She stood at the kitchen window, watching him. He was tearing down some bushes so she could extend her garden. He had been at it for a while. It was a hot day and he had been in the yard for most of it. She helped with what she could, but now stood watching him.

Her breathing quickened as she admired him. He was wearing jeans that hung nicely on his hips. A loose Old Navyshirt that was splattered with paint from the kitchen remodel and now had smears of soil and grass. His jawline clenched as he clipped and cut down the bush. Sweat dripped from his brow and he wiped his forehead with the back of his gloves. The leather workgloves that she bought him for Christmas two years ago. They were well worn in. His sinewy arms were still tan from the vacation he returned from last week. She could see the dampness in his skin from the humidity in the air. His forearms flexed as he worked, pulling and whacking at the bush.

She bought him the gloves, thinking only how sexy he would look wearing them- working, sweating. She was right. Something about his strong hands covered in the thick leather. She always found that so sexy- a hard workin man like that. She shook off the thought for the moment and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and popped the cap off. He was almost done and he surely deserved something nice for all his hard work. She opened the back patio just as he pulled the remainder of the bush from the ground. He threw it to the side and wiped his brow once more. His chest heaving from the completion of the task- he smiled as she handed him the beer.

“Thank you Jack,” she said, “It would have cost a fortune to have that removed professionally.”

“No prob, B.” he said, “Josh told me it was going to be a bitch to remove so I was prepared for it.”

She reached forward and grabbed his gloved hand, “These are workin out for you then?” she asked of the gloves. Her eyes slowly followed the fingertips of the gloves- up over his forearms and up over his triceps to the edge of his sleeve. His skin was smudged with dirt and sweat.

“Oh they are great,” he said not pulling his hand away from her. He watched her eyes as they moved over his arm, across his shoulders and chest. She was still young looking and energetic, sexy. She was dressed in denim shorts and a tshirt that pulled tight over her full breasts. He noticed the way the shirt dipped down into her cleavage and felt his cock throb. He pulled his hand away quickly and took another long drink before setting the bottle on the ground.

She pressed the cold glass up against her neck to cool her off. It was completely unsuitable to be looking at Jack this way. She was her twin brothers best friend and she’d known him since they were kids. They’d gone on vacations, spent summers together. He was there the first time she got drunk. But yet, he had grown up different than the boy she grew up with. They weren’t kids anymore. Maybe this was a long time coming. She could tell by his stare that he was reading her mind.

“Jack,” she took a step forward, “I can’t thank you enough.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek slowly. Letting her lips press gently against his face, low on his cheek, so that the corner of her lip touched the corner of his. She lingered there, resting her hand on his shoulder. She turned her face towards his ear and whispered, “but I can try.”

She pulled her face away and looked into his eyes. He was covered in sweat and soil. His dark brown eyes were soft and wide and for the first time he look at her differently. She wasn’t Josh’s sister, B. She was grown up, sexy, and wanting. He leaned in and kissed her once, thier lips touching gently at first, and then a little stronger. She put her hands on his wrists and led him away. He followed her through the gate to the side of her house. She tossed her drink in the trash can and pressed her back against the wall pulling her in towards him.

She kissed him hard, tasting his lips as she put her arms around his shoulders and felt his hands, thick gloved hands, at her waist. He smelled of grass, fresh soil and clean sweat, and perhaps a hint of cologne. His lips were strong and his tounge was soft and thin. His hands moved up the back of her shirt and she felt the rough gloves move up over her back. They made her feel very small and feminine. Made her blood rush. She lifted her tshirt over her head and he went to remove the gloves.

“No,” she said, stopping him. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, “Keep them on.”

to be continued…