My backyard garden has an overabundance of tomatoes this year and they are magnificent. They are very firm and juicy. Perfectly round. A delightful treat of the summer, but they require me to spend quite a bit of time outside picking them.
You live next door and enjoy the view of me bending over, my firm ass up in the air, wearing those cut off shorts and tiny tops. I know that you, my hot neighbor, enjoy watching me. I enjoy putting on a show for you every day.
Today, I see the light on in your bathroom. I suspect that you are taking a shower. The thought of that hot water pounding on your body pushes me over the limit. Once I have filled my basket with tomatoes, I use the bottom of my shirt to collect the red, plump juicy treats.
I walk over to your backdoor. As any good close neighbor, I knock on the backdoor and pop my head inside. I find you standing in your kitchen just wearing a pair of gym shorts, freshly shaved, and hair still damp. Looking hot, I must say!
You find me as delicious as my tomatoes. We end up fucking right there in your kitchen as you bend me over your breakfast table.
Jackie
