Our garden grows on with the special love and attention Karen has given it, when we went on vacation Bill the neighbor quickly offered to water it for us. Bill and Wanda had moved in several years ago and we had become fast friends, Bill was retired at sixty, and Wanda was fifteen years his junior and worked in town. She is pretty close to Karen and my age, so a natural friendship bond has formed.
The way Bill volunteered I'm sure he has enjoyed the weed pulling entertainment as much as I have (see Garden Party). And he did water it well, but after two weeks it was full of weeds. I went off to work that night hoping to get up in time to see her "show" I was sure Bill would be there too, I couldn't prove it but I'd bet he planted weeds while we were gone. I slept lousy the next day, every noise I woke up to see if she was weeding yet, until finally she sent the kids to Grandma's and headed out to her garden.
I slipped upstairs to watch her, diligently she tackled her objective the July heat was well into the nineties closing in on a hundred as she worked her way across the garden the sweat loading down her white tank top. Until at last the moment I had waited for Karen sat back and lifted her shirt to wipe the sweat off her face, exposing her 42DD breasts to the world, and as I expected to Bill our neighbor. Now Karen's breasts are large round and have dropped a bit since college but she is still something to look at. And Bill had taken his spot behind the back deck at his house, but as the corn grew in the garden it was impeding his view. He was stretched out past the end of his deck in almost plain site and he knew it. "You horny old bastard now what are you going to do?" I thought to myself. Then I grabbed a drink and slipped out to the garage for my binoculars and a better view.
Bill nearly got caught a couple times and the fourth time she removed her shirt and wiped off her entire upper torso he laid on the grass not moving for nearly two minutes while she studied the figure on the ground a hundred yards away. What would she do if she figured out it was Bill? Would she run screaming? just run? or ignore him? Finally she put her shirt on, gave the figure lying on the ground a glance over her shoulder and went back to work. Bill pulled himself back to the shelter of his deck, looking frustrated; it was exciting to watch this man as he tried to watch my wife. As I've said before our house is out in the country, and I have planted trees around much of it so the only place you can really see into our back yard and garden is from the neighbor's and the corn now blocks much of that view.
Karen worked her way back to the end of the garden and looked to where Bill had been lying and smiled, the body was no longer lying there, she had seen him. Quickly she acted as if nothing had happened lifting her shirt to wipe the sweat revealing those magnificent breasts. Bill looked from his "safe" location hardly able to see until, and I couldn't believe it, she stood up and removed her shirt. She had to know Bill was watching, then she walked to where he had a clear view and hung it on the fence. Then arching like a cat, her breasts thrust out in his direction, did a couple leg stretches and went back to work topless. Now topless from my vantagepoint was great, but from where Bill was it just drove him nuts being unable to see. Then he disappeared around his house, I watched to see if he would return.
