I was just about to pull the starter cord on the mower when Lisa stuck her head out the door and called out to me, "I need you to look at something inside when you're done mowing, okay?"
"Sure!" I responded and turned back to the mower.
"Thanks," she replied back. "I'll be in the kitchen."
I nodded and pulled the cord on the mower, firing it up with a small belch of blue smoke. I reminded myself that I'd need to check the oil soon.
It wasn't long before the hum of the motor and taken me into that zoned-out area of my brain. I was like a zombie going through the motions. I must have mowed Lisa's yard 300 times in the last four years. Her husband worked off-shore and the last thing he wanted to do when he came home was to catch up on lawn work. I didn't charge them very much, just ten dollars over the cost of the gas. Besides, I used their mower and lawn equipment, so why not?
By the time I finished the front lawn, I was a sweaty mess. I rolled up the driveway and pushed through the back gate. I ripped off my shirt and tossed it on a patio chair and cranked up the mower again to finish the backyard.
The backyard was small so I was finished in ten minutes. I returned everything to the garage. Just before I closed the door, I took a bottle of motor oil and placed it in front of the mower so I wouldn't forget to fill it the next time I was here.
I grabbed my shirt and was about to open the door and tell Lisa I was finished, when I remembered she said she had something to show me. I wiped my chest off with my shirt, checked my shoes for dirt and opened the back door.
"Lisa!" I hollered out. "I'm finished. Did you have something else?"
"Yeah!" I heard her voice call out from upstairs. "I'm in the game room! Kick off your shoes and come on up!"
I took a deep breath and let it out. I was tired, hot, and sweaty. Now I was going to have to move some furniture or something. My mind was going over the possibilities as I climbed the stairs. I knew there was a heavy antique armoire up there, along with a sofa. I sighed again and resigned myself to whatever it would be.
Their stairs are split in two directions with a short landing in the middle. I climbed my way up the first set and turned on the landing. It was a natural move to look upward at that point into the open area they used for the game room. I stopped on the steps with just a few more to go. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Lisa was wearing un-matched colored footie socks. One foot was lime green and the other was bright orange. The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of handcuffs and a red blindfold.
She was standing on a round coffee table that put her about two feet above the floor. She had wrapped a small rope around the ceiling fan that had a hook on it. I guess she'd hopped and stretched until the chain of the handcuffs caught the hook.
Did I mention that she was naked except for a pair of socks? I'm nineteen, and Lisa is five years older than me. She was short and petite with nice firm breasts. Her long, dirty-blonde hair hung down across her shoulders just short enough to not cover her breasts. Her pink nipples were rock hard and extended. She'd shaved her pussy and I could see just a bit of her pink lips between her legs.
"Lisa?" I asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
She laughed a bit, unsure of herself, "Yes, Sean. I'm, ummm...okay."
"What's this all about?" I asked hoarsely. I reached down and adjusted my thickening cock.
"I can trust you, right?" She asked. "I mean, I almost have to trust you right now, don't I? I'm pretty helpless here."
"Yeah, you can trust me." I assured her.
"Sean," she began. "Mark's been gone for a month now. He won't be back for another week."
"Yeah, I know." I told her softly, leaving a pause for her to go on.
"I have....needs Sean." She said. "I have certain needs that when it comes over me, I can't help myself."
"Needs like what?" I asked. "Needs like you being tied up?"
"Yesssss," she moaned softly. "Can you come closer?"
I finished walking up the stairs until I was standing next to her.
"Okay, I'm right here." I told her.
"Sean, do you like what you're seeing?" She asked me.
"Well, hell yeah," I replied. "You're gorgeous."
"Thanks, Sean." She said softly. "That's part of what I need. I need someone to look at me. To see my naked body. I need you to look at me, Sean. Look at all of me."
"Okay." I replied and began moving around the small table, taking in all of her naked body. Her ass was perfection. As I moved around, I took in the perfect profile of a naked woman. I could see the perfect curve of her ass and the profile of her breasts. I've always been turned on by the soft curving underside of a woman's breast.
"Do you like my body?" She teased me as she attempted to turn to where I was standing.
"Lisa, you are so beautiful," I responded.
"Sean, you can touch me," she said and before she finished I was sliding my hand up her left calf.