I pulled up in front of 2426 Summers Glen and rolled the mower out of the trailer I towed behind my pickup truck. I dutifully mowed the front yard and opened the gate to mow the back yard, which had a nice large swimming pool in it. I walked around to the pool area and stopped in my tracks.
She was laying out on her stomach, topless, with ear buds in her ears and her bikini bottoms barely covering the essential of the female anatomy. I surmised very quickly she hadn’t heard me mowing the front yard. I stood mesmerized at the sight of her pussy, barely covered by a thin strip of cloth.
I walked the outer boundary of the back yard, looking for hazards in the grass, just to informally announce my presence. As I walked around in front of her, I cleared my throat just to make sure she knew I was there. She glanced up from her lap top and lowered her shades to look in my direction.
“Ma’am,” I announced, “Do you want me to come back later or on another day?”
“No,” she replied, “Do whatever it is you need to do.”
“I have to mow,” I replied.
“Go for it,” she responded.
I pushed the mower into the back yard and pulled on the chord. I had made only three passes by her, when she changed positions on her chase lounge. She was totally topless and she did absolutely nothing to cover up. I did my best to concentrate on keeping a straight line and my overlap. I finished mowing and headed to the truck to get the weed-eater and my blower.
She disappeared into the house and returned with a tray, on which there were two glasses of water. She motioned for me to come over, so I shut off the weed eater and stepped over to where she stood, holding the tray with two glasses of iced water on it.
“Thought you’d like some ice water,” she remarked as I approached her. I took the glass and gulped the water down.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied.
“You can call me Julie,” she replied.
“Thank you, Julie,” I remarked.
I did my best to not look below chin level, but it was hard. She smiled and reclaimed her seat on the chase lounge.
I used the blower to try and blow the grass clippings into a small pile and off of the pool deck. When I looked over and saw her, with her fingers buried under the front edge of her bikini, I tripped over a pave-stone ledge that I hadn’t seen. Grass clipping soared into the air and fluttered back down like green snowflakes.
I tried to blow the clippings away, but they settled back on to the pool deck, some landing in the pool
“Oh great!” I remarked to no one in particular, knowing I would need to clean up the pool. I grabbed the pool skimmer and slowly and painstakingly started removing the grass clippings from the pool. Just as I walked past Julie with the skimmer pole, she asked,
“Aren’t you hot?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“You should take off your shirt,” Julie remarked.
‘I’m sorry, but our company rules don’t allow me to,” I responded.
“I won’t tell,” Julie remarked.
I casually unbuttoned my shirt and resumed skimming the grass clippings from the pool.
“Maybe you’d like to take a dip, when you’re done,” Julie proffered.
“I have five more houses to do and I am behind,” I replied.
“You were behind when you got started,” Julie remarked, noting I had no help. She was correct about the lack of help and me being behind when I got started.
Julie slipped her bikini bottoms off and sat spread-eagle on the chase lounge. She had no pubic hair and was cleanly shaven. Her nipples stood erect – calling to be touched. She slipped a lone finger into her vagina and smiled.
“Fingers,” she remarked, “Only go so far.”
I was about to burst.
“Jesus Christ,” I remarked. Julie stood up and approached where I stood, still holding the pool skimmer.
She reached down and felt for my erection.
“Jesus Christ, is right,” Julie remarked, groping me through the fabric of my work pants. I slipped my hand around her tiny waist and pulled her in close. She had dark brown eyes and a dark tan complexion. She had a model quality body at about 36-26-36.
“One hundred three to be exact,” she corrected somehow reading my thoughts.
She took my hand and led me into the house through an open cabana door. The house was immaculate. A white leather couch and matching love seat sat in front of a stone hearth fireplace on an inlaid ash floor. It was as though I was looking at a house from Architectural Digest.
Julie pulled on my hand and led me into the master bedroom, and on to a mahogany four post bed that was situated in the center of the room, topped with white satin sheets and throw pillows topping the white quilted bedspread, accented in small streams of a peach-colored border stripping. She stripped my work shirt off and teasingly kissed each one of my nipples, working her hands over my upper torso in the process. I unfastened my trousers. I sat on the edge of the bed. Julie squatted down and removed my work boots and socks, then pulled my trousers off of me, leaving me clad only in my nylon underwear, my ten inch cock straining against the nylon fabric. She looped her fingers into the waist band do my underwear and slowly peeled it down, setting my cock free.
I couldn’t believe my luck. She was like a goddess. She took my cock in hand and slowly inspected every inch of it before placing the tip end into her mouth. She opened her mouth and inched her way down the length of my shaft, stopping only to catch her breath. My cock glistened with her saliva as she toyfully played with me, squeezing my ball sack. She hummed as she took me in, creating an erotic feeling unlike anything I had every experienced before.
I announced I was about to cum and she quickly withdrew me from her mouth. She positioned her knees astraddle my thighs, her moist pussy hovering over my pulsating cock. As she lowered herself on to my pelvis, she took my cock in hand and slid the tip end over her clit several times. Finally, she put me at right the just spot and I slipped inside of her as she lowered her weight on to me. She was a tight fit.
She slowly and rhythmically rocked back and forth with me inside of her. We quickly gathered more speed as the juices began to flow. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, as she bit down on her lower lip. Her long brown hair framed an angelic face, which changed colors about three different times in just a few seconds. She balled up her fists as the first orgasm rocked her tiny body, flooding me with her womanly juices. I grunted with each hip thrust as she rocked back and forth rapidly on top of me.
I shot my load so hard and forcefully, I thought for sure, it would come out the opposite end of her. One, two, three, four bursts of cum. I held onto her hips as I shot my load. She shuddered and her body quivered. I knew that both of us had quickly reached our peak potential. I pulled her forward and our lips met in a sweet and soft kiss. Our tongues darted out of each other’s orifices, like the flames from a campfire.
I gathered my stuff and quickly dressed, because I was really behind at this point. I gathered my tools and loaded the mower back into the trailer. I was tired and spent, but somehow managed to get all of the assigned areas done.
The next week, before I started on the same address, I rang the doorbell, just to announce my presence. An older lady, about fifty answered the door.
“Are you the lady of the house,” I asked.
“Yes, I am,” she replied.
I was curious.
“Last week, when I mowed your lawn, there was a young lady here…” I began.
“Oh…” the older lady replied, “That must have been my daughter, Julie. She comes by every now and then when we are gone to keep an eye on things. Did you meet her?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I met her.”
“A lovely girl,” the older lady replied. “I hope she was hospitable.”
I had to admit that she was very hospitable.
“Great!” the older lady responded. “She can sometimes be a pill, so I have to stay on it.”
“No, she was great,” I replied. I just wanted to tell her thank you for making my day with her gift of kindness. The older lady looked at me and smiled.
“I’m glad to know she was kind,” she remarked. “I’ll tell her you came by and asked about her.”
“No,” I responded, “I’d rather just remain her anonymous lover.” I proffered a wink.
The older lady smiled. I’m still not sure she understood. I retreated to the trailer and pulled down my mower, pulled on the chord and smiled. Sometimes, this job isn’t as bad as I think it is.
