He had never really thought much about his next door neighbor. She was a petite middle aged woman who tended her gardens religiously on Saturday mornings. Like clockwork, 10 am and she would be in her gardes rake or shovel in hand working the various flower beds.
She was always in baggy work clothes – track pants and a sun hat on her head, a constant blur of activity. The most interaction Steve had with her was friendly wave followed by a brief hello.
Then came a knock at the door late Saturday evening.
"Hi Steve, so sorry to bother you but, um, I kinda locked myself out of the house and could you give me a hand?"
It was all Steve could do, not to stare.
Although she was wearing a long overcoat, it was hard not miss the little black dress as it was just that, little. The front plunged deep showing off a magnificent cleavage and the mid-thigh hem line exposed a set of toned legs that clearly spent countless hours walking around the garden.
"Uh Steve," she shuffled a bit uncomfortably and unconsciously pulled the coat in a bit tighter.
"Umm ya, no problem what you need?"
"My keys are locked in the trunk, I never should have put my purse in there. The only other set for the car are in the house." Cynthia looked on the verge of tears.
"Is there a way to get in the house? Did you leave a window open?"
She perked up a bit, "I usually keep my bedroom window open so if we can get up to the second floor I should be able to get in through there."
Happy to oblige, Steve grabbed his ladder from the garage and the two went around the back of her house. Sure enough the window was open just a crack, but at 6'2' it was pretty apparent Steve was not going to squeeze his frame in that window.
"Hope you don't mind heights," said Steve motioning to the ladder.
She laughs, "Well I am always up for an adventure."
Cythia bends over to undo her heels and Steve receives a nice view down the front of her low cut dress. All this time, he thought to himself, how could he have not noticed those?
She looks up at him, smiles and he realizes he has been caught in the act. Before he can stammer out a response she says, "I really appreciate you doing this for me, thanks."
She hands him the heels and jacket and hesitantly climbed the first few rungs. As she shifts up to the next rung, her dress rides up, and Steve is sure he sees nothing but white thigh and nothing else.
Before he could get another look she deftly climbed in the window.
Steve puts down the ladder, grabs her heels and coat and heads around to the front door.
She opens the door with an inviting smile, "The least I can do is offer you a drink?"
"Can't say no to that."
They move into the living room where she pours them a glass of wine. She drinks deeply. After some idle chit chat about the weather Cynthia confesses, "You see it's been so long since I have been on a date and things went so wrong. I met him online and turned out he was a complete jerk. I just wanted to go out for dinner drinks, a few laughs, it's been so long since..." She was casually sitting across from him in a deep comfy chair, her dress having settled just distractingly above the middle of her thigh.
"That's too bad about your night," taking a slight appraisal of her lounging in her black dress, "clearly any guy would be lucky to have you to, date."
"Uh thanks you are so sweet," and with that she subtly shifted her legs giving Steve a full view up the inside of her thigh. His early observation was correct, she wasn't wearing any panties.
She toyed with the stem of the glass and looked him in the eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty? You know, for an older lady?"
"Your not old," but his comment faded as she leaned forward and picked up the coaster she had dropped.
She paused for a moment and all Steve could do was stare deep into her cleavage.
