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In the winter months my landscaping business becomes a snow clearing service. I don’t actually do much of the work myself but I do man the phones, send the guys wherever they need to go and try to keep the customers happy.
This winter we’ve only had three storms so far and business has been slow. Earlier this week we were due to get snow and the clients were all calling ahead of time to make sure they were on the schedule.
The last two storms were at the weekend and nobody cares too much what time we show up if they don’t have to handle school runs and commuting.
We juggled things around as best we could to try and keep everybody satisfied. We make sure the tough driveways with steep gradients are well taken care of ahead of the easier ones and generally offer assurance that we will eventually get to everybody. Sometimes it means going out twice. It also depends on the storm window and almost inevitably we’re starting before the snow has finished. This was one such occasion.
The lady in question had called the office to make sure she was on our schedule. She needed to be out early in the morning. Her Mercedes rear wheel drive wasn’t good on snow and she really hoped we could help. One of my guys cleared her driveway at about 6am.
The snow kept falling and at 8am she called again to ask if we could come back. In her thoughts there was no way she could get the car out on the two inches of loose powder that had fallen since we’d last been. She pointed out that the snow wasn’t going to stop any time soon. I noted her address and number and cast my mind back to summer. If I had the right recollection she was well worth my personal attention.
Besides, all the crews were off and working, the phones were pretty quiet. I switched the telephone line over to the answer mode. There isn’t a plough on the truck I was taking so I grabbed two shovels and four bags of rock salt and headed out.
I parked on the street, not wanting to compress the snow on her driveway. I rang the doorbell. A stunning brunette answered the door, dressed in pajamas. She was about 28 years old, about 5’7”, gorgeous blue eyes. Her hair was clipped to the top of her head. I could see the curves of her tits and the shadowy outline of her nipples clearly through the thin white top of her pajamas. A very shapely figure propped one foot on top of the other keeping one bare foot off the cold marble floor in the her foyer. This had the effect of accentuating the gorgeous curves between her waist and hips and especially when she switched feet.
I started to explain who I was but she’d figured that out already “the shovel gives you away.” She had a gorgeous smile and a flirtatious twinkle in her eye. Wow!
“I thought you’d wait ‘til the snow finished.” She added.
I told her I could have but thought she needed to get out and on the road.