Gloria checked her makeup and primped her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror: tight white tank top; short, flared denim skirt; lack of bra for those who could tell. She was hoping she would get laid today by her new yard boy.
Her previous yard boy, Danny, had been a gem, and she had seduced him at the beginning of the summer. And then offered herself as a sex slave if he and his friend Brian went down on each other in front of her. They had, and so she had spent the summer getting seriously, awesomely, unbelievably fucked. But all along, he had kept up his yardwork duties. He just took more breaks for blowjobs and whatever else he could think of.
He had left for college almost two months ago now and she had gotten tired of doing the weeding herself. So she had asked him in email if he had any friends who might be interested. They had to be hard-working, honest, and so on.
And fuckable. Her garden wasn't the only thing that needed tending. Though Gloria was back to dating men her own age, she retained a taste for young, eager cock. She liked the idea of her paramour being a title passed down from senior class to senior class. Tuffy the Vamp Layer, she had chuckled to herself.
Danny had responded with a couple of names. "But I'm jealous that they'll be in your pussy, and I won't," he said. When she had seduced him, he had been so innocent. Now he had fucked a woman almost every conceivable way a woman could be fucked.
She had talked to the two guys and settled on Billy, largely because we was hotter. Sandy hair, piercing blue eyes, ripped abs. Definitely fuckable.
He had come over twice so far, and she had kept the conversation strictly on the up-and-up.
Today? Not so much.
She had already planted some seeds. Two nights ago, she had sent him an email with links to erotic stories that she considered his homework. Two minutes later, she had sent a follow-up email, saying, "Oh my god! My email selected the wrong name. I meant to send those to a guy I like. I'm so sorry; please don't click on those links." Ensuring, she hoped, that he would.
There was a knock on the door, and she hurried to it.
"Hi, Billy," she said with a wide smile. He grinned back. Such a pretty pretty smile, she thought.
"Hey, Ms. White," he said. Was she mistaken, or was there a bit more leer in his eyes?
"Billy, I think you can call me Gloria now."
"I'll try to remember, Ms. White," he said. She rolled her eyes and let him in.
"I was hoping you could give the front yard a bit of time today," she said. "A bit of weeding, rake up the leaves, that kind of thing."
"Sure thing," he said. He went into the garage and opened the door so he could bring the tools to the front yard without any problems.
Once he was set up, Gloria went out front and stood next to him.
"I'm sorry it's so hot today," she said, flapping her neckline in and out in what supposed to be a casual cooling-down maneuver but also gave Billy a peek at her naked 36C tits if he was paying attention. "Do you want some water?"
"Maybe in a bit, Ms ... Gloria," he said. She turned to him and smiled. Oh, yes, he had noticed her show.
"Billy, I have a favor to ask of you," she said. He started and looked up from her chest with his stunning eyes. Maybe she should just fuck him right there. No. She had a plan, and she had to stick to it.
"I'm going to take advantage of our last sunshine to do some sunbathing," she said, "and I have to ask that you not come into the backyard. Just ring the doorbell if you need anything." She paused to make it appear that she knew this was a weird request. "I'm just not very fond of tan lines," she said in a rush, "and I need some privacy." Hint, hint, Billy, she thought.
He nodded and smiled. "I get it," he said. "You can count on me."
"Good," she said as she smiled and turned into the house.
She brought him his water and then went into her back yard and stripped off her tank top and skirt. Underneath, she was wearing the bottoms to a yellow bikini that had been a big hit with her summer lovers. She oiled herself up with suntan lotion, hoping her skin would still be slick enough later to allow Billy's cock to slide between her tits. She lay down on the lounge chair, untied the bows on the bikini bottom, and waited.
She heard the clip-clip of Billy's clippers getting closer as he moved through the front yard. Suddenly they stopped. She could guess what was happening. Billy wasn't coming into the yard, but there were gaps in her fence. She rolled herself over, letting her raven curls fall to the side and her naked breasts pool on her chest as, she hoped, her new lover watched.
A few minutes later, she heard the tools going to work again, and she smiled to herself.
By the time he finished up, she was back inside. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass and the same bikini bottoms. Just a girl in a shirt and a bathing suit. No big, right?
He washed his hands and sat down at the table. She poured him another glass of water, and they chatted while he drank it.
"Let me get your money," she said, pressing her hands on the table to stand up. She went over to her purse, bent over far more than was strictly necessary, and rummaged her hands through it. Then she stood up and faced him.
"Shit," she said. "Billy, I'm really sorry about this, but I forgot to go to the bank last night. I'm all out of cash. Can I pay you next week?"
He slowly smiled. Ah, good, she thought. He had done his homework.
"I guess so, Gloria," he said. "But it's a bit of a pain."
"I know; I'm really sorry. I feel like an idiot. I'll get you next week, I promise. God!"
She moved into the kitchen. He stood up and came to the entrance, leaning against the wall.
"Can I get you some more water," she said.
"Sure, Gloria," he said. She went to the fridge and bent way over to get the pitcher.
She had planned for this; she had orchestrated it. But the feel of his hands on her hips still startled her. Which gave her enough time to slip into her act. She stood up and spun around, still holding the pitcher.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she said in a loud voice. Billy was right in front of her, his hands on her hips and a smile on his lips.
"I think we should talk about my payment," he said.
"We did; I'll pay you next week," she said. She was backing up, but there was only the open refrigerator behind her.
"What's to prevent you from forgetting next week?" he said. He was warm and solid. He stepped in against her.
"I won't; I promise."
"I think I deserve something this week, though, don't I?" My god, she thought. He was doing great.
"I'm sorry; I don't have any cash on me."
"You know," he said, "I read those stories you sent to your friend."
"Oh my god," she said, "I asked you not to. They're very embarrassing."
"I noticed a theme," he said. Really? Because, duh.
"Woman home alone doesn't have money to pay guys helping around the house, and she's been teasing them all day, so they have sex with her."
"Please, just let me go," she said. "Those were just stories."
"Dear Billy," he quoted, "here are some of the stories I've been fantasizing about, as promised."
"They weren't meant for you," she said.
"Oh, I know," he said. Maybe he was an idiot. "And yet here we are; you don't have money to pay me for work I did around your house."
He leaned in close. She felt her nipples harden, which wouldn't be hard to see at all. "But I think you have something to offer."
