Amanda felt weary, but she didn't know why - perhaps it was the weather. It was a warm day so after hurrying home from her job as a teacher at an exclusive girls' school, she changed into shorts and T-shirt and poured herself a generous gin and tonic. She sat in her favourite chair and tried to keep awake while flicking through some student essays.
And then IT started. That infernal man and his lawnmower. The apartment block that Amanda lived in hired an old guy to come and mow the grass once a month. Fortunately she was usually at work when he came. She read a few more attempts by the girls to explain the doppler effect and then felt overwhelmed.
"I bet the grass doesn't even need mowing." she mumbled, "He only does it often to get extra money. If only I wasn't stuck here on the ground floor of a crumbling building. Those girls I teach would at least have a penthouse on the top floor. Perhaps I need to find a rich boyfriend. But I haven't even had a poor boyfriend. Those girls at school are always talking about the boys they have 'had' and what they are like."
She walked over to the window for a scowl. As the mower-man came around the corner of the garden she saw that it wasn't the usual old guy, but a boy of about 19 pushing the mower. He was sweating in the hot sun and his T-shirt was sticking to his chest. But what she really liked was his shorts. They were tight and stimulated her imagination. When he pushed the mower away from her window she could admire his perfect rear end. Each step caused the shorts to tighten over one of his buttocks. Left-right, left-right. The legs protruding from the shorts were brown and largely hairless.
"Hmm, I wonder whether his butt is hairy. I like the idea of a bare-looking arse on a boy. No monkeys for me!"
While Amanda watched and fantasised, he young fellow went up and down the lawn. She wondered about the bulge in the front of his shorts and wondered what the truth was about men. The girls at school talked in terms of inches. Could 8 inches really fit in such a space?
And then the mower man stopped. He peeled off his T-shirt and hung it on the fence.
"Well at least his chest is only slightly hairy," thought Amanda. "But he does have a line of hair running down from his navel. That's an interesting mystery. And he doesn't have those huge muscles that some guys have from too much gym work."
And then a thought struck - "He must be thirsty and I have some lemonade in the fridge."
So with the help of ice cubes, Amanda filled a large glass and walked out to the garden. When the mower came around the corner the guy looked up with surprise. "Well, thank you madam. That's just what I need!"
Amanda handed over the glass and said "If you bring the glass in later, I'll refill it for you." She couldn't keep her eyes off his smiling face and trim body.
About 20 minutes later the infernal noise stopped and she saw the young man packing the mower into his van. "This is my chance," she schemed as she removed her T-shirt and bra and put on a flimsy blouse. "The girls at school all talk of flashing their tits when they want a result."
A knock on the door told her that the moment had come. She opened the door to see the young fellow standing there, still without T-shirt and dripping with perspiration.
"Come in and I'll get you some more to drink and turn the fan on. My name is Amanda, by the way."
"Thanks again, I'm Arthur."
Arthur soon finished the second glass of lemonade.
"Take a seat here at the kitchen table," Amanda offered. "All your sweat won't bother the wooden chairs."
"I'm sorry about the sweat, but I'm not used to this heat. Fortunately this is my last job for the day. I'm filling in for my father who is unwell. I'll go home and have a shower and change into clean clothes."
Amanda had learned a trick from listening to the schoolgirls talk. She quietly undid her top blouse button and leaned over the table towards Arthur and took his empty glass. "Need another refill?"
Arthur kept his eyes firmly on the opening of the blouse and didn't look up while he said "Not just yet, thanks Amanda. I really should be getting along."
"You are still very wet, why don't you take a shower here before you go? I'll put your clothes in the washer and dryer on a quick cycle and they be done soon after you are. I'll just find you a towel."
Arthur made excuses, but by the time he had finished Amanda had found a bath towel and was ushering Arthur into the shower.
"Just throw your clothes out the door and I'll deal with them. You can come out wearing the towel when you are ready."
Amanda went out and collecte the T-shirt from the fence, and when she returned the shorts and undies were on the floor outside the bathroom. She put them in the washing machine.
"I wonder what the next move is," she thought. Perhaps I'll undo one more button and put on more perfume. She felt tingling between her legs.
Arthur came out of the shower with the towel around his middle and his long hair wet and clumped over his face.
"You need a comb and perhaps another towel," Amanda commented.
"No, just a comb thanks," replied Arthur. "I'll go out in the sun to dry my hair."
Amanda found a new comb and handed it to Arthur who returned to the bathroom to use the mirror. She then found a second towel and took it into the bathroom. She was shocked to see Arthur standing in front of the mirror with his back to her and his head wrapped in the first towel and working it furiously to dry his hair. He didn't see her, but she saw his naked butt. And yes, it was hairless and very cute. She silently turned and left Arthur to his hair.
After a few minutes, Arthur returned to the kitchen. Amanda was transferring his clothes to the dryer, while trying to maintain her composure.
"How about that third drink now?" she asked. "Take a seat and I'll fix you something more interesting than lemonade."
While Arthur made himself comfortable, Amanda poured a generous gin-and-tonic for both of them. Again she leaned over the table to Arthur to place the drink in front of him. Again Arthur's eyes gave him away.
They sat and chatted. Arthur explained that he had finished school and was planning on going to college next month. His father had taken advantage of Arthur's break to have his hernia repaired. Amanda explained that she had a degree in science and was trying to get posh girls interested in the subject. Most were bored with science and seemed to talk only of their sexual adventures.
"They make me feel so old," Amanda said.
"But you look very young and attractive," Arthur said rather gallantly.
"Not as young and attractive as you," Amanda said, realising that it was the gin talking.
