I kept the rider mower going at full speed as I approached the ramp up to the truck bed. Metal clanked loudly when I hit it. I killed the engine once it leveled out in the truck bed moments before I bonked into the back of the truck. I dropped my sweat-drenched shirt and approached the house shirtless.
Mrs. Chen answered the door wearing something that looked like a sweater poncho and a simple pair of shorts. She had brown skin, but her legs were far too pale, like they hadn't seen any sun all summer long. Her arms and face had a better complexion.
"I finished mowing the lawn and am ready to lay down some seed."
"That's a terrible pick-up line."
"Is it working?"
"Your abs are what's working for me, now come in quick before you look suspicious." She rubbed my chest once the front door was closed. The house was dark, the thick curtains blocking every bit of sunlight.
My hands went for her ass. She still had a great ass for her age. Probably does lots of yoga. She turned head as I leaned in for a kiss. She was easy to bed the first time I mowed her grass, but she was always reluctant on kissing. I nibbled on her ear lobe instead while my hands reached under her sweater. Her stomach was toned, yoga. Soon after that my hands were brushing against the underside of her breasts. She never wore a bra when the shirt was baggy. Her breasts were on the smaller side, probably a benefit at her age. They were still fun to squeeze.
Soon her shorts were off. Not long I had her on the couch. My tongue played with her clit as my hands roamed her thighs. Her hands roamed my back, her fingernails digging into my skin. I liked that, knowing that I was driving her wild.
I didn't like eating her out as much as I feel like I should. There was hair in my nose and the smell was not something I enjoyed, but damn did I like to hear her scream. You'd think the neighbors would hear, but it was a nice house. Big house, big yard, probably good insulation. Neighbors probably had good insulation in their big house after the sound crossed their big yard too. Maybe the neighbor's gardener could hear muffles if they weren't running any machinery.
After she came she pushed me onto the ground. Her kisses on my chest were more like attacks. Not quite biting me, but sometimes I'd feel the scrap of her teeth on my pecks or abs. She never kissed me on the mouth, but these love bites on my chest before she fucked my brains out were something else.
Her hands briefly left my chest as she climbed on top of my dick, but they returned quickly once she was in position. Her hands followed the lines between my defined muscles. Her long nails periodically nicked my skin. Not that I complained as she was vigorously riding my cock.
My hands reached under her sweater poncho and wrapped around her skinny waist, yoga. I squeezed her tight and then pushed my hands up to her breasts. I grabbed those roughly as well, pulled her down towards me. She didn't come close enough to kiss, she never did. Her hands on my chest were able to keep enough distance between our faces while she continued to wiggle her hips around my cock. She was in constant motion and moaning nearly every second of it until I came.
Afterwards she was quick to climb off me. A towel came from somewhere that she threw at me to dry off. Soon that towel along with her panties and shorts were in the wash while she was sporting a new pair of yoga pants.
I wandered over to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade while she was returning the living room to how it looked before. I didn't even notice that we moved the couch, but she was busy adjusting it as if we had. By the time she was done the couch was on the other side of the room. I guess if you can't conceal a change then it's best to make the change look intentional.
Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes when she finally joined me in the kitchen. She was clearly eager for me to leave, but I needed a minute of rest in the air conditioning before I went off to my next job.
We sat in silence until we were interrupted by the front door opening. Mrs. Chen's eyes grew wide, but I just shrugged and turned to greet the visitor.
Standing in the doorway was a younger version of Mrs. Chen. Smoother skin and a bit tanner, especially the legs though her shorts came all the way down to just above the knee. Her hair was longer and straightened. Her skin tighter. Her waist and breasts were both a bit larger than her mom's. That I didn't mind at all.
"Drew, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm the new landscaper. Just getting a drink before I'm off to the next house." I didn't let on that I didn't recognize her back.
"What happened to you? You're covered in cuts."
Mrs. Chen clenched her jaw, but I responded naturally without dropping a beat. "Yea that pricker bush or small tree you've got in the corner. I was mowing by it, not paying attention, tripped over a rock and in I went."
"Oh no. Are you alright?"
I shrugged. "Just some minor scratches. I'll be alright."
"Might be a sign. Aren't you a little old to be pushing your lawnmower from door to door?"
"Preteens aren't going to do your edges right."
"You're right. The yard does look good."
"It looks damn good."
She giggled.
Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes. "Abigail, I didn't know you two knew each other."
"Yea," she replied. "We had math together last year."
"That's right," I declared a little too loudly. "You were one of the smart kids in that class."
She giggled again and twirled a finger into her hair. "I'm sure you did well too."
I laughed. "You clearly did not see my test scores. If I get ten more customers then I won't need to go back for senior year."
"What? You can't drop out of school?"
"We're 18 now. They can't force us anymore."
"Won't you miss it?"
"I'll miss some people," I said with a smile.
Abigail giggled again.
* * *
From that day on Abigail always seemed to be around when I was mowing their lawn. A lot of times she'd be practicing with her soccer ball and I'd have to kick her off the lawn so I could get to work. We'd banter and laugh while Mrs. Chen scowled from the kitchen window. I missed my afternoon fucks with Mrs. Chen, but banging her daughter would be a definite upgrade.
Abigail was hot, but it's no surprise I didn't ever notice her at school. The dolled up princesses on the cheerleading squad where a whole other level. Abigail never showed any cleavage, but she still wasn't dressed that conservatively. Still, she also didn't know how to highlight her attributes. For one her shorts were way too damn long for how beautiful those legs were. The natural girl next door look suited her well, but she needed to learn to use small amounts of make-up to highlight and accentuate.
When the first dance of the school year came around, Abigail was naturally my first pick, although it didn't seem naturally to anyone else. The kids at school had no idea how much leg work I had already put in buttering her up. Abigail acting shocked when I asked her, but she excitedly said yes, which was all I needed. She literally jumped up and down and then ran inside to talk to her mom about dresses.
Mrs. Chen was less than pleased. "You cannot go out with her."
"She'd be heartbroken if I break it off now."
"You can go as friends. But you be a gentleman and keep your hands off her."
"I mean it's a dance so there will be some touching."
"What is wrong with you? You don't see me trying to fuck your dad."
