She looked around; it was definitely time to get some projects completed. As a single woman, the never-ending compilation of “male” tasks was always an issue. Who in their right mind would ever want to spend their Saturday cleaning and organizing the garage? Not to mention the yard work! She practiced her procrastination skills as if they were an art form; until the day the notice came from her HOA. These “memos” were certainly helpful in keeping the neighborhood nice, but what a pain! Ah well, there was no escaping the mundane tasks of life and they could certainly be a bitch and it was time to quit whining and get busy or the HOA would have its hands in her wallet.
She dressed in her cut-off shorts and a tight-fitting tee, tennis shoes, and sunglasses; she was ready to tackle the mother! Stepping into the yard, the weeds and other debris were everywhere so she set about getting the proper tools from the garage and began to work. She had been at her task long enough to produce a light sweat and as she wiped the moisture from her eyes and face, she poured a light stream of water down between her butt-cheeks…ahhh, refreshing! The bottle of water she had stashed in the freezer in preparation for this particular task had come in handy and she liberally poured some down the front of her tee. As she looked around, she definitely was making progress but there was a lot left and honestly she would rather be doing anything else!
As she continued to work diligently at her task, she was oblivious to the man who had been studying her industrious form. Feeling that uncomfortable sense of being observed, she looked up to see a good looking man, about six feet tall and nicely built, smiling at her efforts.
“Can I help you?” She asked sarcastically, aware of her wet tee shirt and her shorts which had the appearance of sweat in her butt-crack; normally, she would have never been caught dead in this predicament but it was yardwork and she was annoyed; who the hell comes to your fence and just stares at you without offering to help?! She decided to allow her irritation to show through, unfiltered. “If you are selling something, the answer is ‘no’ and if not, either pick up a shovel and help me or hit the road.”
Much to her surprise, he came through the gate and picked up a rake and began to clean up the weeds she had feverishly hoed. She watched him casually, every now and again, wondering where she had seen him before and as she accepted his presence in her space she noticed his finely chiseled features and small, tight butt. He had a way of smirking that allowed her to suppose that she could imagine what he was thinking about and she decided that maybe her appearance was a bit more enticing that she realized…? As she continued to slyly study him, she decided that he was definitely doable and she was determined to find out if he was all that his looks seemed to promise. They continued to work for a while in silence until finally she decided that at the minimum she would offer him something to drink.
“Would you like to come inside for a cold drink? Is this your way of doing your Boy Scout deed of the day?” She teased.
“Well, I was watching you and I thought that you might want some help but I wanted to test your bitch factor first—before I had a chance to ask, you beat me to it.” He said with a sly boyish grin.
Not exactly certain where she had scored on that test, she decided to ignore the comment until she had figured out if she even cared enough to know. Entering into the cool house, they were both sweating profusely and she couldn’t help but smell his musky, delicious aroma. He smelled like Man, and it was good! There and then she made her decision to have him and have him she would! Not caring to know anymore, she went with her gut instinct and offered him the opportunity to shower off the sweat that glistened so sensationally on his face and arms. He was a mixture of lean muscle and deeply tanned Marlboro Man roughness; his green eyes were piercing within the contrast of brown skin and white straight teeth and he had a habit of flicking his tongue to the outer edges of his mouth when he spoke. Almost subconsciously, she found herself imitating this tongue-flicking gesture and she felt herself getting more and more turned-on as she sensed the heat between her legs…she could really use a spray of that water bottle now!
He politely accepted the clean towel that she held out to him and followed her down the hallway to the bathroom. As she closed the door, she heard him turn on the shower and begin to disrobe. Hmmm…should she or shouldn’t she…he was a neighbor and in the name of hospitality…? Oh hell, yes!
She stripped down quickly and being certain that she heard him enter the shower, she quietly let herself in and in one swift movement she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside. He didn’t appear to be too surprised but the look on his face was definitely pleasing. Taking one long survey of her naked body he simply remarked, “I can’t believe how much of a hottie you are…” to which she simply smiled. Without a word, she began to wash him gently all over his chest and arms and then his back; she tenderly scrubbed his small tight ass and softly reaching between his legs, she lightly rinsed his scrotum and his anus. He was beginning to harden so she continued down his legs before turning him around to finish. Then while he watched, she began to wash herself never once taking her eyes off of his; she filled her washcloth with foamy body-wash and began to wash her breasts and stomach while gradually moving below her belly-button. Once she reached between her legs, she put the washcloth aside and grabbed a hold of his hand and began to guide his movements by allowing his two fingers to explore her lips and finally she led him to her clitoris and showed him how to gently circle it without actually touching it until she was ready.
He dropped down onto his knees and after raising one of her legs and positioning it onto the small edge of the bathtub, he began to lick her by lightly flicking his tongue over and all around her clit…it was absolutely and incredibly hot! She felt the adrenaline rush inside of her as the urge to explode mounted; she wanted to stay there forever, teetering on the edge of pleasure and capitulation, it was bliss! She felt every cell of her skin responding and she writhed with physical pleasure that only comes from the excitement of a new partner and the freedom of no expectations. The orgasm that followed was so deliriously explosive that she embraced it and held it until her quivering legs could not support her any longer.
“Well, if I had known that being a Boy Scout was this rewarding I would have become a lifetime member.” He murmured sensuously and appeared to be very pleased with himself. She looked at him and smiled and still she said nothing; talk is overrated at times like these and what she wanted to do to him did not require conversation.
She turned off the shower and toweled him dry; gently guiding him to sit in the chair in her bedroom, she knelt down on the floor and began to massage his penis which was hot and throbbing with desire. She could tell that he wanted to be inside her but she was calling the shots and she would decide when, or if, that was in his future. For now, she rubbed and tickled his hardness with her tongue and taking him into her mouth she consumed him until he could hold back no longer and he gave her the precious price of her desire which she swallowed with great satisfaction. Leaving him like cooked spaghetti, she lightly rose to her feet and dressed. His eyes followed her every movement and seemed to beg the question of “What’s next?” To which she simply replied, “That yard is not going to clean itself; let’s hit it!”
Moral: A good worker is worthy of his hire.