Over the next couple days things were pretty mellow around the house. Up early, getting in a couple hours in our respective work offices, then a workout upstairs or some sort of activity outside, either a long walk or work in the yard. Jill was really putting in the effort with her garden at the far end and it was starting to paying off. Beautiful flowers and some vegetables, enough to be able to use for her little get together the following day.
I was in the kitchen getting a head start on some of the dishes I was going to serve rather than try to do it with Nicole around the next day. Jill walked by carrying a load of laundry. I noticed she was wearing her anklet. When she came out of the laundry room and walked by me again we exchanged friendly smiles. We did again moments later when she headed out back to work in the garden. I watched her out the window. It wasn't too bright out so she wasn't wearing her large floppy hat, but she did have sunglasses on, her hair held up in a messy bun with what looked like a couple of chopsticks. She was wearing a light blue checkered button down shirt tucked into some cut off jean shorts, and little boat sneakers with no socks on. And the anklet.
As she walked to the other end of the yard she was pushing a wheelbarrow full of tools and bags of soil and mulch. It was loaded pretty good so she had to muscle it over there, taking large determined steps. I found I was pressing my crotch up against the counter as I watched. There was stuff in the oven that still needed a few minutes. So I just watched Jill until it was done. As soon as it was I wrapped it up and put it in the fridge along with the rest of what I'd been able to prepare a day in advance, then headed outside with a glass of ice water for Jill.
She was pulling weeds and as I approached she looked up at me and smiled.
"Oh, thanks you didn't have to do that, honey?" she said, standing up and removing her sunglasses to wipe her brow.
I didn't say anything, just watched as she downed a few gulps.
"Mm'ahhh!... That hit the spot! Thanks!"
I reached for the glass and Jill handed it to me. As soon as she did I took a sip and tossed it aside without breaking eye contact. She watched me do this, not sure of what to make of it as she looked back at me. She followed my gaze down to her feet. As she was looking back up I was already closing in on her. I took her sunglasses off and flicked them aside. She reached up in time to place her hands against my chest as I leaned forward and began kissing her.
"Mmph...Louis- Oh!Mmph, honey..." was her muffled response against my mouth as I walked her backward up against the fence behind her. She hit it with a muffled "Mmph!", kissing me back and doing her best to help me as I hurriedly untucked her shirt. As soon as it was I scoot her bra up and took hold of one breast, pulling on her nipple. "Oh!" she exclaimed. Then I reached down with my other hand and began undoing her shorts, kissing her neck as I did.
"I noticed this time," I huffed against her as I yanked her shorts and down, then undid mine and let them fall.
"H'oh Godddd," Jill moaned in a breathy voice.
"Get out of these," I told her while biting and kissing her neck and ear.
Jill frantically stepped out of her shorts and panties. I lift up her leg and entered her in one move. She immediately hooked an arm around my neck. I took long slow strokes up into her, the only sound being our heated and breathy exhaling with our cheeks pressed together. Jill was clenching and clawing at my back as I took her, moaning "Oh yes" throughout. I wasn't in it for her, but that didn't stop her from cuming anyway as I fucked her faster and faster. I reached down and pulled both her legs up. She wrapped them tight around my waist as I drove my orgasm up into her, fucking her up against the fence until I was done.
When I finished Jill slid from my arms, holding onto me for balance as we stood panting at each other. Jill and I enjoyed a spontaneous sex life, but after the past couple weeks, seeing the anklet was too much.
"Are..." she swallowed, "...are you gonna do that every time you see me wear this?" she asked, her shoulders rising and falling as she looked up at me.
"Maybe," I said, huffing my breath in and out.
Jill blinked up at me.
"Okay," she said, her expression dead serious.
"You got those?" I said, glancing down at her clothes as I buckled up my shorts.
"Yeah," she said, still panting. She reached up and kissed me, holding it for a moment.
"Okay," I said, and walked over to wear I'd thrown the glass. "You need a refill?"
"Of what?" she asked, chuckling with a look of disbelief.
"Maybe later?" I grinned.
"Maybe later," she said, smiling back. "Did you see where my-...ohp, I got 'em," she said, reaching down and picking up her sunglasses. She put them on, lopsided. "This is how I feel," she said, grinning at me. "Like the whirlwind just swept through."
"It did," I said with a wink.
"Ha. It did indeed," she grinned. "Am I gonna be able to get the rest of this done now?" she asked, surveying the garden.
"I'll leave you alone for now."
"For now?"
"For now."
"Promise?"
"Maybe."
Later that afternoon we spent a few unplanned hours in Jill's office going over some of her work from that morning. As it turned out she'd discovered a need for some last minute editing from me, which we did as she retyped everything over again. It was tedious but necessary in order to be free all the next day like we thought she'd be. As a reward, mostly for that, but also, she later teased, for noticing the anklet this time, she wanted to treat me to dinner. This was nice for obvious reasons, but also because I'd already spent most of the day in the kitchen.
It was a good time. Jill drove, and she took me to a high-end steakhouse downtown. And the best part was she was in really good spirits and showering me with attention. She even cut my fillet mignon, and reveled in feeding me the first bite from across the little table we shared. She surprised me further by reaching over again, using her own napkin to deftly wipe the corner of my mouth. I paused, holding up my hands as we shared a knowing look.
"Why do you like doing that so much?" I asked, holding in a smile.
"I can't tell you that. It's a secret," she said as we both started cracking up. "No...I dunno. I just like to. It makes me feel good."
"Well I like that you don't give a damn and will even do it in public," I said, beaming at her.
"I'm happy to do it in public. I don't care what anybody thinks."
As I went to grab some bread, Jill beat me to it, buttering it and then holding it up for me to take a bite. We ate in silence for a few moments, trading glances and knowing looks.
"This is pretty romantic," I said, smiling as I chewed.
She refreshed my glass of wine, then hers.
"Do you feel like you're being romanced?" she asked, taking a sip.
"I do...I do. And pampered. And I think I like it."
Jill put her elbow on the table and propped her chin on her palm, grinning at me.
"I think I'm so in love with you I could burst," she said, rolling her eyes up for emphasis.
A sudden rush of warmth overtook me and I felt flush. It must have showed because Jill scrunched her nose up with a cute little grin as she looked at me.
I was feeling quite charmed by her behavior.
"You're gonna give me goosebumps," I said, unable to check my grin.
"Am I?" she asked, taking on a more seductive look in her eye.
