Aroma Therapy
I pulled up to my house after an afternoon of running errands. It was a Friday and the first day of a four-day break from my shifts as a firefighter. As I parked in the driveway, I saw my neighbor Jan holding a shovel and standing in one of the flower beds in front of her house. It was easy to see from her appearance that she had been working hard for a while.
I gave her a quick wave; she returned it before getting back to the task she had been working on before. I gathered up the bags on the back seat of my truck and brought them into my house. I realized I had left a water bottle in my truck and went back out to get it.
When I got to my truck, I could see Jan bent at the waist doing something with a bush in her yard. Seeing her caused a small stir in me which never failed to surprise me a little. Her body was best described as pear shaped and the bottom of the pear was a large ass on top of some very thick thighs. Her stomach had a decent paunch. The lower part of body did support some large boob. She was definitely what would be considered a BBW.
Her face was cute or even pretty. She had large blue eyes and a warm and attractive smile that was very friendly. Her hair was blonde and cut short which is why I would say she leaned towards cute instead of beautiful. I didn't really have a thing for larger girls, but I found her attractive and seeing her would occasionally cause me to be turned on.
I think one of the reasons she sometimes aroused me is I mostly saw her in light grey cotton athletic cut shorts that would stretch tight over her ass, especially when she bent at the waist. They were tight enough that I could make out the outline of the top of the thongs she wore under them. Her sweat would cause dark patches on the shorts, and it made think about what was happening to her panties as she worked in the yard.
She usually wore tight white tank tops over top of a colored sports bra. Even with the sports bra, the cut of the tank top would show her impressive cleavage. It was obvious that her breasts were being held down tight by the sports bra. I found myself imaging what her tits would look like unrestrained and uncovered.
As I was getting my water bottle, I heard her doing some cussing. It was both funny and a touch erotic as she let loose with the word fuck. My wife had removed that word from her vocabulary a few years ago which resulted in making me enjoy hearing it said by woman. I walked over to her.
"Having fun?" I said with a laugh.
"Yes. Can you tell? I thought a little digging and these bushes would come right out. Looks like I was wrong. The roots are deeper and larger than I thought. This is going to be a pain in my ass." She responded.
Her tone and facial expression showed she was very agitated. She was also a little apprehensive, or nervous, talking to me. I moved closer and took a look. The base was fairly sizeable and looked like you could get something wrapped around it.
"Want to see if I can pull them out with the winch on my Jeep?" I asked.
"Yea, I guess. Do you think that will work? It won't be too much trouble for you, will it?" She was still a little on edge.
"No... plus it gives me an excuse to play with it and use it." I told her.
"I am not sure you should do that out in public." She laughed and stopped suddenly as her face reddened.
I laughed and headed back to the house to get my keys. She had been friends with both my wife Christine and me. It was a little odd that Jan and I were close, and that her husband Ron, and Christine were close. I think for Jan and me, it was because we both loved working outside on our yards and landscaping. When Christine had left me suddenly seven months ago Jan had become what could only be considered stand-offish to me. I wasn't sure what my wife had told her.
I grabbed my keys and jumped into my Jeep which was in the garage. I was hoping that by giving Jan a hand with the bush we could get back onto good terms. I backed out and then pulled into her driveway, parking so I would have a straight angle for the winch to the bush. I grabbed a bag out of the back and carried it over to the bush and took a big loop of webbing out and wrapping it around the bush.
Jan kneeled down and helped make sure it was tight on the base. Leaning over she gave me a great view down the front of her shirt. I did my best not to stare but I think she caught me. I stood up and went and pulled the winch line to it. As I walked back to her, I now had a great view of her big wide ass and felt a stirring in my shorts.
I clipped the winch to the webbing and went back and plugged the wire for the controller into the winch and started its pull. There was slight hesitation as all the tension on the winch line was taken out and the bush started to slowly pull out of the ground. I was able to completely pull it out and stopped before getting it to her grass.
Jan gave me a big smile and I was surprised at how much I liked seeing it again. She had one of those smiles that just made you feel good, and I am not sure if I had seen it since the separation from my wife.
We repeated the process for two more bushes. I helped her drag them over to the drive way and she told me that they would throw them in her husband's truck when he got home from work. I had finished my water bottle and she asked if would like another one. I said yes and she came out with one for each of us.
"Thank you for helping with that. It would have taken me hours, probably a couple days actually, to dig those out." Jan said.
"You're welcome. Glad I could help. Although I doubt you will take the opportunity rest, you will just find another project to work on." I smiled at her.
"Probably. You know I am like you. I am not good at being idle or taking it easy." She laughed.
"Can I ask you a question?" I said nervously.
"Sure. Do I have to answer it?" She said it as a joke, but I felt like there was some truth to her question.
"No... not if it makes you uncomfortable. Did Christine tell you why she left me?"
"I thought that might be what you were going to ask me. Honestly, I don't want to be in the middle, but I also realize that I never have asked your side and I haven't heard from her since she left. That probably isn't fair to you and if she is out of my life I won't be in the middle."
She stopped and took a drink of water. Then after taking a deep breath, she continued.
"She told me that she found out you were a pervert and that I needed to be careful around you." She frowned at me.
"Oh... that was it. Just that I am pervert... she didn't explain why she thought that or what she meant by it?" I asked tentatively.
"Nope. Just that... I wasn't sure what to do with that information but put yourself in my shoes after hearing that and knowing she moved out, seemingly very suddenly. I made me think of some very bad possibilities." It was her turn to be nervous.
"I understand... I can promise you it isn't that bad. I would call it more of a kink, or a fetish, than a perversion. Nothing non-consensual, or involving kids, or animals. In fact, it something that... I do by myself, no one else is involved... at least directly." I responded.
