Give Him an Inch

Ashley pulled the last weed out of the garden of this mansion & reached up to wipe the sweat from her forehead with the wrist of her gloved hand. She looked to her right to see her husband, Scott, on the other side of the driveway, planting the last of the small trees in the yard.

The two of them had finally been able to quit their office jobs to work full time at the landscaping company they'd started a few years before. It was just the two of them & it was a lot of hard work, but it was so worth it! She'd never been happier!

As she leaned back onto her knees to stand up, she could see her client, James Pendleton, standing on his front porch smiling at her with his yellow teeth & chapped lips. He was holding a glass of lemonade out to her with his big flabby arm. The man had to be around 300 pounds.

Ashley smiled back at him & took the glass. She didn't feel any red flags go off from the old man. At 85, you couldn't expect him to look like a heartthrob.

She took a sip from the lemonade & thanked him, explaining what all they had done that day with his landscaping. She was usually the contact for the clients. Her job history with HR made her more slightly skilled at that than Scott.

Ashley didn't notice how Mr. Pendleton was looking at her, but that wasn't unusual for her. At 37, she assumed her prime years had passed her by. Little did she know that her husband was the envy of every male that had ever seen her. At 5'5", with long, thick, wavy brown hair, perky B cup breasts, and legs to die for, she was the subject of every teenage boy's fantasy and a name on every married man's "list." With children at the ages of 11 and 7, she was officially the town milf. She was, simply, beautiful.

But her real gem was her butt. It wasn't big by any means, but it was perky & tight. She worked out every day--mostly cardio & legs--and her butt made sure everyone knew that. Her morning runs in her leggings drew the head of every man within eyeshot. And after all these years, she still had no idea. But in her defense, it's hard to see men ogling you when they're standing behind you.

The real reason she's never noticed the attention she gets from men is because she's only ever had eyes for one. She'd been in love with Scott for as long as she can remember, as early as five years old. Sure, she had some boyfriends in high school, but she didn't do anything more with them than kissing--not for their lack of trying--because she was saving herself for marriage. And something inside her always knew that she would marry Scott. They reconnected in their early 20s & got married months later.

"Well thank you for doing such a good job," Mr. Pendleton said, startling her from her reminiscing about her love story.

"We're not quite done yet. My husband has another yard to start on, but I'll be here tomorrow to finish up this last flower bed for you."

"I look forward to seeing your lovely face tomorrow then. Thanks again, Ashley." He smiled a sweet smile at her and stepped forward to shake her hand.

As he stepped forward, Ashley could barely keep her face from showing how revolted she was at the smell of Mr. Pendleton's breath. Fortunately, Scott had already warned her about this.

Geez, does he just eat onion & garlic for every meal? She thought to herself while smiling happily at him.

"You know," Mr. Pendleton said, "I don't want to freak you out, but you look just like my wife did when she was younger."

Ashley couldn't help but blush. "Really?"

"Yes. You're the spitting image of her! I really couldn't believe it when I came out here and saw you earlier. You brought back a lot of fond memories of my life 40 years ago."

"That's so sweet. It sounds like you really loved her."

"I still do. She's been gone 12 years this past February & I still expect to see her every morning when I wake up."

Ashley's heart just broke. She couldn't imagine loving someone for almost your entire life just to have them gone forever in an instant. She couldn't help but to get misty-eyed at his story.

"Well," she said, "just let me know if there's any way I can help. We always have extra dinner if you'd ever like us to bring you some. Every man needs a home cooked meal!"

"Thank you very much for that offer," Mr. Pendleton smiled with his yellow teeth again. Is one of them black? "I may just have to take you up on that offer sometime. And I'll let you know if there's anything else you can do."

At that moment, Ashley heard the work truck honk, telling her Scott was all packed up and ready to leave. She thanked Mr. Pendleton for sharing his story, gathered up her gloves and few tools, and walked over to the truck.

As she got in, Scott looked at her. "Thanks for taking one for the team there. I'm not sure I can get within ten feet of that guy's breath."

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop it. He's a sweet old man. He's not bothering anyone."

"He's bothering me! Did you not smell his breath?"

"Of course I did."

"And you didn't think it was that bad?"

"It was obviously a bad smell, Scott, but I don't want to judge him based on it."

"Well I will. It's disgusting."

"He's 85 years old. Is he supposed to smell good?"

"Better than that!"

"Well I think he's a sweetheart. You know, he told me I look just like his wife did."

Scott laughed. "Sounds like he just wants to get into your pants."

Ashley scoffed. "That's not true!"

Scott laughed again. "Right. His dick probably wouldn't even work anymore."

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Not everything is about sex. He really loved his wife & she died. Seeing me reminded him of her. And that made me feel good."

Scott relented once he saw that she was serious. "I'm glad you were able to make him feel better." He reached out to grab her hand.

~~~~~~~~~

Ashley was knocking on the door of Mr. Pendleton's house the next day around 10am when she finished her work. This was her favorite part. After all the sweat & elbow grease, she gets to watch the customer admire the finished work.

Mr. Pendleton eventually opened the door wearing his robe.

"I'm sorry, dear. I was just stepping out of the shower."

Now that he mentioned it, Ashley could see the few wisps of grey hair in their usual combover were slightly wet.

"You're fine," Ashley replied. "I just got the last of the flowers planted and I wanted to show you the finished product!"

"Oh, lovely! Let's go take a look!"

He followed out in his robe and his bare feet. Ashley led him to the flower bed in front of his house & showed him every tree that had been planted. When they got to the rock bed next to his front porch, she bent over to grab one of the rocks to show him the quality. She looked over her shoulder expecting to see him admiring the rocks. Instead, she found his eyes pointed elsewhere.

Is he looking at my backside?

Ashley felt mortified. She suddenly regretted her outfit choice. It was 90 degrees out, so her black tank top & white shorts seemed appropriate when she got dressed that morning. The shorts were fingertip length, so she thought nothing of it. Were they too tight though? She has always hated the way her butt would try to eat whatever pair of pants she wore, even her jeans rode up into her buttcrack slightly. At this moment, she was hyper-aware of the wedgie that had been crawling up into her derrière during her walk around the yard. She wondered how much of that wedgie's creation Mr. Pendleton had witnessed.

There was another part of Ashley, however, that was proud that her butt was worthy of looking at, even if the only viewer was an 85 year old widow.

That part was far to small to matter and her mortification won out. She stood back up and turned around toward Mr. Pendleton quickly enough to watch his eyes dart back up to her face.

"It looks great, dear!"

Ashley hesitate, not knowing if he was complimenting her work or her butt.

"Thank you, Mr. Pendleton," she replied, deciding to not even acknowledge the lewd comment if that's even what it was. "That's just the kind of quality service we love to give!"

"Come inside and let me write that check," he said as he started walking toward the door. Ashley followed behind him.

She was amazed as they walked through the threshold. His house looked beautiful from the outside, but that didn't do any Justice to the inside.

She couldn't control her eyes. She wanted to inspect every corner of this house. Her eyes became saucers and her jaw dropped. She couldn't remember the last time she seen something so beautiful.

She wondered if this was how Mr. Pendleton had felt when he saw her bend over. She immediately pushed that thought out of her head.

"Wow. Your house is gorgeous."

"Thank you. My wife worked very hard on it, so I've worked very hard keeping it to her standards since she died."

"Sounds like she was an amazing woman."

He pulled out his checkbook & began writing. "She was. There was nobody like her."

"That makes me honored to apparently share a face with her."

"You should be honored. And she would be as well, to be compared to a beauty like you."

Ashley blushed as Mr. Pendleton handed her the check. She looked and saw a number that was double what they had agreed to.

"Mr. Pendleton, this is way too much money!" She held the check back out to him.

"No," he replied. "Half of that is for the work. Half of it is for something else."

"What's that?" Ashley felt nervous.

"I'd like to cook you dinner tonight."

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"You wanted me to tell you if there was anything you could do for me."

Ashley still didn't feel comfortable, but he was right. She did say that.

"Please," he pressed. "I just want to have dinner with my wife again. This is the closest I could ever get to that."

"Fine," she relented.

"Thank you!" He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, almost gagging her with his breath. She'd forgotten about that. "Be here at six o'clock sharp!"

She turned and left, wondering if he was looking at her backside again.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey babe, what's for di-" Scott stopped as he walked into the bathroom where his wife was putting on some eye makeup.

"Sorry, honey. I've got plans tonight. You'll have to order a pizza."

"They must be big plans. I haven't seen you put on makeup in years." She'd always loved getting dressed up, but she rarely ever put on makeup; she simply didn't need it. She was beautiful without it.

"I'm just going to Mr. Pendleton's for dinner."

"The old smelly guy?"

"The sweet old man that says I look like his wife, yes." She continued applying mascara.

"Wait," Scott scowled. "Is that why the check was so high from him?"

"Yep."

"This sounds like prostitution."

"I'm not sleeping with him, honey. I'm just eating dinner."

"I bet he wants to sleep with you though."

"Well," Ashley contemplated not finishing the sentence but did anyway, "I did catch him looking at my backside today."

"Oh? So that's why you're wearing your tight jeans?"

Ashley blushed. "He's just an old man. I thought I'd do him a favor." She finished her makeup and put all her stuff away.

"Well just make sure the favors stop there, okay?"

"You got it honey." She kissed him on the cheek and made her way out of the house after saying goodbye to her kids.

~~~~~~~~~~

Mr. Pendleton answered the door in a white t-shirt--which is looking more yellow--and a pair of blue basketball shorts, oddly matching Ashley's blue blouse perfectly.

"Hello, beautiful!" Mr. Pendleton was smiling from ear to ear. "You look ravishing!"

"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself." Ashley told the first of what she suspected would be many lies this evening.

"Dinner is ready. Why don't you follow me to the dining room?" He held his arm out & she grabbed on, catching a whiff of his horrendous breath.

He led her into the dining room, where she found candles and roses alongside what looked to be some very expensive plates.

"Mr. Pendleton, this is lovely!" she exclaimed as he pulled her chair out for him.

"As a landscaper, I assumed you liked flowers, so I grabbed the best roses I could find at the florist. It's a shame they'll be the second most beautiful thing at the table."

Ashley smiled at him from across the table. It was a decently large table, so his breath couldn't make it to her. She could only smell the delicious meal sitting in the center.

As he served her salmon onto her plate, he was smiling at her. She thought she saw a hunger in his eyes.

He went to his seat & got his own food, then he grabbed a shaker and poured some seasoning on his food. It didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before.

"What's that?"

"This is something I make for myself. It has onion, bleu cheese, garlic, and boiled egg. I pretty much put it on anything I eat."

So that was the smell on his breath! Scott will be interested to know that she figured that out.

"Would you like some on yours?"

"No thank you."

As they ate, the conversation moved naturally. She told him about Scott & the kids. He told stories about his deceased wife, Emily. Ashley really felt as if she was getting to know Mr. Pendleton or, as he asked her to start calling him, Jim.

"The night is still young. You know what would make this night really perfect?" Jim asked Ashley as she wiped her mouth and set her napkin on her plate.

"What's that?"

"If we watched Emily's favorite movie. Have you ever seen My Fair Lady?"

"Oh my goodness! I love that movie! I'd love to watch it!"

Jim came around to pull her chair out and walk her out.

"Let's go to the movie room, shall we?"

She grabbed his arm and he walked her down into the basement. She was amazed to find that there was basically another house downstairs. There was a living room, a kitchen, and several bedrooms.

He pointed to one of the rooms and said, "That's the room. I'll be right behind you."

She began walking to the room and suddenly realized that Jim told her to walk in front to look at her butt. She felt uncomfortable for a second, but then she remembered that was the reason she wore her tight jeans. She decided the old man deserved a show, so she started swaying her hips in an exaggerated way.

She only did it for a few steps. She'd never been the seductive type. Not on purpose at least. She was too innocent for that.

As she walked into the room, she saw that one wall had been completely transformed into a screen.

No wonder he calls this the movie room.

She looked over, expecting to find movie theatre seating. She was shocked to see just an extra long loveseat that looked more like a bed.

What did I get myself into?

At that moment, she felt a hand touch her waist and nearly jumped out of her skin.

She turned around, but she smelled him before she saw him. Jim came around with his big smile.

"I got the movie!" He held up a bluray copy of My Fair Lady. "I'll go put it in."

There was a table to the side where the bluray player was sitting. He went to go set up the movie while Ashley panicked.

I can't sit that close to him when his breath smells like that!

As he arrived back to her, she got a great idea.

"Do you want a mint?" She started digging in her purse. "I always get a mint after a eat."

"No thank you. I hate the taste of mint."

She got one out for herself and handed one toward him. "You sure? Last chance."

"I'm sure. Thanks anyway!"

Ashley's face visibly dropped.

"Come on," he urged her. "It's about to start."

He crawled up on the loveseat. She was surprised he didn't send her up there first to look at her butt.

After removing her heels, she crawled up & sat down next to him. His breath was making her eyes water. He put his arm around her. Just as she was about to object, the movie started and the opening theme began blaring.

It had been a while since Ashley had seen My Fair Lady. She'd forgotten how much she liked it.

She was getting used to Jim's breath and smiled the whole way through Why Can't the English?

She was looking forward to Wouldn't It Be Lovely?, which she remembered being her favorite song. As it was starting, she was looking around at the movie room, admiring how well put together it was. She imagined he didn't have too many occasions to bring guests over to use it.

As she was lost in thought, she heard the music for the song start playing. Getting to hear it was the main reason she agreed to watch the movie. She brought her head back to face forward. As she did, she felt forced on the right side of her chin, pulling her head to the left. Before she realized it was Jim's hand, he had already locked his lips with hers. She instinctually met his kiss with puckered lips, but she had just enough foresight to keep her lips together.

Audrey Hepburn began singing and Ashley knew she would end up associating this song forever with kissing this old, smelly man.

After about ten seconds, she was able to break the kiss without having to do it forcefully and immediately began talking.

"Jim, I don't thi-"

"Ashley, thank you so much for this evening. I never thought I'd be able to spend time with my wife again. This is the most fun I've had since she died. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Ashley looked into his eyes. They looked so pure and innocent. He looked like a man in love. She knew it wasn't love for her. She was just the closest thing to the real recipient of that love. And she was the only one that can even give him a semblance of experiencing that again.

She knew she'd regret it, but she just couldn't leave him empty handed. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his again.

Treating it like a real kiss this time, she opened her mouth. He wasted no time, invading her mouth with his tongue like a wave crashing onto a beach.

At that moment, she really wished he had taken that mint. If she thought his breath smelled bad, the taste was so much worse.

She really wanted to sell it. She couldn't let him know how disgusting this was to her. She had to kiss him like she kisses her husband.

She swallowed her pride--along with his saliva--and gave the kiss her all. She immediately wrapped her lips around the tongue already exploring her mouth and sucked on it. His moan told her she was on the right track.

She kept at that for a few minutes. Her subconscious may have been hoping she could suck his concoction off his tongue and help his breath a little.

After a minute or so, he pulled back and said, "As soon as you offered me a mint, I knew you were planning this. I can't believe you'd go this far to give me an evening with my wife."

He then told her to stick out her tongue. She complied and he sucked her tongue with the same vigor she had just done for him.

After that, the kiss became more normal. Opening their mouths, licking each other's tongues, close their mouths. They got into a rhythm like that. Ashley began playing with Jim's hair--or what was left of it--while he kept his hand on her neck or her waist. She was surprised that he hadn't tried to grab her breasts or her butt. She doubted that she would've stopped him if he had.

She heard The Rain in Spain playing in the background and estimated the movie was about half over. Had she really been kissing Jim for over an hour?

Part of her was appalled that she was doing it at all. The other part of her was glad they still had plenty of time to keep going.

Right about that time, Jim lowered her down onto her back without breaking the kiss.

An alarm went off in Ashley's brain that had been ingrained in her during her time with her strict parents and her four years at a Christian college. Going horizontal with a guy was bad news.

We need to sit back up, Ashley thought as she continued making out with Jim.

She clearly wasn't really in a hurry to get off her back when she spread her legs to let the obese man lay in between them.