"Monday mornings are the worst!" Lisa thought to herself as she struggled out from under the weight of her German shepherd, Salty, whose loving kisses has just woken her.
She had just moved in to a new house of her own. At 29 she was finally getting a taste of freedom. She had moved straight from her parent's house to a house with her husband and after the divorce he had gotten the house.
Lisa got out of bed, grabbed her robe and slid it over her nightshirt. Salty was already heading toward the door. She grabbed his leash and opened the slider while attaching the leash to his collar. Then she slid the slider closed behind her.
The morning was a little chilly and the grass was wet with dew under her feet. She ran on tiptoes to the runner and attached the leash. The cold air had found its way under her robe and up her night shirt, so she quickly ran back to the door, more than ready for her morning coffee. She grabbed the slider handle and gave it a yank. It seemed stuck. She pulled it again. Damn, it shouldn't be locked she thought to herself. But pull as she could, the door wouldn't budge.
Looking around she quickly realized her situation. She ran through all the doors in her head to think if by chance one of them might be opened, or even a window. The first thing that came to mind was maybe the garage side door was open. She hadn't really used it but maybe it was unlocked. Plus it was on the side of the house, and in her current state of dress nothing in the front of the house seemed like a good idea.
She pulled her robe tighter around her as she headed around the side of the house. The door itself was old, had a glass panel, and a knob that seemed barely attached. She gripped the knob and pushed. It was locked. She twisted and put her shoulder into it hoping to pop the lock. The lock held. This time she jumped against it a little bit.
She turned around, frustrated at her inability to get inside. That's when she noticed the elderly man next door eating at his kitchen table. He was staring down at his paper. She quickly slid around the side of the house.
Had he seen her? She was just being silly. She was wearing a robe though it didn't cover as much as she would like it was still respectable. For some reason the thought of him seeing her excited her a little. After all she was in pretty good shape and when she met him last week she had found out he was a widower. It probably did him some good if he did get a glimpse.
"Maybe I should give him a show?" she thought.
Then she laughed at herself for even having that thought. Now though she realized her heart was racing with excitement at the thought. Would he even notice?
She slipped back around the corner and casually walked along the side of the garage in front of the window. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He didn't even seem to notice! She stopped half way and bent down to pick up one of Salty's toys, making a face like she was disgusted it was left on the lawn. As she bent over she let her hand fall away from her robe letting it fall open a little.
She waited a second before making an "attempt" at modesty and pulling it back closed. With a sideways glance she noticed she had won out over the morning's headlines. He was now looking at her, however he was still holding up the paper, probably thinking to look back at it if she looked over.
Her breathing was getting deeper and he body was tingling with excitement. "Gosh old girl I guess it's been a while if flashing the old man next door gets you hot, " she laughed to herself.
She noticed a toy right over by the side of the house in the bushes. With a slight grin to herself she walked over, tuned her full back to him and bent over from the waist, pulling on her robe a little so it rode up on her backside exposing her panty covered rear end to him. She straightened up and turned around slowly.
Her heart was pounding; she could feel the dew covered grass cold on her feet. Everything seemed more intense. The paper was starting to droop with inattention in his hands.
"What else could I do? "the thought screamed in her mind.
She noticed the hanging plants of her front porch. Could she head to the front corner of the house? Could he still see? People would be able to see her from the street. Did she care? No one was really out at this time of morning. She hadn't seen or heard a car since she had been out.
She walked over to the garden hose and turned it on. She made a casual, if not too effective, show of watering the side plants. Then she went around the corner and walked up on the porch. She raised the hose to the plant. Unfortunately the hose was on a little higher than she had meant and water began splashing her and tilting the plant throwing dirt all over her. She lifted her other hand, releasing her robe ,which fell open just as the plant swung back. The water from the hose bounced off the plastic planter and soaked the front of her night shirt. Surprised by suddenly being soaked she quickly lowered the hose. "
"Well you were trying to give him a show. I guess he got one old girl." She chided herself. Of course it was more like the Bozo the clown show than an erotic thriller. Laughing at her own silliness and wet and a little cold, she turned off the hose. She turned to get a glance at the window. He was still watching.
However, she decided she was done for the day. She grabbed the handle of the garage door and turned. "Damn!" she had forgotten that she had been locked out in the first place. She looked back at the window thinking of asking him for help.
