Offer to help with the gardening

Unable to resist the lure of seeing those massive melons up close and personal, I tuck my stiffy under the band of my shorts, and put on a long singlet, keeping my arms exposed to keep me cool, and the length to help hide my boner.

I make my way to the backyard, and poking my head over the fence in a gap between two plants, call out hello to Doe and ask if she’d like any help with her garden.

“Oh, hello John," Doe calls back, "It’s a nice day for it today isn’t it? You certainly don’t have to help if you don’t wish too, but it would be nice to have your strong arms to pull out some of these more tenacious weeds, I swear, they must have roots 4 feet deep!”

“It’s no bother at all.” I laugh back, walking down my driveway and then up hers, my heart beating just a little faster. Doe has stood up to greet me, and hand me what looks like gardening gloves.

“Here you go John, put these on, sometimes the weeds have a prickle or two in them.”

“Thanks, Doe.” Oh wow, up close, in that top, her breasts look so big, her bra must be more wire than fabric! Her little top obviously worn for comfort rather than covering, so much cleavage is staring back at me.

“If you don’t mind, we’ll weed this area here, that way we still have a bit of shade while we do it.” she tells me, getting back onto her knees and attacking a weed with her gloved hands, here bottom jiggling just a little as she wrestles with the offending plant.

I take up a position as across from her as I can be, so that the chance of a good peek at her chest is more likely. My weeding efforts are pretty lousy as I spend more time trying to look down her top than at the ground, her massive rack moving about as she works, my boner still throbbing happily in my shorts, its probably lucky I’m on my knees and bent forward, or else Doe might have spied my extra gardening tool by now!