A Neighborly Gesture

As I was doing this, I felt my shirt ride up in the back. I glanced down to make sure that my panties were not exposed. This afforded me a spectacular view down the front of Vicki's halter-top. My jaw dropped at the same time as the hammer, which landed with a dull "thunk" in the flowerbed below us.

"Stay there, I'll get it," Vicki called cheerfully.

Moments later, I felt her weight on the ladder. She was right below me, holding the hammer. She clutched the left ladder rail with one arm as she reached upward with the other to hand me the hammer. This maneuver pressed one of her delicious breasts against my right buttock, and I flinched just a tiny bit. Vicki lost her footing and slid down a few inches. In the act of stopping her fall, she inadvertently pulled on the back of my sweatpants. They came down a little—not much—but probably enough to reveal the lacy waistband of my panties.

It took me a moment to put the hammer down and free up a hand so that I could readjust my waistband. Meanwhile Vicki had gotten down off the ladder and was gazing up at me with a curious expression. I felt my face flush, but decided the best thing to do was ignore it. Either she'd seen them or she hadn't; there was nothing I could do to change it now.

I finished nailing the trellis into place and climbed back down. We stood back to admire it. She explained the types of plants she was going to put in the flowerbed, and which of them she would train to grow up the trellis (flowering clematis, I believe she said). This innocent conversation reassured me that even if she had seen my panties, she was tactfully ignoring it.

"You sure have spruced this place up Vicki," I waved my arm around at the yard, house and flowerbeds.

"Why thank you Dan," she beamed. "It's a lot of work though. I'm ready for a break, and something to drink...Can I offer you anything? A beer?"

"Sure," I replied, "A beer sounds great."