Wearing only her bra and skimpy panties she watches from her upstairs bedroom window as her grandmother struggles unloading her groceries from the back of her car. Grandma opens the hatch and tries to gather all the plastic bags by looping her fingers through the flimsy handles of the bags. Something slips and two cans roll out of the bags onto the driveway. Grandma reaches to grab the cans before they roll off the drive way and half of another bag spills onto the concrete.
"Grandma must realize that she can't get everything into the house in one trip," she thinks to herself, as her grandmother puts all the bags back into the car and begins to pick up the spilled items.
Something else catches her eye. Across the street she sees a construction worker standing up holding some big tool and watching her grandmother. She sees him put down the tool, unbuckle his tool belt, and drop it onto the ground. He picks up a rag and wipes his hands and his face, and then rubs the rag a couple of times across his bare chest. He drops the rag and begins walking across the street toward her grandmother.
She notices the sheen of sweat on the muscles of his upper arms and his lower abdomen, the sharp features of his tanned face, his work boots, and the noticeable bulge at the front of his tight jeans. A tingle goes from her brain straight to her pussy. She rubs the front of her legs and steps closer to the window.
He's says something now as he crosses the street. Grandma stops picking up items and looks at him. She says something back to him. He smiles and says something else. She stands up as he approaches the car and begins to pick up the spilled items. They continue talking to each other and smiling as he puts the spilled items back into the bags. Grandma steps back and he hands her a bag for each hand, gathers up the rest of the bags, and deftly closes the hatch of the car. He follows her grandmother up the driveway toward the house and she looks down on his black hair and the glare shining off the sweat on his shoulders. She feels her pussy getting wet and she crosses her arms under her breasts to stifle a shudder.
"I can't tell you how much of a help this is," Grandma says as she opens the front door.
"It's not a problem at all, ma'am," he replies as he holds the storm door open and follows her into the house. He gently kicks the front door closed and follows her into the kitchen.
"Just put those on the table," Grandma says. They place the bags of groceries on the kitchen table.
"Thank you so much! I was having a time out there," Grandma says. "Can I get you something to drink - some iced tea perhaps?"
"Oh, that's not necessary. I was glad to help," he says.
"Nonsense," Grandma says. "I'll get us some iced tea." She turns toward the refrigerator to get some cold tea and some ice from the freezer.
"Sure, that'll be fine. It is kind of hot out there and it's time for a break anyway," he replies.
Grandma fills some glasses with ice, pours tea into them, and hands him a glass.
"Thanks, ma'am." He takes a sip.
"Can I have some tea, too, Grandma?"
They both turn and see her standing at the entrance to the kitchen. She has slipped some shorts on, but is still only wearing her bra on top.
"It's really hot in here, too," she adds.
Grandma tilts her head slightly and raises her eyebrows a tad as she sees the way her granddaughter is dressed.
"Oh, this is my granddaughter, Madelene. We call her Maddie," Grandma says.
"Maddie, this fine gentleman helped me in with the groceries - Oh, I don't even know your name!"
"Axle, ma'am. Everybody calls me Ax." He puts his hand out to Grandma and she shakes it.
"Pleased to meet you, Ax. I'm Mrs. Danridge. I'll get you some tea, Maddie." She turns back to the refrigerator.
Ax puts out his hand to Maddie. "Hello, Maddie. I'm Ax."
She grasps his hand and its size and firmness overwhelms her hand. He stares at her chest and his gaze drops to her tight shorts, then down her legs to her feet. Her pussy gushes some more.
"No shoes, huh?"
"Yeah. Like I said, it's really hot in here."
"Here's some tea, Maddie," Grandma says as she hands Maddie a glass full of ice cubes and tea. "I've got to put these groceries away."
"Can I help you, Grandma?" asks Maddie.
"No, I'll do it and make sure everything is put away in its right place." She begins working on the groceries.
Ax and Maddie stare at each other holding their glass of iced tea.
"You wanna see my room?" Maddie asks.
"Ah, sure. I guess so," Ax replies as he glances over at Grandma. Grandma ignores them as she puts items into the cupboard.
"Okay, c'mon," Maddie says as she turns, giving Ax a profile of her chest, then the narrow strap holding her bra up, and her butt contained within those tight shorts.
Ax licks his lips, sucks his work-hardened gut in and follows her down the hall, up the stairs, and down the hall to her room. She opens it, steps in, and leaves the door open. He follows her into the room.
"Close the door," she says.
"Okay." He closes the door firmly and turns and stands in front of it. She stands in the middle of the room and looks back at him.
She sips at her tea, then rubs the glass on the side of her left breast.
"It's really hot in here, don't you think, Ax?"
Ax ignores her question and looks around the room - a desk with a chair, a computer, and some books and papers; a pink chest of drawers with a bunch of stuff on top of it; what looks like running gear - shoes, shorts, a tank top, and a sports bra - piled in the corner; a closet with the door open; and a hamper with clothes, underwear, and a bra spilling over the top; a full length mirror; another dresser with some of the drawers open; a double bed with pink and yellow sheets with the covers turned down.
He looks at her and asks, "Do you usually invite men you've just met into your bedroom?"
"Only when they're nice to my Grandma ... and they're already half-naked ... and it's really hot out."
"I see. Nice room. What will your grandmother think? How old are you, anyway?"
"I'm nineteen, I go to college, and I work. In fact, I have to leave in a little while for work. And Grandma's cool. How old are you?"
"Older than that."
"Yeah, how much older?"
"I'm twenty six. Probably an old man to you."
"Not necessarily. Don't you think it's hot in here?" She dips her fingers into her iced tea and drips the cold liquid on her chest between her breasts.
"I think it's fucking hot." She emphasizes the word FUCKING.
"You could open your window."
"Yeah, I could." She pauses then asks coyly, "What else could I do?"
"I guess you could take some more of your clothes off." He pauses. "Would you like me to help you?"
She smiles and walks up next to him.
"Turn around." She turns around with her back to him.
He unsnaps her bra strap.
"Turn around." She turns around with her front to him.
He reaches up and pulls her bra off and over her arms. He drops it onto the floor. She pushes her chest out. His cock hardens.
He looks down at her breasts. "Nice tits."
"Are you cooler yet?" he asks.
"Not much."
He reaches into his glass, takes an ice cube out, and touches it to her left nipple.
"How about now?" he asks as he rubs the ice cube around her hardening nipple. Melted ice drips down her belly.
