NAUGHTY NEIGHBOUR FICTION
Strawberry Garden
It’s just neighbourly to share your fruit
I mean I know they are like ripe fruit. Big and pendulous, they swing nicely when I go without a bra. They were a little more firm when I was younger but they get more attention now. Hubby says they resemble two bald men kissing when I wear a bra and I do like to leave the first few buttons of my blouse undone. You know, show off my assets.
Today is definitely a two bald men day even though I’m in the strawberry patch picking the first of the crop. I’ve got my head down but I can feel eyes on me. Someone is eying up the chaps.
When I look up there is a hunk looking at me over the fence. Must be our new neighbour. I would not mind him fondling my fruit and a few other things as well.
“Hi,” I say, “Do you like them?
I bite into a strawberry trying to look as sexy as possible.
“I certainly do,” he smiles. “Very large and succulent.”
“They’re ripe and ready for picking,” I flutter my eyelashes at him.
Now hubby does not mind me going off piste occasionally providing I always come back onto the slope and this guy is definitely worth a little cross-country jaunt. Big muscles that fill the arms of his tee…
