By now you are on the third installment you may be noticing a pattern or the fact that Connie seems to be swiftly forgetting her encounters after things are completed. This is no accident. Read on and enjoy!
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Tim walked up to the big wooden front door and studied the ornate carved inlay for a moment. He'd been her lawn maintenance guy for a good year now. He mowed her grass weekly, and did hedge trimming, weeding, and pest treatments monthly. It was time for Doctor Connie Hatcher to renew her yard care contract.
He knocked on the door and stood checking out her foliage. He was already making a mental note of some areas that could do with a little more attention when the front door opened up and Connie greeted him.
"Hello Tim. What's up?"
Tim had a clipboard in his hand and looked up at her with a big friendly grin as he brushed his blondish-red bangs from his forehead with his other hand.
" Hi Doctor Hatcher! It's been a year since you signed up for my lawn care services. I'm hoping that I've done a good job and wanted to know if you plan to renew your contract and do another year with us?"
He looked over the attractive woman. She was in a large oversized T-shirt and apparently not much else. He noticed that her hard pert nipples left little solid drape marks where the cotton material rested on them.
"Wow has it been a year already?" She said smiling and looking at his clipboard.
"I guess it has been hasn't it?"
He nodded.
"Yes mam, it has. Time flies as they say. Did you want to sign on and pay for another year?"
She liked Tim. He had bright friendly green eyes and a great smile. Plus a strong well muscled tan body.
"What? Oh yes, of course! Please come in. Let me look this over while we talk in an air conditioned house okay?"
He followed her in and closed the door behind himself.
"Yes mam. That sounds good."
"Would you like some water Tim?"
"No thank you Doctor Hatcher. I have a cold Gatorade in my truck in a cooler. But thank you!"
She grinned.
"Well follow me into the kitchen so I can grab a pen and look this over okay?"
He nodded and walked behind her wondering if she was naked under her T-shirt. Psychologists were supposedly often quite nutty themselves.
In the kitchen she had a small counter on an island with a couple of wooden bar stools pulled up to it. She offered him a stool and then sat down on the other stool and began to read the contract over. As she did her left leg swayed back and forth from where it rested on the higher rung of the chair that she was sitting in.
Tim tried to be a professional and keep his eyes on the counter, but they strayed in small curious flashes to her nervous habit as she read each page carefully, initialing the check mark boxes that the contract required. Tim notice that his shoe lace was loosely tied and decided to pull his leg up and lean in to retie it. Of course this was also an excuse to get a closer look at the good doctor each time that her leg swung out a bit.
He gasped quietly when he saw that she was indeed naked under there and with each wide swing of her leg she flashed him a bit, even though he strongly doubted that she was aware of this. He sat up trying to make sure she didn't look up suddenly and catch him staring. Be a pro he told himself quietly, though his mind wandered to what he had seen and thoughts of her nude pussy filled him making his throat constrict a bit and his chest tighten a little.
Absently she raised her left leg up and placed her foot on the stool seat without once looking up as her lips silently mouthed the words to what she was reading and initialing. To the left Tim glanced and now saw her pooched out damp mound with a small clutch of neatly trimmed fine pubic hair glinting in the sunlight.
Tim felt his cock stiffening in his blue jeans and he glanced nervously from her amazing exposed goodies to her face and back again. Connie continued to read and flip pages as Tim snuck peek after peek at her beautiful pussy. She was on her fourth page to the five-page contract when she started to swivel the stool seat back and forth a bit while reading and keeping her knee and foot where they were.
Could she be doing this deliberately? He wondered. Was this some sort of test? Maybe a subtle invitation? Or perhaps she was just so engrossed that she'd forgotten that she had male company over as she read the agreement.
She got to page five and absently lowered her leg though she continued to swivel the seat from side to side. Finally she looked up and smiled. She signed the contract and handed it back to him.
"It looks good Tim. I'll go get my purse and write you a check."
