My name is Paul and am, what I've always considered myself as, a normal guy with a normal life and a normal career. Well, that is, until about a year ago. Before I continue, let me explain what I mean.
It was late spring; when I woke up one morning only to find out my wife was leaving me for my life-long friend from high school. Then, three days later, I found out that I had been laid off from work. Outsourcing, I believe they called it. I should have known. So, after getting past my own self-pity, I gave in to my deepest wish. I wanted to start my own business.
I had decided to open my own handyman company. I had every tool I could ever need, as well as the knowledge to fix anything.
I put an ad in the local paper and put out a few flyers. The first call I received, would turn my so-called "normal" life upside down.
The lady on the phone sounded very pleasant and wanted to know if I did lawn care and I told her that I did. She then asked if I could be at her home at 7:00 a.m. the next morning and I agreed.
At 6:45 a.m. I was pulling my pickup into the circle drive in front of an immense home with large white columns. I was expecting to see a sweet old wrinkled lady. Was I ever wrong! A red haired lady with the most amazing blue-green eyes greeted me; and my eyes dropped down a little to see a robe that was barely covering her exquisite breasts. But it was those amazing eyes. They seemed to see into my soul.
As soon as I looked into them, I could feel my shaft begin to tingle and swell. I finally realized that I was standing in front of my first customer with a raging hard on, and I stuttered.
"Good Morning. My name is Paul. You called about yard work? Let's have a look at that lawn, shall we?" The lady introduced herself as Sharon, and she further informed me that her ex-husband had been a very successful attorney and had left her very well off when he passed away.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I said.
"Don't be, Paul. He was a total bastard, and he treated me like shit!" She quipped.
"Well, I had better get to work." I said.
I then began to busy myself with the yard work that she needed done. As I worked, my mind was busy thinking about Sharon.
I mowed, pruned trees, pulled weeds, and moved plants; but nothing eased my constant erection. This woman had done absolutely nothing and yet she seemed to have total control over me.
I finished up, and then knocked on the back door to ask if there was anything else she needed done before I left. Sharon opened the door and invited me inside while she went to get her purse.
As she swayed towards me, her robe fell to one side exposing one of her perfect breasts. My knees got weak and I tried not to stare, but she caught me looking at her.
"Well now, Paul. Are you staring at my breasts?" She asked.
"Well, umm, uhhh, yes, I guess I was, I'm sorry," I stuttered. She looked down to see my raging erection and spoke softly.
"You don't look like you're sorry Paul." Her eyes were still glued to the bulge at the front of my work jeans.
There was something intoxicating about this woman. Was it her eyes? Yes, those blue-green eyes that could stare to the very center of my being and tear me down with only a look!
Or, maybe it was her deep red hair that fell down around her shoulders framing her breasts? I could not pull my eyes away from their silent inventory, no matter how hard I tried not to stare.
Her skin was like that of the finest, most expensive oriental Porcelain dolls. It was fair and pure. Utterly flawless.
It was at this moment that I came to my senses and realized that I was about to crash my new business on the first day. I quickly lowered my eyes, and apologized.
"Ma'am, I apologize profusely for my behavior and I'll be going now."
Sharon stopped me and asked me to sit down.
"Paul, I have a proposition for you, and since you were staring at my tits, I don't think I would be out of line.
"Before you say anything... let me continue.