It was last spring when I first meet Sandra; she lived about an hour away in a neighboring state. My husband, Rick, and I had gone with our church to help fix up an old widow's home. Sandra attended our sister church and they had also joined us. We had only been at the house a few minutes when their bus pulled up. I remember the moment I first saw Sandra; she came down the bus steps and I could not help watching her long legs. I followed them up to her hips and up her torso. I found myself pausing for a bit when I reached her breasts, but continued up to the face of an angel.
When I realized she was looking at me stare at her, I became flush with embarrassment and quickly looked away. I was a little shocked that I had just checked out a woman and even more surprised when I noticed the moisture gathering in my panties. I had not looked at another female before with desire and here I was checking out a woman at a church function.
I was snapped back to reality when the preacher called for our attention. He gave us assignments and encouragement and after a quick prayer to bless our efforts, we jumped into action. The men had the tasks of rebuilding the shed, trimming the bushes and trees, and mowing the yard. Some women headed into the garden to weed, pick, and tidy it up. The rest of the girls, including Sandra and myself, headed inside to clean, scrub, and paint.
I watched Sandra several times that morning as we worked in the house. Her South American features captured me and I could not keep my eyes or my mind off of her. Her long, curly, nearly black hair, her long sleek legs her small tight stomach and her overall fitness held me in a state of lust. I could not concentrate when she was near me and I could not believe how much I was acting like a schoolgirl again.
Sandra was about five years younger than I and I thought back to when I got married. I am still very fit. I use the aerobics, weights and pool at the local gym. My 36DD look very huge on my small frame and 26 inch waist and 34 inch hips still fit nicely into my tight jeans. I am only five foot four but when I put on heals I still turn quite a few heads.
Rick and I had been married for nearly ten years now and we had settled in to a nice routine. Our modest house and two cars meet our needs sufficiently. Rick is a very loving husband. He is of average build but has strong arms. He has kept fit playing softball in the church league and running a few times a week. When we make love it is enjoyable and his seven-inch member does a lot to satisfy me, but we have gotten into quite a routine in bed as well, almost a predictable rut.
I looked out the window I was cleaning and there he was up a ladder trimming a branch with the chainsaw. I smiled knowing that he was mine, but I also knew I needed more. I often wondered if he was truly happy with our love life, or if he too was feeling like we were in a rut.
All this and thoughts of Sandra were swirling in my head when I tripped over a mop bucket. I landed chest first in the water that spilled out of the bucket covering the floor. Sandra was right there quickly lending me a hand up. She noticed my wet shirt and gave me the towel she had. A couple other ladies were quick to help mop up the water, and after assuring them that I was okay, I sat down on a chair in the kitchen.
Sandra walked with me and as I sat there, she took the towel and began blotting the water from my blouse. She was looking into my eyes and I into hers as she pushed and kneaded my chest. She removed the towel and I looked down to find that my blouse was almost invisible and my erect nipples stood out like pencil erasers from my breasts. I grabbed the towel back and held over my chest.
For the next half an hour I mostly hid in pantry cleaning the shelves and letting my top dry. The house had become fairly quite when I herd the preacher call out that it was lunchtime. I looked down at my chest and my blouse was now mostly dry and the sheerness of now masked, so I headed outside to join the others.
Sandra and I sat together on the porch steps as we ate and we started with the usual polite conversation stuff. But by the end of lunch we had talked about a lot, maybe even too much. We were giggling and going on and on, but in my mind I could not keep out the thoughts of desire for her. I was afraid to let on how much I wanted her, but it was all that I could think about.
After lunch, Sandra and I began doing our tasks together and we chatted a lot as we cleaned. We were cleaning the bathroom and as I was washing the sink, Sandra was cleaning out the tub while she was telling me about her career in advertising. I looked and saw her bent over the tub. Her legs were spread and her ass swaying lewdly as she scrubbed the tile. I found myself mesmerized by the movement of her ass and I was wondering just how tight her butt was underneath her jeans.
It felt like ages went by but it was only several seconds, when I noticed that I had stopped cleaning and she had stopped talking. I was still staring at her ass, but it was no longer dancing in front of me but had stopped. I looked up and over her shoulder I saw a small mirror was on the tile wall and in it was her angelic face again, looking right at me.
Again I turned red, embarrassed that I was caught starting at her ass and that I was having these feelings and desires for another woman, but I still watched the face in the mirror as she stared back at me. She smiled and I smiled back. Then she returned to her work and I returned to the sink.
The afternoon was getting late and all the tasks were nearly all finished. We gathered on the front porch waiting for everyone else to join us. Everyone was talking about a new restaurant in a nearby town and we decided that we would all head there for dinner. Sandra asked Rick if she could ride with us to the restaurant and he agreed.
Soon we were sitting in the cool of the air-conditioned restaurant and Sandra, Rick and I ended up at a table by ourselves, but next to the group. Sandra and I spent the whole time learning about each other. She lived alone and had a very nice house, and her job involved a lot of travel. She often gets to travel to foreign places and does very well for herself. Dinner passed too quickly and soon it was time for her group to leave. Before they left, Sandra and I exchanged phone numbers and promised to call each other.
On the drive home I was thinking about the time I had spent with Sandra as Rich was talking about the work they had done on the shed. I realized that I was no longer paying attention to him when I noticed that there was along pause. I looked over at Rick and he was looking at me waiting for an answer. I confessed that I had not heard his question, but I blamed it on the beautiful sunset on display in front of us. He began laughing and when I looked puzzled, he told that he had just asked if I thought the sunset was beautiful tonight.
The rest of our ride home passed quickly and uneventful and we hit the shower immediately. We helped each other off with our clothes and Rick was very playful. He was obviously someone excited after our long day out side, and when I asked him what had gotten into him, her replied that he just enjoyed the day.
