My elderly neighbor, Mrs. Danstock, a sweet old lady if there ever was one, got talking to me about her tulips one morning. I’d been seeding the grass and setting up the sprinkler to water it when she’d come outside.
“Aren’t they beautiful, Mr. Monteith? It seems every year they come up better!”
“Oh yes, Mrs. Danstock, they’re marvelous! Your daffodils are lovely too.”
“Thank you. They are nice, aren’t they?” She blushed and pointed at our garden. “Have you planted anything new?”
I shook my head. “Not this year. Brendan and I have been pretty busy with doing up the inside of the house.”
She nodded. “Yes, I’ve seen the contractors in and out. How is it going?”
“Almost done, thank God,” I said. “This is the first weekend we’ve been completely alone in the house for months.”
I heard the sound of a throat being cleared. While Mrs. Danstock spoke of gardens and planting and offered to help us pretty up our front lawn, I took a few steps back so that I could see the entrance of our place, which was hidden by a tree and a slight wall. The sound had come from there and when I had a clear view, I almost fell into the hydrangea bush.
Brendan stood framed in the doorway, buck naked except for his glasses and an open book covering his crotch.
While I stood frozen and goggle-eyed, he held a finger to his lips. Then he grinned and crooked it in a come here gesture.
“Do you think I should plant some more impatiens this summer?” Mrs. Danstock asked. She craned her neck to see where I’d gone. “They did so well last year.”
I tore my eyes away from Brendan and took two steps toward her. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Danstock, but I just remembered I left a pot of soup on the stove,” I said quickly. “It was so nice talking to you!”
She smiled and nodded. “It’s always nice to see you, Mr. Monteith. You tell Mr. Cole to stop and say hi next time he goes for a run, won’t you?”
I nodded, already stepping back. “Of course! See you again soon!”
I ducked around the wall and frowned. Brendan had disappeared.
I stepped inside and shut the door, locking it. “Brendan? Where the fuck are you and where did you get that book?”
Luckily the windows were closed because of the air conditioning so Mrs. Danstock wouldn’t be shocked out of her support stockings.
“I’m upstairs and it’s your book and I put it back. And I still only have my glasses on.”
I raced up the stairs two at a time, unbuttoning my shirt as I did. Brendan lay on the king size bed, completely naked but for the glasses and now there was no book covering his junk. He looked as good as an Easter buffet and I was starving.
“What did Mrs. Danstock want?” he asked while I shucked the rest of my clothes and got on the bed beside him, taking his gorgeous cock in my hand and stroking it quickly to life.
“She wanted to talk about her tulips,” I said breathlessly. “I didn’t tell her what was coming up in my garden.”
Brendan laughed. “I wanted to get your attention. We have the place to ourselves finally. I don’t want to waste it talking to the neighbours.”
“Neither do I!” I said, rolling on top of him and taking his glasses off. I kissed him hard and placed the glasses on the side table beside my book. “Neither do I …”