Her eyes slowly opened and looked at the clock next to her bed in her large, spacious, bedroom. It was 7:30 in the morning pretty early by her standards. Sela Ward heard the shower running in her bathroom as she stretched her long, slender body under the white sheets of her bed. The shower stopped running and her husband Howard stepped out of the shower with a towel drying himself as he began to dress for work. As he fumbled putting his pants on he said, "Morning beautiful, the kids are downstairs eating already don't worry I'll drop them off at school today. Just keep sleeping dear."
Sela smiled at her doting husband and said, "Thanks honey, maybe now I can sleep until 3 in the afternoon..." Howard started to adjust his tie and told Sela, "You'll have to change those plans the gardener told me a couple weeks ago he'd be coming today to change some of the bushes in the garden, but, I've got a meeting today at noon when he said he'd be here to change them. So you'll have to tell him where to put them."
Sela quickly replied in a sultry manner," Why should I waste my sleep time showing that old man where to put the things in YOUR garden. Your the one that spends so much money on that thing." Howard told Sela, "Just please tell him I put white markers where he should plant them, I'll owe you one sweety. Love ya" as he stepped out the door of their bedroom.
Sela wanted to sleep more as she heard her husband rounding up the kids downstairs to take them to school. Sela had been used to sleeping till noon lately seeing as how she hadn't been getting any real acting offers since now and again was cancelled. She remembered telling the writers not to let her and her male lead sleep with each other after only the second episode. Now all she had were these spring commercials that she found so demeaning. "Maybe I could go workout until noon..." Sela thought to herself as she eyed the clock. Sela decided to go back to sleep so she set the alarm to her clock for 11:00 as she drifted to sleep.
The alarm clock awoke Sela after her extra hours of sleep. She stretched and walked to her bathroom wearing her purple nightie that reached about halfway down her long white legs. Sela looked at herself in the mirror not wanting to take a shower. She felt so lazy lately that even the shower seemed like a hard task. Sela quickly thought of something better than a shower as she went to her dresser and pulled out her modest, white, two piece bathing suit. "I'll just go for a swim, I might even give that old gardener a nice show for him to enjoy." She though to herself as she slipped the bathing suit on.
The top covered her large breasts quite well and the bottom part was high cut and hung on her hips showing all of her long, lean legs. Sela grabbed her white robe, sunglasses, and the book she had been reading lately and made her way down the stairs out to her pool.
What she saw startled her. A young, shirtless, black man was digging around in her husband's garden. Sela was frightened at first thinking that perhaps he was an intruder but, then she rationalized that why would an intruder be digging in her husband's garden. Sela quickly slid on the shoes closest to her which turned out to be a pair of white heels as she slid the doors to her house open making a noise that made the young black man turn around. "He's cute at least" Sela said to herself as she checked out his chiseled body. He wasn't too muscular but, definitely cut. Sela's gazing of his body was interrupted as he said to her, "Oh hi you must be Mrs. Sherman." Sela was too startled to notice he called her by her husband's last name.
Sela replied with a smile, "Yep that's me, but, I don't know who you are." The man smiled and said, "Oh sorry I'm "T" Mrs. Sherman" Sela again didn't notice his mistake as he extended his large black hand to her. Sela smiled and shook his hand. "My husband left markers where the bushes should be..."
"Right I saw them I assumed that's what they were there for." T replied to Sela.
"Well seems your all set here I guess I'll just go over here and read my book." Sela said noticing that T was staring at her. "Ok Mrs. S" T said to her as he turned to get to work. Sela began to walk towards the pool when she turned around and said, "Ummm, what happened to our usual gardener?" T told her, "That's my pops he had a heart attack last week."
"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that." Sela said. T stared at her again and managed to say,"Don't worry it was mild he's resting so I'm taking care of his gardening commitments."
"Oh well, that's so sweet of you." Sela told him. "Oh by the way what does T stand for?" Sela asked. T looked at her and said, "It's short for Tyrese. Like the singer." Sela said, "Well, nice to meet you T." T replied, "Nicer meeting you Mrs. S."
"T don't call me that my name is Sela if you need me I'll be by the pool."
With that Sela turned and walked to the pool and set her things on the patio table. Sela then found out why T kept staring at her since she never tied her robe leaving him a nice view of her in her swimsuit. Also it didn't help that in a rush she put on high heels. Sela took off her robe and sat down on her lounge chair and opened her book to where she had bookmarked it.
The book was not as interesting as she would have liked but, at least she was getting some sun since she was normally very pale. Sela continued to try and stand the boring book but, finally closed the book and put it down. With her sunglasses on she could sit on the lounge chair and watch as T worked. Sela watched as he worked and studied the way the muscles in his moved as he dug the holes for the bushes about ot be planted. Sela found herself wondering what he would look like as he fucked. She checked out his nice ass as he bent over wearing his shorts.
Sela continued to watch this young black man fascinated since she had never really been alone with black people of any kind during her life. She hadn't had much experience talking to black people. Sela studied his shiny ebony body as he seemed to have taken a break from his hard work in the garden. T was sitting down and threw his head back letting the warm sun shine off his sweaty black body.
Sela loved watching him and studied his body. She noticed his muscular chest, down to his six pack, he had pretty thin legs and then something grabbed Sela's attention that almost made her sit up in attention from her leisurely position in the lounge chair. It seemed that T wasn't wearing any underwear. And since he was about 30 yards away she could almost make out something dangling down between his legs.