(Note: Hello readers. This is first attempt at this type of story. I tried to just let it flow. Please let me know what you think. Maybe I will continue the stream. And always, thanks to my editor. :) Thanks Kim!)
Laura was out in the yard immersing herself in the fabulous spring day. It was warm and she had on loose working shorts, a T-shirt, and tennies. She hadn't a care in the world, just working in her flower beds and enjoying the fragrances and the breeze. She could feel the breeze blowing inside her shorts and cooling the sweat on her pussy. It felt good. She began to get that randy feeling she knew so well.
She shook her head and suppressed that thought and was about half way done with the planting she had planned for the day when she heard noises from the garage next door. She didn't look up, but she suspected it was that woman she disliked. Laura had never had an opportunity to chat with her, the husband or the daughter. Actually, she never made the opportunity. You see, there was a bit of a legal scuffle between them when they were building their respective houses. It was totally un-called for if you would have asked Laura. Lawyers were called. It was messy. Laura ignored the activity over there, as usual, and turned her focus back to her flowers.
Laura heard someone coming around the corner. Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw Dianne walking down toward her own backyard. Dianne was a strong woman. She was almost six feet tall and all, well mostly, muscle. She was almost Amazonian! She had shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. Like usual, she was wearing sweats pants and a tight T-shirt. She had sturdy hips and modest breasts. The primary feature that Laura always noticed was that this woman never smiled! Ever. Suddenly, Laura heard a grunt and a scream and saw flash of motion. She turned in time to see her neighbor stumble, fall and drop a tray of flowers she must have been carrying. Laura instinctively jumped up and ran to her.
"Are you alright?"
"Yea, just embarrassed."
In spite of her dislike for the woman, Laura began picking up and straightening the plants, even attempting to scrape up spilled potting soil and put it back in the pots. Laura didn't notice that her efforts were taking Dianne completely by surprise. You see, Dianne had also thought the legal scuffle was quite un-called for and had held a grudge against Laura. However, Dianne thought, it was primarily her husband's doing. She still thought she didn't want Laura helping her though, not sure why. Dianne immediately grabbed for the tray, startling Laura. Then, realizing her rudeness, she apologized.
"I'm sorry... Laura, right? I was just caught off-guard."
"No worries. Um, just wanted to help."
Then both woman turned and went about their activities without another thought... apparently. Dianne thought how sweet of her to help so generously. Laura was thinking that her neighbor didn't seem so bad at all. They both worked in their respective yards, staying in view of each other. Laura finished with all the plants she had, stood up and began gathering her tools. Although Dianne was nowhere near done, she stood up as well, walking toward Laura.
"I want to thank you again for helping out there. It was very kind. You are very kind."
"You're welcome. That's what neighbors are for, right?"
"Right. May I thank you with a glass of tea?" "Um, sure." Laura was actually surprised with the friendliness.
"Great, follow me."
And with that, Dianne turned, walked into her house, through her garage with Laura obediently following. Laura never thought she would enter this house, let alone be invited in! It was a beautiful home, much larger than hers and almost extravagantly furnished. The kitchen was enormous, dark cherry cabinets and granite countertops. It would have felt quite dark except for the fact that there huge windows with a southerly exposure facing the timber they had in common behind the property. It was an incredible room. Dianne went directly to the frig and pulled out a pitcher of iced tea asking Laura to get a couple of glasses.
"Laura, would mind getting two glasses from the upper cabinet left of the sink? Thanks."
"Sure thing."
As she opened the cabinet door, several dishes and cups crashed out onto Laura. Laura gasped and tried her best to "catch" all of them with her hands, arms and upper body.
"Help!!!" Laura yelped half playfully. Dianne rushed over to help, scolding her daughters as she did.
"Sorry, I guess I haven't taught my daughters how to properly put away dishes."
While Laura precariously balanced the dishes, Dianne was hurrying to grab them as quickly as possible and put them on the counter. In all the commotion, Dianne 'accidently' grabbed Laura's boob instead of a cup! Then her other hand grabbed my other boob. But it didn't stop there. She started squeezing. Hard. And actually pinching my nipples underneath my bra!
"Ouch! What are you doing?"
"Oh! Sorry," Dianne said quite calmly.
But she was still squeezing and pinching for awhile (probably just a couple seconds) after apologizing. The rough squeezing and pinching turned into gentle cupping.
"No worries," Laura responded in a confused voice; wondering what had just happened. Both women were obviously shaken by the event. But they weren't moving. They were just looking at each other. Laura continued to balance the remaining dishes and Dianne's hand was still cupping Laura's breast.
"Um... the dishes?" Laura queried.
"Oh... yea..." Dianne feigned embarrassment and quickly released her grip and took the remaining dishes.
Laura was visibly embarrassed, small talk ensued. During the conversation, Laura realized her nipple was tingling and Dianne was imagining the breast she had held. Time seemed to fly by. The sun was lowering in the sky and was getting dusky. If you had asked either woman what they had talked about, neither could have been very specific. There was, however, an air of... tension still present.
"Thanks again for your help out there."
"My pleasure. Neighbors, right?"
"Yep! I am surprised that we haven't "met" before today."
"Really? I think the attorneys and the threats of litigation mitigated conversation, don't you?" Laura posed.
"Guess you're right. Too bad. But I think we have made up for lost time, don't you?"
"Indubitably!"
