I looked out the window I was cleaning and there he was up a ladder trimming a branch with the chainsaw. I smiled knowing that he was mine, but I also knew I needed more. I often wondered if he was truly happy with our love life, or if he too was feeling like we were in a rut.
All this and thoughts of Sandra were swirling in my head when I tripped over a mop bucket. I landed chest first in the water that spilled out of the bucket covering the floor. Sandra was right there quickly lending me a hand up. She noticed my wet shirt and gave me the towel she had. A couple other ladies were quick to help mop up the water, and after assuring them that I was okay, I sat down on a chair in the kitchen.
Sandra walked with me and as I sat there, she took the towel and began blotting the water from my blouse. She was looking into my eyes and I into hers as she pushed and kneaded my chest. She removed the towel and I looked down to find that my blouse was almost invisible and my erect nipples stood out like pencil erasers from my breasts. I grabbed the towel back and held over my chest.
