Gail was your typical middle age nosy next door neighbor. Always coming around to fill me in on the latest gossip in our small community. Gail was married, she was average looking. Long haired brunette, nice tits, and a nice body for a 43 year old. She was married to a construction contractor, who was away from home at times. She was definitely the classic gossip queen in town.
I had just gotten divorced, so Gail pretty much avoided me for awhile. Caught me cutting my lawn one day and asked how I was doing and such. Was actually a nice conversation coming from her. I expected more gossipy type stuff about myself and my divorce.
As fate would have it, she came over about a month later and was telling me about her husband cheating on her with some younger woman her did a building job for. I tried my best to console her, as she was crying and shaking badly. She couldn't leave him, because she depended on him to take care of her. But, she was none the less pissed off at him for cheating. She and her husband separated for a while to work things out.
Showering one evening, I had just started drying myself off, when someone was knocking on my door. Quickly, I threw a towel around me and answered the back door. There stood Gail, with an alcoholic beverage of some kind in her hand. She had been drinking. I answered the door.
"Hi Gail, everything okay?"
Gail smiling, "Oh John, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt shower time, I can come back later."
"It's alright Gail, come on in, what's on your mind"?
"Listen, I just wanted to come over and vent about that bastard hubby of mine, god I hate that son of a bitch."
John chuckled, "Alright, come on in, have a seat in the living room. Can I get you anything?"
"Nope, got what I need right here," shoving her drink in my face.
Gail walked in, making herself at home on the couch. I sit on the coffee table listening to her berate about her soon to be ex husband. On and on she went, I listened, just being a nice neighbor giving her an ear to fill. After a slight break from her non-stop mouth. I told her I would right back as I wanted a beer myself.
I walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door grabbing a cold one. As I did, my towel covering my nakedness slid off me. I quietly said, "Whoops, hope Gail didn't see that." But knowing she did because my fridge is visible from the couch. I returned to the coffee table telling Gail I'm back.
"That was quite a show you gave me in the kitchen."
Embarrassed, I said sorry, didn't mean too.