The Ordinary Housewife

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My story starts at the beginning of last summer, when my husband Simon and I moved to a new town in Southern England, along with our two young sons, and into a newly built house on a brand-new housing development.We are both the same age, approaching the end of our twenties, with the big ‘THREE-ZERO’ looming ever closer. We have been happily married since we were both aged twenty, and our two boys are now aged five and six. We are a couple very much in love with each other, and have a contented life.On the estate we had moved to, the next phase of houses around ours was still being built and other houses were still being finished. The sparse landscaping around our property left a lot to be desired, and in keeping with the surroundings, our own gardens still looked like a building site.SUNDAY.After a month of living in the new house, we had finally settled in. Simon had started his new job as an associate at a local solicitors’ firm, and the boys were enjoying their new junior school. Simon earned enough money from his job, so I didn’t have to work while our boys were still young, but as a housewife, I looked after the house and boys during the day.We had finally finished decorating the interior of the house, and it was exactly how we had wanted it to look. The exterior, however, was not at all as I had imagined. I decided that enough was enough, and that we were finally going to do something about the garden.It was a lovely summer’s weekend, and the perfect time to get out and look for something to make the garden look nice. I also wanted a safe place for our boys to be able to play. After doing a little bit of online research we drove to the local nursery to get some ideas, and hopefully buy a few trees and plants to get us started.As we wandered through the seemingly endless rows in the veritable forest of trees and bushes we were approached by a young woman who asked us if she could help us at all. She appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, very petite and very pretty. She was about five-feet-four-inches tall, with blue-grey eyes, and long light brown hair reaching down to the middle of her back.She wore what appeared to be the standard nursery uniform; dark green polo shirt, with the company logo emblazoned across the chest, along with matching shorts, both looked about two sizes too big for her. She had slender tanned legs, and on her feet, she wore an old, scruffy pair of dirty pink and white trainers.It was a stiflingly hot summer’s afternoon; probably in the high eighties, and even with the oversized polo shirt, I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was sure that if I had noticed this fact, then my husband would have as well, so as we followed the girl I led my two boys along, but also kept my eye on Simon, curious to see if I could catch him checking her out.As we walked around, looking at the various different plants, I began to get the feeling that this girl was flirting with Simon. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be taking every available opportunity to bend over in front of us, seemingly offering him a view down the front of her shirt. On a few occasions, as she squatted down to read the tags on the bottom branch of a particular shrub or bush, she bent in such a way that her thighs opened up, and her shorts gaped open to expose her almanbahis legs all the way up to where her obvious tan lines started. I was beginning to think that this girl wasn’t wearing any panties either!After a further forty minutes or so, we had picked out quite a few different trees and plants; far too much for us to take home by ourselves. The girl led us to the greenhouse office to pay for them, and to arrange for them to be delivered, and also for them to be planted in our garden. Everything was arranged for the following Wednesday. I was amazed they would come over so quickly. The girl completed the necessary paperwork and handed us our copy.Across the bottom she had written, “Thanks! Becky.” We said our goodbyes, and she smiled and gave a big goodbye wave to our boys, and we left to return to our car and back home.Once we were at our car I immediately started to tease Simon about the girl and the way she was dressed, and that she seemed to have been flirting with him. Simon is the shy type, and he immediately blushed, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. He said that he really hadn’t noticed.”She was just dressed for the weather,” he said with a smile. “If you worked there you’d probably dress the same way!”I continued to tease him.”But she was very pretty, wasn’t she?” I asked.”Well, I suppose she was cute!” he answered eventually.”Aha! I knew it!” I shouted.We had a good laugh, kissed, then headed home.TUESDAY.It was around midday, and I was in the house doing some housework as I normally do. Simon was at work and the boys were at school; so I was on my own until at least 3:30 pm, when I had to go to pick the boys. I had some music on the stereo as I went about my chores. Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling me. I switched off the stereo, and when I looked out of the window to see who it was, I could see a large white van from the garden centre parked on the driveway.’They’re a day early!’ I thought to myself. But then I thought that was okay, and it was better to get the planting over and done with. It would also be a surprise for Simon if he came home to find the planting all done.As I opened the door, I was surprised to see the girl from the garden centre; Becky. She was dressed just as she had been when we saw her on Sunday. It was another very hot day outside. The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky. She was sipping from an almost empty water bottle. Her face looked hot and sweaty, and I imagined that sitting inside a van on a day like today would not be a very pleasant experience.”Hi!” she said cheerfully. “Remember me? Becky? I just came by to take a look at where we’ll be planting tomorrow. I hope I’m not bothering you.”I said, “Hello,” and told her that she wasn’t bothering me at all, and that I was just doing some laundry, so I could probably do with a break anyway. I invited her inside the house, and as she followed me through to the back door, I told her that my husband was at work and the kids were at school.She nodded and smiled at me, before explaining further that she just needed to check that there would be no problems in our garden before they came to do the work on Wednesday morning. I was a little disappointed that nothing was being done today, but we had arranged for the work to be done on Wednesday, so I couldn’t really complain.Since almanbahis yeni giriş I had been working inside I was wearing one of my old pairs of denim shorts, and one of Simon’s old white work shirts. My feet were bare, and I stopped at the back door to slip on my sandals, before we walked out into the humid heat of the back garden. I pointed out to her where we had put out some wooden stakes in the ground on Sunday evening, to mark the various locations for the new trees and bushes.She looked around the garden, checking the locations, making some alternative suggestions, and making sure that access would be sufficient for their workers. Eventually, we wandered back over to the paved patio as we talked about gardening. When I mentioned to her that I had always wanted a vegetable garden, she said that she’d be happy to get me started.She seemed like a genuinely pleasant girl, and as we chatted some more, I learned that she had been working in the garden centre, which was the family business, in some form or another, since she was twelve years old. She told me that she was about to start her final year at college in the coming September, and that one day she hoped to take over the business from her parents.As we talked she tilted her head back to drain the final mouthful of water from her bottle. As she did this some of the liquid escaped from her lips, trickling down over her chin and onto her neck, running down onto her chest underneath the polo shirt, soaking into the dark material. She giggled with embarrassment, and lifted her hand to rub the water into the sweaty skin on her neck and chest.”God! It has been so hot these past few days, hasn’t it?” she moaned.She noticed that I was now staring at her as her fingers continued to slowly rub and stroke the smooth, tanned skin on her neck. I froze for a second, shocked that I had been caught looking at her like that.”Well,” I stammered, pointing at the empty bottle in her hand, “why don’t you let me refill that for you?”She smiled and nodded, and we walked back into the house and headed for the kitchen.Moving from the intense heat of the midday sun into the air-conditioned coolness inside of the house gave me a shiver, and made my nipples instantly harden. As I had thought I would be at home on my own for most of the day I hadn’t put on a bra, and my erect nipples pressed against the material of my shirt, making me feel a little excited.As we reached the fridge I turned to take Becky’s water bottle, and I couldn’t help glancing down, noticing that she was in exactly the same condition as I was, with her little buds poking out against her damp T-shirt. I also noticed that she was looking at straight at my nipples.I was beginning to feel a little strange. I had never been with another woman before, and had never even fantasised about it. I suppose that like most women, I’d wondered what it might be like, but had never thought about trying anything. Now, here I was, getting turned on by this young girl. Or maybe it was just the heat outside that had made me feel a little light-headed.I stood for a few seconds, watching her as she watched me, before finally reaching out my hand and taking her water bottle. I filled it to the brim, and also filled a glass of water for myself, and we both took a long cold drink. almanbahis giriş There was an odd kind of tension in the air, and I needed to say something to try to break it.I smiled and joked, “You know, my husband thinks you were flirting with him yesterday!”Okay, so I stretched the truth a little bit.We both giggled nervously.She looked at me right in the eye.“I wouldn’t do that,” she said. “I don’t flirt with men!”It took me a minute to realise the meaning behind what she had said, but before I could respond she swiftly stepped forward, raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed me quickly on the lips, before stepping back away from me again. I was stunned and scared half to death, but at the same time I felt shivers of excitement coursing up my spine, and shock waves ran through my whole body down to my toes. My nipples tingled, becoming even harder.I don’t remember deciding to do what I did next, but I somehow moved to her and bent my head down and returned the kiss. It was the softest, sweetest, most tender kiss I had ever experienced. At first, it was just our lips gently touching, but Becky slowly opened her mouth, and I felt the tip of her tongue gently trying to make its way into my mouth. It was like no other kiss I had ever had. My whole body trembled, and I wanted to kiss her so very much.I surrendered and opened my mouth for her, and soon our tongues were twisting and dancing together, and I lifted my hands to cradle her head gently. She reached up and cupped one of my breasts in her hand, whilst letting her other stray to the back of my neck. Her hands dropped abruptly, grabbing at my waist, pulling us closer together.Our bodies touched, our curves moulding together. We held each other, kissing passionately, for several moments, before she let go, breaking the kiss. She backed away a few steps and hoisted herself up onto the kitchen worktop. She sat there facing me, a wide smile on her face as she stared into my eyes.I swiftly stepped forward towards her, making up the ground between us, and as she parted her knees wide allowing me to stand between her thighs, we kissed again. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around me, trapping me, digging her heels into my backside. I felt her fingers on me, skilfully and methodically unbuttoning my shirt at my chest. I made no attempt to stop her, and she eventually reached the last button; unclasping it, pushing the material to the sides and off my shoulders, exposing my upper body and naked chest.As my shirt slid down my arms, dropping to the floor, she broke our kiss and, without pausing for a second, trailed her tongue down across my neck, before lowering her lips to my breasts. She slowly and delicately licked and sucked on each of my hard nipples, finally settling on my left, which she gently tongued and nibbled between her teeth, while her small hands worked on both breasts. I quivered at each light touch she made, a warm glow starting to build deep inside my body.I could not remember ever being as excited as I was at that moment. Looking down, it just turned me on even more that it was another woman doing this to me, and not my husband. My breathing was now reduced to long, deep, shuddering pants. I arched my back and moaned, and she enjoyed this.I had to quickly grab hold of the wall cabinet to keep my balance, as my legs were beginning to feel a little weak. Her hands slowly skimmed down my sides, delicately sliding over my skin, and across my hips to the front of my shorts. I knew where she was heading, and I didn’t want her to stop.

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