It was another gorgeous day, and I had decided to go outside and do some garden maintenance. Our lawns are on a split level as the property slopes away from the street. I typically mow the lawns every two weeks during the summer as the grass proliferates.
There are some days that I love getting out of the house. My wife hates gardening, so I find this a refuge after we have had an argument. Today was no different. I can't even remember what we were fighting about - I just needed to get out of the house and away from the conflict.
It was a hot day, and I removed my shirt as I mowed the lower lawn. I was wearing some old shorts and work boots. I always wear ear defenders when using power tools. My ear defenders have a built-in radio, and I love listening to rock music from the 1960s and 70s.
I didn't know who long she had been working close to our fence, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the neighbour's daughter in the garden next door. Most of our lower lawn was hidden from view, but some parts overlooked our neighbour's property.
I gazed at the neighbour's daughter as she attended to some gardening. She was wearing a tight crop top and these ridiculously high-cut daisy-duke styled shorts. She bent over to put some clippings in her garden bucket. 'Oh, fuck!' I thought as I could see her wonderfully smooth arse cheeks as the crotch of her shorts rode up between her legs.
She turned around and caught me staring at her. She waved at me. 'Hi Mr Peterson,' she said with a captivating smile.
'Hi. Um . . . Rose,' I replied as I remembered her name, just in time! 'My, you've . . . grown up,' I stuttered.
'Thank you, Mr Peterson,' Rose replied. 'You're looking good, too,' she added as if she could read my mind.
Rose had beautiful, fair skin which looked lovely in contrast to her white top. It took all my strength and will power not to stare at her wonderfully firm tits. Rose's nipples were nice and hard, and they stood out from the lycra of her short crop top. The neckline of Rose's crop top had a low-cut V, and it showed off her impressive cleavage.
'When did you get home,' I asked.
'I am on term break,' Rose replied. 'I've got four weeks off uni.'
'What are you studying,' I asked as I tried to discreetly study her gorgeous, trim figure.
'I'm studying horticulture,' said Rose as she leant over to clip another bud off one of the plants she was tiding up.
'Well I must get on with my lawns,' I replied. I got a fabulous opportunity to look at Rose's figure up close, as she bent down to pick up her bucket.
'Well it's nice meeting you, Mr Peterson,' said Rose in her sing-song voice. 'Let me know if you need any help in your garden,' she added as she walked away.
After I had put the lawnmower away and tidied up all the garden tools, I knew I needed a shower to get cleaned up. My wife had just gone out shopping, so I knew I would be alone for a few hours. She had taken our seven-year-old son with her.
Seeing the neighbour's daughter had made me realise how my life had become so lonely. Once upon a time, I regularly shaved all my chest hair off, and I also manscaped my pubs. For some reason, I decided to do this today. I knew I had plenty of time, and I always felt good to make myself look good.