LAWN SERVICE
This is the female half of the writers. It is pure fiction. All names and actions happening in the story are made up and are legal age in the story. This was another attempt to do 750 words that failed. I seem to be good at about 1500 words for my short ones.
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I am a work from home type mom. My employment allows 100% remote work. My husband plods into work every day. Our two kids are both in college now. One is a freshman, and the other is a sophomore. They are away, as in a plane flight away at college. So, I am an empty nester, and being home alone during the day leads me to explore my own feelings, wants, and desires. Over the last few months, I have discovered when it comes to sex, I am very sensory motivated. I love the sound and scent and taste and feel of sex. I dwelled obsessively on ways other men could contribute to how sexy I felt, smelled, and tasted.
Thursday afternoon at about 1:20, I heard the mower in the backyard. I looked out to see Dillion, the 20-year-old young man that has been cutting our yard since he was 12. He went from a few lawns and his dad's mower to a Lawn care service with a truck trailer and several types of mowers and accessories in just 8 years. He is an extremely handsome. He is in very good shape, interracial young man. As he said once, "My dad is black black, and my mom is lily white, me, I be caramel, sweet delicious and a fun treaty." Of course, he did not say it to me. He said that to my son when my son asked why all the girls chased him.
I had just finished my yoga, followed by Tia Chi. I stood by the sink, looking out the kitchen window while all this ran through my overactive brain. I was still in my hot pink booty workout shorts. And a very baggy tank top that had big arm-hole cutouts. Lots of side boobs. If I bent over, total exposure from the side. I was also very sweaty, and this was to the point the shorts had stuck in a camel toe and showed my booty more than designed. No bra or panties since I was home alone.
Suddenly, there was no mower noise. I hurried, got the cash out of my purse and, laid it on the dining table, and then got back to my kitchen duties of getting him a glass of ice water I always have for him when done and then back to pots and pan washing. He came through the patio doors, picked up the cash, and grabbed the glass of water/
"Thanks again, Dillion, for always doing such a good job on the yard. How you been doing with your business this summer?" I asked this without even giving a second thought as I was scrubbing a pan that I had burnt a grilled cheese in. I probably should have paid attention.
