It was the hottest day in town for the past twenty years. Jane was watching the weather forecast from the living room of her grandmother's house, fanning herself and grimacing as the swamp cooler strained to keep the temperature in the house below 80 degrees. Jane glanced at her watch and groaned in disgust. Her mom had wheedled her into watching the house so the handy man wouldn't steal anything and now he was almost thirty minutes late. And there was nothing to do in this old house!
Before Jane could finish her complaints, she heard a loud knock at the door. Jane hurried to answer and caught her breath in surprise when she saw him standing there. It must have been the handyman but Jane had expected one of the local winos or one of the illegal immigrants from around town her family usually hired. At the door stood a black man with a shaved head, slightly above average height but not too tall, with arms so large they strained the thin fabric of the white t-shirt he wore. Her eyes flicked down from his face as she noted how the t-shirt stretched over his broad chest. She looked up at his face into his wide brown eyes underneath sharply arched eyebrows. His mouth was curling itself in a bemused frown as he opened his mouth to speak, seemingly oblivious to Jane silently undressing him with her eyes.
"My name is Deshawn. I was supposed to be here to do some yard work at 1. I am so sorry that I am late. I got lost," Deshawn blurted out, all the while grimacing and sweating in the late summer heat on the doorstep. "Are you the homeowner?" Deshawn was more than a little surprised. The woman he had spoken to on the phone was older, middle aged at least. In front of him stood a petite red-head in her early twenties at the most, Deshawn was doing his best to check her out discreetly while apologizing, but he couldn't help but marvel over her pert breasts underneath the tank top she was wearing. The hem of the shirt didn't quite reach the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and left her cute belly button and flat stomach exposed. Deshawn's eyes quickly flicked down and he had to fight the urge to lick his lips as he examined her tightly muscled legs underneath lightly tanned skin leading up to her short shorts. Even with the tan, she had a freckles sprinkled on her arms and face.
Jane laughed, "No that's my mom! She had me put the ad out and you probably talked to her on the phone. I'm Jane."
"Oh! I was going to say that you looked and sounded much younger in person than you did on the phone!"
At this point they both laughed and Deshawn left for the tool shed to get started working on the yard. Jane shut the door and bit her lip, daydreaming slightly about what she had just seen. The afternoon might not be so bad after all! Jane sauntered over to the couch and plopped down on the couch, fanning herself absentmindedly with the local newspaper.
Jane awoke with a start, somewhat surprised that she'd allowed herself to fall asleep. She stretched and cursed softly. She looked around ruefully remembering the handyman who she was supposed to be supervising.
"I wonder what he's up to" Jane murmured to herself. Pushing herself up from the couch she went to the window of the living room. She parted the blinds just in time to catch Deshawn standing shirtless in the blistering sun, sweat glistening on his brown skin, pouring water from a jug over his head. Water splashed on his upturned face and cascaded over his broad chest. Individual droplets dribbled slowly over rippling abdominal muscles. Jane lingered at the window, admiring as Deshawn's naked upper body shimmered in the sun. Deshawn tossed the jug aside in a growing pile of rubbish in the yard and returned to clearing brush from the yard and was soon out of view of the window. Jane sighed, a little disappointed that the peepshow had ended.
Deshawn was cursing softly under his breath as he strained under the weight of the log he was moving. Deshawn had been clearing brush and throwing away garbage that had accumulated while the house had been vacant. Sweat was dripping down his face and stinging his eyes. Deshawn could feel the rough bark digging into the skin across his sloping trapezius muscles and the back of his neck. He'd been working continuously for a couple of hours and the heat was beginning to get to him. His mouth was dry despite the enormous amounts of water he was consuming and he had begun to tire.
"Hey!"
Deshawn turned at the sound of Jane's voice. Deshawn turned in her direction and for a moment wondered if he was hallucinating. Deshawn's jaw dropped as his mind registered what he was seeing β Jane stood in front of him wearing sunglasses and a tiny leopard skin bikini holding a pitcher of lemonade and some plastic cups. The brown, black and tan colors in the leopard print on the fabric of Jane's bikini perfectly set off her skin and red hair, and her pert breasts peeked out from the underside of the cups of her halter top style bikini. Deshawn licked his lips appreciatively, forgetting that she would likely see his reaction.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Yeah thanks!"
Deshawn took another step toward the wood pile he'd been building and tossed the log in its general direction with a grunt. The log landed with a thud and Deshawn strode in Jane's direction arm outstretched eager to take the drink and get a closer look at Jane's gorgeously displayed body.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
Deshawn took a cup and gulped lemonade shamelessly ogling Jane's breasts. "I wonder how she'd look wearing just the sunglasses" he thought to himself as he drained the rest of his lemonade.
"Trying to get a little sun?"
"Yeah, it's a nice day, so I thought I'd lay out for a little while".
Deshawn nodded, still shamelessly checking out Jane's shapely legs and flat belly.
"Well I better get back to work..."
Deshawn turned but pulled up short at the sound of Jane's voice.
"Wait!"
Deshawn turned to see Jane holding a tube of suntan.
"Can you help me put this on? I burn really easily without it."
"Sure!"
Jane handed him the lotion and turned away slowly, smiling to herself at the reaction her bikini had gotten out of Deshawn. She bent at the waist casually and spread out her towel knowing that Deshawn was enjoying the view of her firm buttocks in the string bikini β it was a Brazilian cut that covered slightly more than a thong but still left a large portion of her ass exposed to sunlight and was cut extremely low in the front as well. Deshawn gaped as he watched Jane's ass from behind. He just wanted to reach out and squeeze both cheeks with his hand β in fact he would in a minute, had she not invited him to when she asked him to rub lotion on her? Deshawn squeezed a generous amount of lotion on his hand and reached for Jane's shoulder blades as she lay on her towel supporting her head on her arms. Deshawn began massaging suntan lotion into Jane's back and shoulders in slow languorous circles. Jane moaned softly.
"That feels good!"
"I am glad you like it."
Deshawn kept rubbing and soon was rubbing against the straps of Jane's bikini top.
"Let me get that out of your way."
Deshawn didn't answer and silently held his breath as Jane reached behind her neck and quickly united her bikini top. Not satisfied with that she reached for the middle of her back and slowly pulled at the string of her bikini top until it was completely loose and both sides of her top lay open at her sides. Now she lay in front of Deshawn completely topless but on her belly. The curve of her breasts was visible from the sides but the ground protected her modesty. Deshawn gaped at her body from behind his incredulous gaze traveling from where he knelt at her shapely, toned thighs, over her tiny leopard skin bikini bottoms, up the smooth curve of her back to the red and blonde curls of her hair covering the back of her neck and shoulders. Recovering himself, he pushed her hair aside and resumed application of the suntan lotion.
Jane lay still on her belly enjoying the feeling of Deshawn's hands on her body, groaning softly as he kneaded the muscles of her back gently and slowly. As Deshawn's hands traveled down her back Jane could feel her face and her groin get warm in anticipation of Deshawn's hands on her ass. Deshawn took his time and rubbing the small of her low back and Jane held her breath in anticipation waiting for the welcome feeling of large hands cupping her butt cheeks. She exhaled in disappointment when she felt his hands instead on the back of her legs. Deshawn worked his way methodically down her hamstrings and calves, carefully working lotion into every inch of her body but neglecting her buttocks. Seemingly satisfied with his work, Deshawn began to rise.
"Can you do my butt too? What you were doing felt really good!"
"Are you sure? I didn't know if I should since that seemed a little personal."
"It's ok, go ahead."
Not needing any more encouragement, Deshawn quickly squeezed more lotion onto his hands and began massaging Jane's buttocks. He was instantly impressed with how springy and smooth her butt was under his hands. Unable to resist, Jane moaned and squirmed slightly under his touch. Deshawn continued massaging and squeezing her ass, stopping reluctantly when he finally concluded he'd delayed long enough. Deshawn rose and exhaled as he stood over Jane's prone body.