Editor note: Because of something I did or did not do, the last of "Andy" is flying off in cyberspace somewhere. I apologize to the readers and Literotica for my blunder. Here is the complete story.(I hope) Older and Better
It was late spring; early summer when I noticed the grass had nearly obliterated the walk to my house. My husband had always seen to the lawn and when he was killed in a car accident late last summer, a high school boy had been mowing the lawn. That was all he done, mow the lawn. No trimming or upkeep at all. When he informed me he was going to be gone most of the summer, I decided I would need to hire a more reliable person to do the whole thing right.
I picked the first name in the yellow pages. Andy's Lawn Service. It sounded OK and the address was just down the street a few blocks. I dialed the number and a very female voice answered. I told her of my dilemma and asked if they could come and talk to me. She said Andy was out but would call as soon as he came in.
I decided to rest in the Jacuzzi and wait for his call. . My husband had left me very well off as far as finances but I yearned for some companionship because all of our friends were happily married, or so I thought and after the first few weeks I was left basically alone. I was about to step into the Jacuzzi when the phone rang. "This is Andy from Andy's Lawn Service," a gruff, deep voice informed me. "I am just down the street. If it is OK I will stop by and give you the information you requested."
"Damn!" I thought. "Here I am in my nearly nude bikini suit and he is just down the street." I hesitated a minute and replied, "OK!"
I had barely enough time to grab a robe when the doorbell chimed. When I opened the door I was surprised to find a very muscular, handsome man waiting. He was somewhat older than I had expected but he was built like a Grecian God.
"Come in," I stammered almost incoherently. I clutched at the robe in front to keep from gasping at the handsome man. My knuckles turned white. He was just slightly taller than me and had a deep tan. His arms were muscular and his smile caused deep dimples to appear in his cheeks.
"I hope I am not interrupting," he said. His deep voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "I see you need my service pretty badly," he continued.
My mind raced. "I sure do," I thought as I gazed into his dark eyes. "My husband died last summer and I had a high school boy mow but he didn't do a very good job," I said as we walked toward the living room.
I thought I heard him gasp when I sat down across from him. I blushed when I noticed his gaze on my long tapering legs. The robe had parted and they were totally exposed. The bikini was all that covered me from the waist on down.
He was smiling. His dimples larger than life. "I would like to see more of your"βhe hesitateβ"Lawn! I could see the front but need to know about your back," he said, in a voice that seemed deeper than before. I felt my face flush. I was not sure just how he meant that, but I hoped he was talking about me and not the yard. I stood up, allowing the robe to open further.
"I was just about to get into the Jacuzzi," I said lamely. "It is out back," I gestured, allowing the robe to open totally, the top barely holding my 38 DD's.
He smiled again. His dimples seemed to dance on his face. I walked, or rather wriggled down the hall toward the back door. I could feel his eyes on me.
He brushed by me, his arm touching my hard nipples as I held the door open for him. He was smiling widely when I showed him the boundaries of the property and nodded toward the Jacuzzi. "I enjoy relaxing in the hot water," I said, my voice cracking when he looked at me with his deep, dark eyes.