She came out the back door. "I was tired of watching TV", she said.
"Sit down and relax for a while", I responded.
We chatted about nothing in particular and everything in general. It grew dark as the yard torches provided what little light we had. I continued to finish my glass of wine; she did without.
"I'm going to put on my pajamas", she said after awhile, rising to go inside.
"Would you simply take off your clothes and come back outside? Leave your panties on because I know how anxious you are without them."
She returned a few minutes later with clothes off except her panties and with her pajamas wrapped around her neck and down thru her breasts like a scarf. "How's this?"
"Perfect!" I said as I realized I compromised a little, giving in to her so she could be comfortable and I could by chance have what I wanted. And the little bit of clothing made her breasts more tantalizing.
She sat down and we talked some more. She seemed almost comfortable, unlike so many other times. She sipped my wine, making that little face by wrinkling her nose at me because she really doesn't like my taste in wine. And she giggled, and I laughed. She was, in her own way, offering to come halfway.
We talked about what we wanted to do with the back yard this year - how will we arrange the furniture; what will we replace; what will we buy new? We talked about possible parties to have there and what family events we might have during the summer. And it became quiet for a few minutes with each of us lost in our own thoughts.