Emma was at a loose end. Her fiancée Ian had just left to play golf with friends and would not be back for hours. Saturdays used to be their special day of the week, where they would spend time together after the week's work but now recently golf seemed to take precedent.
She thought of calling her Mum or one of her girlfriends but didn't want to talk on the phone on such a nice morning. Their garden needed some attention so she decided to go out and do some work on the flower beds. Casual clothes were the order of the day: jeans, a baggy t-shirt and a pair of old pumps. Gathering her long brown hair back into a ponytail under a scruffy baseball cap. Make up wasn't required and she didn't really need to use it anyway. She had natural olive skin and a flawless complexion. Her lips were full and a deep ruby, her eyes a hazel brown. On family holidays to the Mediterranean as a teenager she was often mistaken as Spanish or Italian, with local men constantly showering her with attention. Her body combined with her pretty face meant she never wanted for admirers.
Emma and Ian lived in a terraced house along the main road in a small town. At the rear low 4 foot fences divided the well maintained gardens. No one seemed to be around outside as she started work. That was fine with her as she wasn't in the mood for conversation -- she resented being left alone at the weekend. The flower beds were a mess and needed more work than she had anticipated, after half an hour she grew bored and was going to go back inside. She noticed the patio table and chairs were still at the back of the garden where Ian had moved them a few weeks ago for a barbecue. She'd asked him to move them back a few times and was frustrated to see them still there. Taking matters into her own hands she moved one of chairs back and went back for the table. It was bulky and heavy and she struggled to lift it off the ground. Why hadn't Ian moved it as she'd asked? Growing more frustrated she started to drag it across the grass.
"Need a hand Emma?"
She stopped with a jolt and turned. It was her neighbour Dan.
Turning round she looked surprised to see him. "Oh. Hi Dan. I didn't see you there."
"Let me help," he said as he opened the connecting gate.
She checked him out as he approached. At over 6 feet 2 he was a lot taller than her five six (and Ian's five nine for that matter). On this warm summer morning he was barefooted and bare chested, wearing only a pair of shorts. She had never seen him like this before, their previous encounters had been brief conversations on the doorstep whilst either of them was either going to or coming home from work. He was tightly muscled with washboard abs, his brown hair was cropped short and he had large tattoos on each muscular forearm. His skin had an even brown tan.
"Where do you want it?" He asked as he deftly picked up the table above his head.
Sidetracked by the view of his tensed muscles holding the table aloft she just stared at him.
"The table?"
"Oh yes. The table. Um.. On the patio please. Only if you're sure."
He placed it down and came back for the chairs. She watched him intently all the time. "Really you didn't need to. I could of managed."
"I'm sure you could but I guess I can't resist a beautiful girl in distress."
Embarrassed by his tone she put her hands in her pockets nervously.
"Where's your hubby?"
"Ian? He's gone out and we're engaged not married."
"Really. Shouldn't he be doing stuff like this?"
The conversation had reached a awkward pause. She tried to fill the gap. "Would you like a drink? It's very warm."
"Thanks but I need to work this afternoon. Let me know next time you need anything lifting." Smiling he made his exit.
She checked him out as he made his way all the way back into his kitchen.
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The following Saturday again Ian went off to play golf after breakfast. As soon as he left she changed into her gardening wear although this time a more flattering tight, pink v-necked t-shirt and a pair of cut off denim shorts were chosen. Feeling stupid she chastised herself. Who was she dressing for? What did she think was going to happen? She knew perfectly well though - she'd seen Dan in a totally new light since last week. No longer the nice early 20s boy next door, nearly ten years her junior. She saw him differently now and her subconscious was influencing her.
Emma had been preoccupied all week. At first she wasn't sure why she could not focus fully in meetings at work. Or why she randomly drifted off into silent pauses whilst talking to colleagues, friends and Ian. She wasn't normally a daydreamer and kept telling everyone she was just tired. She needed an early night. Although underneath she knew exactly why she daydreamed.
Casting aside her doubts she went outside into the garden and started her chores. More than half an hour passed and no sign of Dan. Where was he? She'd noticed his car was out front. She checked herself again and knew how stupid these thoughts were. Engaged to be married next year why was she obsessing over her next door neighbour? A few more minutes passed and thirsty from working in the sun she headed back inside for a drink.
As she approached her back door she heard the handle turn and Dan's back door open. She was not prepared for what happened next.
Dan hopped out onto his patio and bent to grab the basket of washing on the ground. He was totally naked.
The noise of the door opening had attracted her attention and as she saw him she stepped back, dropping her gloves and garden shears.
"Oh no! Oh sorry! I didn't know you were outside." Words failed her. She just gawped at him taking in his naked body which he made no effort to cover up.
His body was truly magnificent bearing no comparison to Ian's puny torso and little pot belly. But it was his penis she could not take her eyes off. It dangled half way down his right leg, thick with a head like a plum. His public hair was shaved and with no chest hair he looked to her like a Roman god.
He gritted his teeth and stared at her sheepishly, making no effort to cover himself. "Sorry Emma. I was just getting my washing." He picked up his shorts and still not covering up said, "I better get changed."
She had not moved a muscle or said a word during the whole interlude.
Five minutes later he reappeared wearing shorts and a vest top. Learning over the fence he looked down on her as she tended her beds.
"I'm really sorry Emma. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that. I just didn't think -- I don't tend to wear much around the house."
Looking up at him she said, "Not to worry. Just be a bit more careful in future. Anyone could have been out here."
"I know I'm sorry. Look I feel really bad and the least I can do is offer you a drink. You know I won't take no for an answer."
Taking off her gardening gloves she stood up. Then wrinkling her nose replied, "OK. A quick drink as it's so hot." She wasn't sure why she had said yes.
They sat down at his patio table. Two glasses and a bottle of white wine chilling in a wine chiller were on the table. He opened the wine and poured them both a large glass. She sat quietly watching his preparations.
"Cheers," he said, passing her a glass.
"I shouldn't really. It's a bit early for me."
"Come on. It's the least I can do after my performance."
She half smiled and took the glass.
"A toast," he said. "To me keeping my clothes on in public."
She smiled and clinked his glass. The frostiness was disappearing.
The conversation flowed better as they drank. She accepted his offer of a second glass and then to help him finish the bottle.
As they drank he started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
Smiling at her he said, "Your face when you saw my cock earlier. You looked in shock." The word cock seemed to be a deliberate upping of the ante.
She sipped her drink.
"Was it that much of a shock?"
"What do you think?", she replied.
"Why?", he prompted.
An awkward silence ensued and she fiddled with her pony tail before finally she said looking away from him, "Um.. well it's pretty big."
"What is?" he teased, trying to pry more from her.
"You know. Your thing is pretty big."
As she talked she could not help picturing it in her mind, the thickness and length, the huge round head.
"Just pretty big. I'm offended."
"You know it's huge," she blurted back rather too quickly showing the first effects of the wine in the afternoon sun.
"Well I haven't had any complaints. You not seen a big cock before then I take it?"
She shook her head.
"Ian not blessed in that department?"
She paused to drink her wine, finishing her third glass inside an hour. Why was he picking on Ian so much?
"Not particularly but it's big enough for me."
