I woke up Saturday morning, too keyed up to sleep any longer. I got dressed and made a cup of instant coffee, and grabbing a leftover pork chop from the fridge I ate it while putting on my shoes.
I took my keys off of the counter, grabbed my fishing pole, and headed down the street in the morning sunlight to the canal across the highway.
Living near Ft. Lauderdale had its distinct advantages. One was sunshine, and a comfortable climate year round. I had been to the beach several times on Thanksgiving, Christmas day, New Years, etc.
Another advantage is the women. I'd taken two Yankee girls, one from Chicago, one from New York swimming in 80 degree weather while their home towns were buried deep in snow. I had gotten to bury my dick in both of them soon after.
And there is no shortage of hotties running around. Spring break is a time of the year when there is pretty much a stampede of hot horny women streaming into south Florida. And at work, I saw hot women all the time. From 18-80 I saw plenty of tits and ass every day.
Which brings me to the third advantage. I'm a lawn and garden technician, a lawn mower man. I was cutting grass, which grows year round down here, when I was in high school. I started with a mower and a trimmer, made enough money to buy a beater truck, then a better mower and trimmer, then a helper.
Soon I was riding a Harley to school, still no respect. "Go ahead and laugh at the lawn boy." I told some of my classmates.
And they did, then when I bought my second truck and trailer and started seeing them around town, a few of them started to get it.
I'd come in, mow the grass at the burger barn, wave to my classmates working the grill as I pocketed my money and then go to the next one in my brand new truck.
Not all of my classmates were assholes, mostly just the lawyer spawn, or the doctor larva. In fact, all five of my employees...who make really good money by the way. Are former classmates. We would take our three trucks, pair up, and hit the town each day. Monday through Friday. No weekends.
We figured that one out really quick when it was just Bob and I. It seemed we sat around all weekend doing an occasional call. And we made lots of that green stuff, by cutting other green stuff.
Which ties into the second advantage...chicks, remember?
We saw bikini clad women, topless women, and completely naked women every day. We saw women of every age, color and nationality. From bored housewives wanting to have a little fun showing off their boob jobs, and foreign women that went topless in their homes and back yards, to high school girls daring each other to flash or streak past us as they jumped into their swimming pools. Which is actually how Bob met his current girlfriend.
Another thing that had happened recently was that we got a big contract to cut grass at a resort.
We had arrived at a really big, Spanish style two story house Friday morning, a big, muscle bound guy named 'Big Dan', was in the front yard washing a green and black 69 Mustang, Mach One. Between my drooling and leering at his car, he told us a bit about it and then to start in the back yard.
We walked along the 10 foot stucco covered brick wall and opened the back yard gate, and sitting by the pool was a young blonde lady. Slim, but curvy with 36 C's and a nice patch of yellow crotch hair.
"Oh". She said looking up from her book. She sat up in the lounge chair and parted her legs, putting her feet on the ground on each side giving us quite a show.
"Hi there, are you here for the grass, or are yards all you trim?" She asked seductively.
Bob beat me to the punch, and said. "No ma'am, but today we're just here for the grass and hedges. "
"That was a better answer than I was expecting." said the big muscle bound guy standing behind us. Hells bells, I thought we were dead meat.
The guy came around us and shook our hands. Still not knowing what was going on, I apologized for walking in on his wife.
"No, that's my daughter. My wife's over there." He pointed to a naked 40 something blonde MILF that was coming out of the back door of the house. She and her daughter could have been twins.
He proceeded to tell us that we had in fact been given a test and that we had passed the first part. He invited us to sit down at a patio table next to his wife Monica and his daughter Tina and explained that he owned a resort that needed new gardeners. It was a little distracting sitting next to two beautiful naked women, especially when they started rubbing suntan oil on each other.
But he told us that he had to severely beat his last gardener and his helper for attacking and trying to rape a guest at the nudist resort that he owned, and that he was looking for replacements. That got our attention.
Monica and Tina had gone in and brought out sandwiches and cold drinks as Dan told us more about the job. He said he had asked around and that he had several of his clients recommend us. You remember the nude women that we saw all the time? Apparently they were friends and clients of his.
He offered a very good deal, a lot more money than we usually made from our usual clients and service calls. Plus, we would be surrounded by nude women and men on a daily basis, as long as we didn't have a problem with seeing nude people and could still do our work, we wouldn't have a problem.
Well, we didn't waste any time telling him how we didn't have a problem with nudity, and could work in any environment. We took a huddle and discussed the pro's and cons of such a job. We thought about all the if's and butts and came to the decision that we would take the contract.
"That's great." Dan said. "Of course you have to pass the next test before anything is set in stone."
"So what's the next test?" I asked.
"Why, mowing our yard of course." He said chuckling.
We all laughed and Bob and I went out to the truck to get the trimmers and mower.
"Holy crap! Did you see those tits?" Bob exclaimed, when we were at the truck.
"Yeah, but which pair?" I replied laughing.
"Yeah, they were both hot." Bob said.
