It was a usual day, go to some old fat bitch's house, mow the lawn, cut the bushes into shape, get paid, go home. Thrilling. I rolled up to the house I had to clean up in the morning, with my trailer with all the rakes and that I would need. I strolled up to the door and rang the door bell. It was one of those expensive crappy tune ones, so I knew this bitch would have divorced her wealthy husband and taken the house car and whatever and leaving him to look after the kids, bitch!
She door slowly opened. Not by a butler, surprisingly, but by a beautiful 25ish blonde. She was still tired and only wearing her panties, teddy and nylons. She knew she was at the door half-naked, she didn't care, her large breasts straining against her silk teddy, nipples poking through. "Yes..." she moaned.
"Jim's Mowing, ma'am - I'm here to cut your lawn."
Her beautiful blue eyes opened wide, "Ooohhh, yeah I forgot about you coming, please come in." I didn't know why she was inviting me in, but I walked into her house, all arty farty and rich.
"Nice place" I commented. She took me into the kitchen where she poured herself some bourbon, possibly to wake her up a little. She knocked it back and offered me some. I refused because I didn't want to get drunk and get sacked, I needed the money.
She got me to sit down on a stool by a bench and told me she was going to put some clothes on. She went off into the next room, which happened to be the lounge room, and where I could still see her she bent over, showing off her perfectly shaped thighs and put her fingers in the sides of her panties. To my amazement she pulled them down right there, exposing her sweet little pussy to anybody who wanted to see. She slid them down her long legs and kicked them into a corner. She stood back up and looked around puzzled, and, before she noticed that I had been watching her, I turned my head back around and stared at some sort of statue with a massive cock sticking out of it, pointing across the room. I looked a little closer, the cock was wet! Dirty thoughts flooded my mind as she came back into the kitchen.
"I can't find my fucking clothes!" she screamed, stupid bitch!" She opened up her 3 million litre fridge, which was mainly filled with ice cream, whipped cream, and various health food junk that looked like it had never been touched. "I should get out to those lawns, ma'am," I said stupidly.
"No!" she shouted, "I'm paying you to be here, so sit!"
Sure thing I thought, nothing like getting paid to stare at pussy!
The alcohol started to kick into her and she pulled out a small bucket of ice cream. It had been sitting in the fridge, not the freezer, so it was a little runny. She came back around to the other side of the bench and plonked it down in front of me and opened it up. I looked in, it was some sort of expensive triple layer gourmet shit which most people call chocolate ice cream. She dipped her finger into it and put it up towards my mouth. "Taste it," she beckoned. I wrapped my lips around her finger and licked off the ice cream with my tongue, making her giggle.
"It's good," I replied. She dipped her finger in again and tasted the flavors.