Katherine Martell Harrington awoke to the sound of a lawnmower starting up outside. At first she thought it was coming from next door but it sounded too close, like it was right underneath her window. Pulling herself out of bed she went to the window and peered down below. She saw Mr. Ferguson standing next to a lawnmower. Floyd Ferguson was a middle-aged gentleman who owned Ferguson's Landscaping. He'd been maintaining the well-manicured lawns of the residences of Magnolia Hill, the exclusive and wealthy community of Richland, South Carolina for more than thirty years. Katherine checked the clock on the bedside table.
It was 9:00 am. She was about to turn away from the window when another man joined Mr. Ferguson at the lawnmower. He was a handsome looking man in that wild, untamed rebel way. He had long, shoulder length sandy brown hair worn in a long ponytail. He wore jeans that showed off his strong legs and thighs despite being rather loose. His powerfully muscled chest was barely covered by the blue denim, sleeveless, button up shirt that he wore. She watched as they talked and she noticed that he moved and held himself like a wild animal forced to be caged but longing to be free. Unconsciously she ran her left hand across her breasts, the nipples were starting to get hard. The longer she watched him the more she touched her breasts. Then he looked up, unexpectedly. Katherine stopped. Startled and embarrassed. He flashed her an arrogant smile and she moved quickly away from the window.
Katherine quickly strode to the master bathroom and turned on the shower. She was annoyed with herself for loosing control like that after all she was a widowed mother of a teenaged daughter. A woman with a successful career as a businesswoman and leader in her community. Stripping off her nightgown she stepped into the warm shower and began to lather up her firm lithesome body. Katherine was thirty-five years old with long auburn hair and vivid blue eyes. She still had the body of a twenty-year-old thanks to workouts and a carefully watched diet. When she was seventeen she had met and married Randy Harrington a year later they're daughter Victoria was born and five years after that he had died in a fatal car accident. She had never remarried and through herself into her work and her daughter. But there were times that she just needed and wanted a man.
As she showered she let her hands linger and languish over her body. Her soapy hands touched her breast and played with her erect nipples. Goosebumps formed on her skin as her hands moved down slowly towards her pubic area. As she lathered the pubic hair, she let her fingers tease her vagina. She inserted one long finger inside herself and she gasped in pleasure. She moved her soapy finger in and out slowly as she played with her firm breast and twicked her nipples. She was soon lost in the sensation as pure lust and desire took over. She fingered herself faster and faster as she felt herself coming closer to a climax. She fondled her breast and pulled her nipples. Her thighs rubbed together and she began moaning and groaning. Then as she felt herself starting to release to a great climax the face of the young man on her lawn jumped into her mind. His vivid blue eyes filled with desire, his big, hard calloused hands all over her body. His hot mouth taking her. Katherine's knees grew weak as she reached a powerful climax. Panting she stepped out of the shower. She had to begin her day.
"Good Morning Miss Katherine," Emma said in greeting as Katherine came downstairs. Emma Landy had been her Uncle's housekeeper for as long as she could remember. The shapely, older black woman ran Martell House with the effectiveness and efficiency of an Army General. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a log. Where is Victoria and my uncle?"
"Having breakfast by the pool. Are you going to join them?" Emma asked.
"Coffee only Emma," Katherine said. "By the way Emma. Who is that with Mr. Ferguson?"
Emma's face frowned. "That is A.J McNeil. He's Floyd's no account nephew."
"A bad apple, huh?"
"He is nothing more than a hustler. He's always messing with girls getting them pregnant and running out on his responsibility. He's trash."
"Thanks Emma. I'll be by the pool." Katherine said. Heading out towards the pool. Sitting around the poolside table was her beautiful blond-haired daughter Victoria. She was seventeen years old. A gorgeous young lady. Next to her sat Lucas Hampton Martell, one of the wealthiest men in Richland. He was owned Magnolia Enterprises and was a very influential man around the city and the state. He was fifty years old, handsome with a mane of silver hair. Katherine had been living with Uncle Lucas since her parents died when she was little girl. He was like her surrogate father. She was about to join them when Floyd Ferguson and his nephew appeared. Katherine stopped in her tracks. AJ McNeil was definitely a very handsome man. He looked to be all of thirty years old. She watched as he flashed a charming smile at her daughter and uncle. 'C'mom Katherine. Let's be an adult.'
"Good Morning everyone," Katherine said in a cheerful tone. She tried to avoid AJ's eyes but it was hard to do.
"Good Morning, dahlin'." Lucas said greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.
"Good Morning Momma." Victoria said.
"Good Morning Miss Katherine. beautiful day." Floyd Ferguson said.
Lucas turned to AJ. "Katherine, this young man is Andrew Jackson McNeil, Floyd's nephew."
AJ looked at Katherine and smiled. He nodded his head and replied, "My friends call me AJ." AJ couldn't help but stare at this exquisite woman in the conservative blue business suit with her hair pulled up in a tight, stuffy bun. Looking unapproachable and desirable at the same time. He wondered what it would take to bring out the animal in her. The tightly pinned up and contained wild, sexual animal. He knew there was something wild beating within her after all she was spying on him from her bedroom window while playing with her breasts.
"So Mr. Ferguson," Katherine said ignoring AJ. "You've finally hired someone to help you."
"Actually he's more than just helping me. He's going to be taking over the business." Floyd said.
"Finally going to retire, hey Floyd." Lucas asked.
"It's about time. I'm not getting any younger and Betty wants me to spend more time with her."
Lucas smiled, "We should all have someone as sweet as your Betty."
"Well Mr. Martell we better get back to work." Floyd said.
"Nice meeting you all." AJ said, though his eyes remained on Katherine.
Lucas looked at his niece. "That AJ is quite a handsome man."
Katherine shrugged. "I guess. I better get to the office."
"What is the rush?"
"I have several meetings." Katherine kissed her daughter and uncle and departed.
Katherine walked to the garage where her green jaguar was parked. She opened the door and was about to get in when she heard a voice behind her. "Nice car."
Katherine turned around startled. Standing there was AJ McNeil looking at her with a sexy smile on his face.
"Thank you." She said.
