Twenty five year old Jillian was able to retain the house after her divorce. Six months of legal wrangling was finally over and now she could finally get on with life. Boredom was the rule of thumb so she kept herself busy by doing yard work and fix it jobs around the house. The only genuine relief from her loneliness was neighborly chit-chats with her next door neighbor Candy. Candy would bake Jillian cookies, lend an ear, and offer her own homespun middle aged wisdom. But it was Candy's frank discussions about men and sex that kept conversation, shall we say, interesting. Coming from another divorcee Jillian would listen raptly.
Jillian was raking leaves on the side of her house. The crisp October air allowed Jillian to put on her favorite worn out blue jeans. The pair that snuggly fit around her thirtysix inch hips. The very same pair her ex liked because they produced a slight camel toe in her crotch. Jillian loved the pressure they created when she'd kneel down to pick up the dead leaves. Her bare nipples rubbing against her v-neck sweater as she raked didn't hurt either. Fantasies of this and that would drift in and out of her furtive imagination as the rhythm of her work lulled her. Jillian was in the middle of her bad biker chick fantasy when she absently stared into Candy's bedroom window.
Jillian was not well hidden behind the shrubs that separated her yard from Candy's. She spied the smiling Candy pacing around talking on the phone. Candy's voluptuous, mature frame was draped in a satiny beige teddy. A spaghetti strap dangling over Candy's shoulder precariously covered her buxom right breast. Jillian shamefully looked around like she would be caught spying but resumed her watch as Candy leaned against her dresser. Jillian's gaze intensified as Candy's hand slid down lifting the edge of her teddy. Candy appeared to be moaning over the phone as her hand furrowed through her bikini trimmed brown bush. Jillian came to her senses and stepped backwards slowly as not to arouse suspicion. But Jillian forgot about the wheelbarrow right behind her. The quiet morning air was suddenly disturbed with a loud clang as Jillian fell flat on her ass inside the wheelbarrow. The next thing Jillian saw as she tried to climb out was Candy staring gaped mouthed at her through the glass.
Jillian struggled with her balance finally able to stand up straight. Candy came around the house wrapped in her house coat. "Oh honey are you alright?" Candy grabbed Jillian's shoulders and gave her a quick look over. "You're not hurt are you? Jillian just shook her head to embarrassed to speak. "Come inside Honey." Candy lead Jillian inside her back door and had her sit at her kitchen table.
Pouring a cup of coffee Candy handed it to Jillian. "You don't look hurt. You scared the hell out of me. I heard you fall. Are you sure you're not hurt?"
