You were so beautiful that afternoon. Your normal lusciousness was endowed with a special aura of dedication as you sweated out in the garden, working at the rich soil to make the house you live in more of a home. It was especially true, because this wasn't the garden near the street or surrounding the front porch- no, this was a large plot shaped like a heart in the privacy-fenced backyard. No one would ever see it unless they were welcomed into your home, and looked out the large glass sliding doors upon the neatly arranged rows of colorful flowers.
You had given me a key over a year ago, when you first moved in, and I had drove ten hours to be at your housewarming. You sweetly wanted me to have a place I could sleep when I visited town, and I'd since taken you up on it once. Sadly, that time you had been out of town on business for the weekend, so I arranged to leave you a new vase with a dozen red roses for your hospitality, for you to discover when you arrived back not a full day after my departure.
Today was different. I'd had a business trip to a city about three hours off, and had stayed there overnight in a cheap motel with no such thing as a non-smoking room, despite my wishes. The negotiations were expected to take days, and I had no obligations back home until next week. However, the new clients were unbelievably eager to sign on, so my business was finished in a few hours, leaving me to stay the one night in the stale tobacco-scented room, wondering what to do.
The next morning, I knew. I had to come see you. I left that town by nine and had been to your place by noon. The drive flew by as I recalled the gentle ring of your laughter, the total seduction you could contain in a wink, the way your body would sway with flexibility and grace in every footstep. It had been some time since I had spent sweet, precious hours testing that flexibility while fulfilling one of your seductions. Our friendship was so very special- we could spend all night talking about anything, and feel fulfilled and connected very intimately. Indeed, it was this closeness that led to the first time we'd decided to explore the intimacy of the flesh those few years ago.
I truly didn't care if we talked, had tea, watched movies or made love together- I just needed to be with you. When I walked in, I was worried that you weren't home again. I called out a greeting which echoed back at me. I ventured by the large glass doors, and paused in the shadows of the kitchen as I saw you. I stood there, watching you.
Your feet were bare, toes dug into the earth of your garden. As I watched, it began to rain, and the sun that inspired you to wear your large-rimmed reed-woven hat vanished. You removed the hat, tossing it with ease into the nearby shed to protect it from the water. You wore a shirt that was pulled taut over your succulent breasts by the knot you'd tied it in, just under them, the sleeves rolled up your arms to let the heat of the day blow off of them with the soft breeze. Your cutoff jean shorts were stained with dirt, and completely helpless to stop the rich, firm curves of your hips and ass from bestowing the lordship of my senses to my desire for you. The perfect sheen of glistening skin covering worked muscles was marred by earth smudges and coloring, hiding the glory of your flesh despite your being barely dressed.
As the water continued coming down, you took advantage of the privacy of your yard and decided to remove your soaked shirt. The knot, swollen with rain, took more effort than you had expected, and as it gave, the precarious crouch you were in collapsed backwards, landing you on the green lawn, laughing so beautifully as your hair mimicked the wide splay of your shirt, your breasts bouncing with the impact and then the giggles as your nipples stiffened under the cool water. Those newly-exposed orbs, perfect and clean by comparison to your stained belly, thighs, arms and face, took my breath away. More, they inspired me to action.
