-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll probably find some mistakes.-
" 12 o'clock. Only ten minutes before she arrives. " Larry thought. " She" is Veronica, Venus he likes to call her, and she's the girl they hired to mow the lawn. Sitting on his patio near the pool, he closes his eyes and summons her image in his mind. Barely eighteen, so she says, Veronica only lives a few blocks away, yet her had never seen her in all the years her lived here. Only when he placed an add saying that he was looking for someone to mow his lawn did she surprise him by knocking on his door. When she told him that she was there for the job, he hired her on the spot. Larry still remembers what she looked like on this first meeting; her lean legs were wrapped inside a thin and stretchy material a lot like lycra and she only had on a tight tee-shirt with the bottom ripped away which barely covered her breasts. Her auburn hair looked quite long but they were all tied up in a knot just above her neck. Add to that a smile to die for which could easily turn into a beautiful laugh, glowing green eyes and a confident attitude that made her look even sexier. After he told her to come back the next day for the lawn, he decided that she must wreak havoc with the guys at school.
The reason that Larry had to hire someone is that he broke his arm at the beginning of the summer. His cast is now off, but the arm is still a bit weak. He knows that he could do the work by himself, but he enjoys Venus's company and sight too much... It's now mid July so since the accident he saw Veronica quite often and they got along fine. Often he would invite her to a refreshing juice on the patio and gladly allow her to jump in the pool after she finished. It only took her about an hour to do all the work, but on some hot days, she would work quite a sweat and the pool felt nearly as good as the fifteen bucks he gave to her each time she came. She always brought her one-piece swimsuit, a sexy black one, and he liked, of course, to follow each and every line that would hide or reveal her young body. So between the first and second time she came, he bought a pair of black sunglasses. He's only thirty, but too old to be ashamed to stare at her even if she doesn't know it, and she's too young to care. In fact, he thinks that she might enjoy his stares as silent compliments. " Only five minutes now... "
Riding her bike in Larry's driveway, Veronica slowed down to a stop beside the stairs that led to the deck. " Only an hour before I can get in that pool, only an hour. I hope that Larry's there so that he can see the little surprise I have for him... " Climbing up the stairs she was relieved to see him sitting there, listening to some funky music. After the usual chitchat, Veronica sat down on a chair near him and waited a few minutes before going to work. Trying hard to contain any smile that would reveal her intentions, she tried to look as casual as she could...
But it was all but impossible for Larry not to notice something. The second he saw her climbing the stairs, he was awed by her beauty. The heat and bike ride worked together to create a thin film of sweat all over her body. Under the sun, her legs looked like they were really glowing and her neck, exposed by the braided hair, was also shining like thousands of tiny diamonds. With his sunglasses on, the only worry he had was to keep his head straight even if his eyes were locked on her legs. Today they simply didn't want to end; yes she had running shoes on, but then her thighs were as bare as could be without looking indecent. She was wearing jeans cut-offs. No, she was wearing cut-offs of jeans cut-offs. Larry wondered how the fabric could hold together without falling apart; the usually horizontal line that define the bottom edges of cut-offs was now a definite" V", inviting the eyes to the nearly bared crotch. Then, when she turned a bit, he saw that in addition to being cut extremely high on her hip, the seams on each side were torn, uncovering even more skin. Then there was her top. Under a tight tank top, she seemed to be wearing a bikini, a red bikini. The red lines peeking out on her shoulders confirmed that theory; she was not wearing her usual swimsuit but an extremely revealing bikini.
Then she sat down in front of him, pulling the nearest chair even closer. While they innocently talked, Veronica slowly began to work on him. Pulling her arms above her head to stretch herself, she pushed her breasts against the clinging white top. Then she even pushed this to letting her head fall back while arching her back forward adding to the amazing effect. Larry could hardly talk straight during those few but delicious seconds. He had always like her breasts, liked how full and round they were, how they stood high on her chest and how proud her nipples were; high on her breasts, upturned and ready to harden as soon as she would step in the pool. But now, the way she displayed them before his eyes was simply irresistible. Did she really believe he could simply stay there and do nothing? It looks like it and, indeed, he didn't do a thing. Too shy, uncertain...
But Veronica didn't wait too long before doing something else. Moving around in her chair, she dared to place one of her legs on the little table in front of her (and him: they were sitting face to face). But not with her leg straight out; oh no, she pulled the table closer to her and raised her knee more than anything else. Lewdly exposing herself to him, she stayed that way a few minutes. When he saw her lifting her leg on the table, Larry couldn't believe his eyes. Opening her legs to him, she was plainly trying to" seduce" him; more like "arouse" him. He even saw, when she began to move her knee left to right with the music, a few flashes of her red bikini bottom peeking out of the cut-offs. Hiding the fact that he was shaking a little, Larry got up and went to the kitchen to get another drink.