Ben's wife was on one of her many vacations, while he stayed home and worked. No matter, it was his business, his baby, and he loved to work. But it got lonely in the evenings.
Even when she was home, his wife treated him like a child who needed a mommy, not a man who needed a wife. The subtle jokes at his expense, the barbed comments... And always always deferring sex to "Later, not now, honey..." It was enough to make him crazy.
So when his neighbor's wife began to flirt with him a little, he found it refreshing, exciting... The forbidden lured him like nothing else.
Friday evening he was working in his garage as the sun was setting, and suddenly she appeared, wearing cut off jeans and a plaid shirt tied around her stomach.
"Karla still out of town?" Jessie asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
"Yep. She's not back until Sunday, and the boys took off for the lake early. I have one more job in Los Angeles tomorrow and then I'll join them," he said, looking over his shoulder at Jessie. "Where's Dan?"
"Oh, he's at work for another few hours...and the kids are scattered too. Guess it's just us around here to enjoy this gorgeous sunset!"
Jessie came closer to the trailer Ben was working on and peered over his shoulder. "What's wrong with the hitch?"
"Oh, it got bent last time we were at the lake. Justin almost jackknifed the trailer with the jet skis and it got a little torqued." Ben turned to find Jessie alarmingly close, looking into his eyes with a twinkle and a smile in hers. "Should be pretty easy," he said, his voice faltering as he noticed her alluring cleavage just inches from his elbow.
"Good thing I wasn't driving... Those jet skis would probably have ended up at the bottom of the lake," she quipped.
His mouth suddenly dry, Ben felt his heart start to pound and had an instant of panic. All the harmless flirting they did on line and when the families got together seemed to promise more, and here they were with privacy and opportunity for the "more" to occur.
"Want a beer?" Ben asked quickly, stepping back to avoid brushing her chest with his arm.
"Absolutely. Thanks." He opened the fridge, mouthing "WOW" to nobody as he reached in and found two Coronas, taking a deep breath in the cool refrigerated air before closing the door and turning to face her.
Jessie was standing right behind him, startling him and nearly causing him to drop the beers. She steadied his hands, took one bottle and popped the top off on the bottle opener mounted on his workbench. Handing him the opened beer she took the second and likewise opened it, then tipped it to her lips drinking a long slow drink of the beer. She continued to gulp and swallow, gulp and swallow, until the beer was more than half empty.
She took a breath, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sighed, saying, "Ice cold and delicious... I needed that. Thanks!" Then she finished off the bottle and set it down on the workbench. This whole time Ben just stood staring at her, his mouth gaping. "Aren't you going to drink yours?" He blinked and nodded, sucking down his beer as quickly as she had hers.
