The loud sound of a running lawn mower woke Charlotte up from her sleep. "What the hell?" she thought as she kept her eyes closed tight, wanting just a few more minutes of sleep. Sleep would not be possible, however, because the running lawn mower sounded like it was just outside her bedroom window and the noise wasn't going to be subsiding anytime soon.
The noise forced her to become more awake and more aware of her current situation. She realized that she was lying on her stomach on her bed, and that she was sleeping in her clothes. Well, most of her was clothed, based on the cool air she felt on her skin, she did realize that the lower half of her body was completely exposed.
Her head was pounding and the inside of her mouth was completely dry. She was incredibly dehydrated and needed some water. She began to force her eyelids open. The sunlight coming in from the window of her bedroom was almost blinding to her, but after a few moments, her eyes did adjust.
When she managed to finally fully open her eyes, she did see that she did in fact sleep in clothes, but they weren't just any normal clothes, she was sleeping in her wedding dress. She looked at the dress, and what was just previously nicely cleaned and pressed was now a wrinkled crumpled mess, the result of sleeping in it.
The memories from last night slowly returned to Charlotte. She remembered that Officer O'Mally had made her change into her wedding dress, and made some advances towards her, but that was really all she could remember. She now realized that her butt kind of hurt, but she was unsure if that was related to last night or not.
Slowly she got out of bed and peeled off the dress. She let it fall to the floor, having no energy to put it back in its garment bag. Right now she needed some aspirin and a lot of water.
Charlotte made her way to the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin out the medicine cabinet, quickly swallowing it down with multiple glasses of water. She started the shower and got in to quickly rinse off.
Once she was done with the shower, she made her way back to the bedroom to get dressed. She just grabbed the first things she could find, an old college sweatshirt of hers and some gray sweatshorts. She pulled on some black panties, and then put on the sweat shorts before finally putting on the sweatshirt. It had been awhile since she had worn her old college sweatshirt, it had shrunk a bit since she first bought it. When she put it on, she realized that it didn't quite go down to her waist, so it was exposing her navel, and the size of her breasts caused the bottom of the sweat shirt to stick out from her body. It didn't really matter to Charlotte, she wasn't planning on doing much today until she had to meet up with Jonathan later. She would change before going to see him.
Charlotte realized that the sounds of the lawn mower were still echoing through the house. The sound was close, definitely coming from her yard. She wondered if Leo was mowing her grass for some reason. She made her way to the window to check out what was going on.
When she looked out the window, Charlotte was both shocked and confused when she saw a black man currently cutting her grass. She thought he may have the wrong house until she saw his truck parked on the street with the logo for Gallagher Landscaping painted on the door. She had totally forgotten that Shane had scheduled someone to come cut her lawn today.
Charlotte continued to watch the man with an unexplained fascination. She didn't consider herself racist, even though she would classify her husband as one, but she didn't have many occasions to see many people of color. Her suburb was mostly caucasian, and her church was exclusively white. She sat and stared at the man currently maintaining her lawn.
His dark hair was styled in a high fade, which was a popular look. He also had a full beard, which made him look older than he was, but Charlotte surmised that he was still in his early to mid 20s. He was wearing a tight short sleeved shirt that did very little to hide the shape of his body. Whereas she remembered Dominic having a very toned muscular body shape, this man was built like a bodybuilder. The fabric of his t-shirt hugged his chest tightly, and the openings of his sleeve strained against the size of his massive biceps.
Charlotte felt the involuntary sensation of a tingle in her lower parts as she watched sweat drip off the man.
She tried to shake off the feeling. "What is going on with me?" Charlotte thought to herself. She seemed to be constantly getting unexplained urges over the past few days. Oftentimes she has been unable to control it. She turned away from the window, and decided that she needed to get her fantasies under control. Maybe she would clean the house to distract herself.
As she walked away from the window, she glanced at the end table by her bed. On it was a the vibrator that she had purchased a couple of days ago. She stared at it, looking at the green light signifying that it was fully charged. She wanted to distract herself by cleaning the house, but she found herself being drawn to the vibrator as she couldn't get the image of the black man in her yard out of her head.
"I should check that this works in case that I need to send it back if it doesn't." she silently reasoned with herself as she picked up the toy, unplugging the charging cable from it.
She brought the pink cylindrical object up to her face so she could look at it. As she did, she slowly made her way back to the window. She stood there, holding the toy, and decided to attempt to turn it on to see if it in fact worked.
[BZZZZZZ]
The vibrator instantly came on and shot faint vibrations through Charlotte's hand simply from holding it. If the vibrations were this pleasurable from simply holding it in her hand, she wondered what it would feel like on other parts of her body. She pressed the vibrator against her shoulder, and the vibrations didn't disappoint. She then slowly moved the toy down the front of her sweatshirt until she stopped on to where his nipple was. If the vibrations felt good on her shoulder, they felt wonderful on her nipple. She felt herself become wet.
She looked out the window, making sure that the black man couldn't see her, and then decided to move the vibrator even lower. She made it all the way down to her sweat shorts, and rested the toy on the outside of the shorts on her pubic mound. The vibrating sensations now felt divine and she became more and more wet. She was convinced that this might be the best purchase she's ever made. She would just have to remember to hide it from James, he would not approve of self-pleasure like this.
As she stared out the window, enjoying the sensations of the toy, the man paused from his mowing. It was very hot out, and he had sweat pouring off of him. He lifted the lower part of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his face, and as he did, he exposed his powerful looking body. Charlotte stared at his defined sweat covered muscles as he continued to wipe his face. Without realizing it, she had moved the vibrator inside of her shorts and panties and was now pleasuring the outside of her vagina.
The vibrations shot streams of pleasure though her body as she rubbed the outside of her pussy. She closed her eyes and wanted more. Charlotte collapsed onto the bed and then inserted the toy inside of her. Now she felt the vibrations deep inside and she began to moan. The pleasure that this little toy was providing was incredible. She knew it wouldn't be long before she would cum.
[RING] [RING] [RING]
"Shit!" Charlotte screamed. The sudden ring from her phone distracted her from her oncoming orgasm. She looked over at her phone and saw that it was from her mother-in-law, and she decided that she should answer it in case it was something about the twins.
"Hello?" Charlotte said breathlessly.
"Oh my, are you ok dear?" her mother-in-law said.
"Yeah, my phone was in the other room, and I just ran in so I didn't miss your call." Charlotte lied.
"Oh, ok. Well, I won't keep you, but I need to swing by in a bit to pick up some more clothes for the boys. Will you be around?" her mother-in-law said.
"Yeah, I'll be around all day. Just swing by whenever." Charlotte answered.
"Great! See you soon." and she hung up.
"Nothing like a phone call from your mother-in-law to kill the mood." Charlotte thought as she placed the vibrator in her drawer by the side of her bed.
She took a look out of the window again and saw that the man was obviously overheated from the sun. The least she could do was offer him something to drink, so she made her way to the kitchen and poured some lemonade into a cup to take out to the man. She secretly was glad to have an excuse to get closer to him.
When she stepped outside, the man had the mower currently off and was refilling it with gas. Charlotte yelled out to him "Hello! I'm sure you're hot...I mean I'm sure you're thirsty! Would you like something to drink?"
The man gave absolutely no response. Not even a non-verbal acknowledgement that he heard her. Charlotte thought it was odd, because she was loud enough, so she began to approach him. "Hello! Would you like some lemonade?" she continued to yell to him, again eliciting no response.
He wasn't wearing any earbuds or anything over his ears, so Charlotte could not figure out why he wasn't responding. She drew closer to him to where she was right behind him. "Hello?" she said loudly and reached out to touch his shoulder as he was bent over refilling the lawn mower.
When Charlotte touched the man's shoulder he jumped from being surprised, spilling some of the gasoline onto his shirt. Charlotte was likewise startled by the man's reaction and ended up dropping the cup of lemonade, spilling it onto the grass.
"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you." Charlotte pleaded, but the man just stared at her without saying anything.
"Hi, I'm Charlotte Thompson. You must work for Shane. He told me that you were coming. I'm sorry about startling you. I was just trying to give you something to drink."
The man simply stared at Charlotte without answering. Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He began to type something and then held the phone out so Charlotte could read the message.
"Sorry, I cannot understand you. I'm deaf."
Charlotte's face reddened with embarrassment. "Oh dear, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Then she realized that he had no idea what she was saying, so she pulled out her phone to communicate with him.
