i look up, shes busy at the kitchen worktop but theres another woman with a drink in hand just standing staring at me, she too is dressed in a fantastic figure hugging dress!
Momentarily they both are standing looking out at me, slave like, walking up and down the vast lawn.
Its a woman friend, they are both dressed as if ready to go out, thats it, its all it is, shes had this cruel idea to bloody get "him we had a few weeks ago" in to cut her poxy lawn!!
I'm doing it but with an added reluctance now, angry at myself for becoming this pot luck handy man, who because he willingly went with her yet again, had the typical fantasy in his head of fucking her, serves me bloody right i tell myself. |
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