July in the south is HOT, HUMID and NASTY!
Yes July is all of these things and with the right wind you can increase your torment 30 fold.
Mowing the lawn was not something I ever wished to do. My husband used to take this task on so I would not have to burden myself. Since his death these tasks fell to me. Up to this point, most of the tasks have been relatively simple. Garbage, recycling, taking the car for oil changes, inspections. Nothing I could not handle.
This Saturday morning I tried to work myself into the mood of accomplishing this one task. THE LAWN. Now when I say the lawn there is a standard to abide bye.
The lawn has to be cut then the sides edged then clean up all the sidewalks and driveway then put everything back nice and clean. Wow this was going to be an ugly day.
I filled three bottles of water and then dressed as comfortable as I could being it was 10am and 96 degrees out with 85 percent humidity. I opened the door to the garage and it was like walking into an oven. I opened the garage door and the sun blew through my garage and all the sudden I was sweating. I have not taken two steps and already I was sweating.
Dressed in my yoga pants and sports bra with a workout shirt, white socks and a pair of old gym shoes I strategically placed all the water bottles around the yard. I then got out all the equipment I would need and looked over what I would do first. "MOW" I thought. "Let's get this over with." I said to myself.
I poured the gas into the mower and pulled the cord to start the machine. "WTH, What now?" I asked as the machine did nothing. Again I placed my foot on the side of the mower and pulled with all I had. NOTHING. Kicking the mower my neighbor, Jonathan, came over to see if he could assist me.
"Morning Kat, can I help?" Jonathan asked in his southern charming voice. "Please do Jonathan. I thought I was doing fine but then this happened." I said.
"No problem, let me look and see if I can find out what is going on here. Got plenty of gas, oil looks great. "Oh, here is the problem, you do not have a spark plug in the mower. Richard probably took it out as part of his winterizing maintenance. Let me see if I have a spare." Jonathan stated.
"Jonathan, perhaps Richard kept the spark plugs in his tool box or work area." I asked.
"Let's look." Jonathan said as he walked over to the tool box and work area.
The fact that Jonathan and Richard had the same build had me almost tearful. I reminisced of Richard standing in the garage with his old sneakers and 'mowing' shorts. He would love getting out there in the hot sun and working on his tan as he also got a good workout in while doing the lawn. His favorite expression was, "Dirty job but loads of benefits." His words made me smile. Looking at Jonathan bending over kicked started a lust I have not felt in the year since Richards passing.
Richard and I were married for 21 years when he passed. We were always good with the kids, finances, family life and even our social events however, we had our problems too . People looked at us as the happy couple. Little did they know we were not in love. We loved each other very much and were best of friends. The problem was that over the years we fell out of love and we both wondered towards other people. When Richard passed I was crushed however there was a connection that most couples have had that we did not share. I longed for Richards wit, sarcasm, advice and company but our love life was not something that I pondered over. I know that sounds terrible but I just did not love him in that way nor did he love me that way and we grew to own it.
Looking at Jonathan I felt a sudden tingle between my legs. The bud was beginning to arise. "OH, I better get my mind back on my work and not look at Jonathan's ass.." I thought.
Jonathan stood up turned around with a spark plug in hand. "Found it Kat." He said.
After inserting the plug Jonathan pulled the cord and the mower came to life. I hugged Jonathan, a bit too long according to the bulge in her shorts but it was nice to see I could still have an affect on men.
Jonathan ran across the yard and sat on his riding mower, beer in the cup holder and umbrella overhead. "Oh the life", I thought.
The grass was not tall so pushing the mower was not that difficult. Breathing was difficult. The heat was sweltering, you could see the waves echoing from the black road. Finishing the front yard I decided that this would be a two day operation.
"I will finish this tomorrow!" I thought to myself as I cleaned the mower and put the paper bags filled with the grass clippings out along the street.
Walking into the house was like walking into an open freezer. I was hot, tired and sweaty. The cool air felt wonderful. I am going to take a long cold shower.
After peeling off the wet and dirty clothes I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked disgusting. Dirt, grime, sweat was everywhere. Even the crack of my ass was nasty. I need to seriously think of paying someone to do this for me. I pushed the clothing across the floor to the laundry bag. I will burn them later.
I climbed into the shower and the water was nice and cold. I rinsed as much of the dirt and grime off of my body then washed and conditioned my hair. Short hair is stylish plus it is so easy to wash and take care of. I lathered up my body sponge and began removing the stuck on layers of dirt. After what seemed like an hour I was clean.
I felt good. I was still hot and my heart was still pounding but I felt good. I accomplished something I had never done before. I walked into the bedroom and laid on the bed as naked as the day I was born. Taking some lotion out of the drawer I squeezed some onto my hand and began to apply it to my stomach. This is a very slippery lotion I thought to myself. Looking down I had grabbed the lube I had in the drawer and not the body lotion. "Fuck, now I have to shower again." I thought to myself.
Laying there I kept thinking of mowing the yard. One stripe at a time. Suddenly I felt so tired. My eyes closed and I woke up the next morning.
"I must have been worn out." I thought to myself. The sun was not up yet and the birds were already chirping.
Laying there I felt the bottle of lube against my leg. I reached down and tried to pick it up but only managed to push it between my legs. I reached between my legs and was able to get the tube.
"That was an ordeal, I can't even pick up a tube of lubricant." This thought made me smile.
Holding the tube in my hand I opened the drawer and was about to throw the tube in but suddenly the pink dildo screamed at me. "Use me!" I hear her say.
My mind went back to Jonathan and his wet body and the line of sweat outlining the bulge in his shorts. I looked down and my shaved vagina was waking.
I took the dildo, lubed it up nicely then lathered some on my vagina. Wiping off my hands I took the dildo and began to rub it up and down my lips. Ever so lightly at first than applying more pressure especially when I stroked upward towards the clit. My other fingers were working my clit as the dildo entered my cunt.
Slowly I pushed the cock into my eager hole. Deep and steady it slit in until I had just the tip in my fingers. I withdrew the cock and looked at it. Wow I was worked up. "That is so fucking wet." I thought. I inserted the dildo again faster and harder then began to stroke myself with the cock over and over again. I spread my legs wide and lifted them off the bed. I was going to town on myself this morning.
The pink was now white. My juices were drenched on the dildo. "I have to do something about that." I thought. Raising the dildo I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Swiping the dildo over my tongue I could taste my juices. "MMMMM, that is so nice." I thought as I started sucking the dildo. Not able to push the entire cock into my mouth I withdrew it once I felt that gag sensation. "Been a long time since I had a cock like that. I could use a good mouth fucking." I said to myself.
I returned the dildo to my pussy and finished myself off. Again, taking the dildo into my mouth I delighted in the taste of myself. I always loved sucking cock after a good fucking. The taste of my cum and his jizz was sensational. "Now that has been quite a while ago." I thought.
I put on a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Making coffee I noticed how sore my muscles were from the day before. "I have to finish the back yard today and it is twice the front yard." I thought. A thought popped into my head. I wonder if I can ask Jonathan if he would mow my back yard with his riding mower. I would pay him of course.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Hello!", "Blanch?, this is Kat from across the street. I apologize for calling so early, I forgot what time it was. Do you think I could pay Jonathan to mow my backyard today? I will pay him. I mowed the front yard yesterday and I feel like crap today." I asked.
"Hey Kat, Sure Jonathan would be delighted to finish the back yard. I will send him over around 9. He likes doing those things early and avoiding the heat as much as possible." She said.
