I grabbed my gardening tools out of my old beaten up Ford truck. Her rule was that I parked it way back tucked behind the mansion. Senator James didn't want my old beater truck parked in out in full view. She didn't want it ruining the view of her house, and perfectly manicured lawn.
She presented herself as the perfect law abiding citizen. In reality she was truly a party animal who had wild sex parties. She cheated on her old millionaire husband with just about anyone. All that didn't matter because she paid me well. She paid me more than the other rich stingy neighbors I worked for. It was part cash for doing the work, and part hush money for what I found on her lawn. The rule was all the evidence had to be gone before the sun came up. Her party guest would usually stumble out of the house in the early morning hours just as I showed up.
She probably thought I was just another gardening guy she hired. I certainly made no effort to present myself as female. I wore dirty denim blue jeans and old buttoned up plaid shirts. A khaki baseball cap hid most of my face, and my short red hair was always tucked underneath.
On the really hot days I would come back in the late evening to finish the yard work. Senator James would be would be tanning on the veranda at the far side of her mansion. She was very secretive about it. I was the only person who ever saw her tanning. It was weird she was so self conscious during the day, but had wild sex parties all night.
I would slowly trim the bushes at the side of the house. I could have used my electric trimmer but chose the handheld ones. I wanted to take my time, and be able to peek at her while she tanned in her blue sun-lounger.
She was a tall and beautiful dark-skinned woman. I grew up in this small Midwest town and never saw anyone with skin as dark as hers. Her pretty long legs would stretch all the way down to the bottom of her blue sun lounger. Her breasts were of absolutely perfection. On a few occasions she would tan topless, thinking that nobody was looking at her. She was so busy singing loudly to her music that she wouldn't notice me peeking at her. My green eyes would light up while she rubbed tanning lotion on her big naked breasts. She would turn over on her belly and stick her thick butt in the air. I wish she would ask me to lotion up her back. Oh, I could only dream.
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I would fantasize about her every once in awhile. I would picture myself gently rubbing lotion all over the senator's half-naked body. I had been with other girls before, but nobody as remotely as attractive as Senator James.
Most of the chicks I'd be with I met at the local lesbian bar. They pretty much dressed and looked the way I did. Most of them had short haircuts and wore denim. Every once in awhile a pretty well dressed woman would come in to the bar and have a drink. She was usually someone's girlfriend or was just lost. I never even knew what a black chick looked like until I laid eyes on the half naked senator.
Why would Senator James be interested in me? A freckled-face garden worker who looked like a guy? She was a tall beautiful black woman with a great job. She was wealthy and got anything her heart desired. She had all these hot guys over all the time. If she decided she was into women, I'm sure she would find another hot woman in town.
I needed to stop dreaming about her and focus on my work. I was starting to get a little bit weak at the knees. I needed to stop staring at her half-naked body while she sipped her ice cold lemonade. Her big sunglasses covered most of her perfect face, except her cute nose and thick purple lips. Her perfect breasts didn't even sag, they just stuck out like near perfect circles. Oh, how I wanted to kiss her soft lips and suck softly on those big ole jugs. I glass of ice cold lemonade wouldn't be so bad. I hummed to myself as I drove the electric lawn mower across the senator's massive lawn.
Just as I was about finished, it started pouring like crazy. We had a lot of rain and flooding here in the Midwest. I was pretty good at checking but the forecast didn't call for any rain. I quickly drove the mower to an overhang at the side of her mansion. All my clothes were drenched from the sudden downpour.
I very reluctantly walked up to the front of the house and rang the bell.
"Come in, your drenched." She said.
She glanced at my soaking wet clothing. I was surprised she answered the door. She must have been in the house for awhile because she was all dressed up. It looked like she was heading out to one of her important political events. She had on a light blue blouse under her black blazer. Her black miniskirt came up just above her knees. Her long soft black hair was brushed down straight over her shoulders.
"Let me get you some clothes." She said, heading to her room.
I stole a peek at her perfect black booty that was pushing out under her blazer. I could only dream of burying my face inside her thick butt. She was nothing like the other girls I'd been with. They were all so plain and boring. She was so unique and exotic looking. I unbuttoned my soaking plaid shirt and hung up it up the on coat rack in the doorway. She came back and handed me a towel and some dry clothing.
She paused at stared at me for a second, her big silver eyes lit up wide.
"Wait, you're a woman?"
I realized my small breasts were poking out through my wet wife beater. I blushed with embarrassment and put my arm over, covering my tiny exposed breasts. I was doing my best to hide them from her.
"Don't worry missy your secret safe with Senator James." She said, smiling at me.
She handed the clothes and I headed to the washroom. I was so embarrassed that she knew about me. I always hated presenting myself a woman. I always did my best to hide it from people. There was no way she wouldn't have noticed my small breasts and hard nipples pushing out of my wet shirt.
I quickly toweled off and put on the dry clothes she gave me. I grabbed my pile of wet clothing, headed out of the washroom. Senator James was sitting on the couch waiting for me. Her skirt rode up so high that I could see a flash of red panties peeking out.
"Come sit down for minute." She said, gently tapping the couch next to her.
I set the pile of wet clothing down on the floor and went to sit next to her. I could smell her perfume lingering in the air. She leaned it to me, and wrapped her long arms around my tiny body. Her big breasts pushed through her blazer against the button down shirt she gave me.
"I'm so sorry about what I said." She was nearly in tears.
