Marie Colton watched her new landscaper/gardener, Brad Johnson, from the French doors of her large Tudor style house. A smile crossed her lips as she watched him trimming some bushes near the swimming pool patio. Opening the doors, she strolled out onto the stone paver patio wearing designer sunglasses that hid her staring eyes. The yellow bikini that she purposely picked out showed off her curvy 38 year old body, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep his mind totally on his work. The skimpy yellow top barely covered her ample breasts which exposed a large crevice between the twin mounds of flesh. At 5'-5" with long blonde hair hanging over her shoulders, it was evident to all that she took care of her body. Marie knew men liked to stare at her breasts but she also knew they enjoyed the view of her slim hips and ripe butt cheeks. The matching yellow thong barely covered her sex leaving her ass cheeks fully exposed. As she walked out onto the patio, she looked at Brad through her dark glasses, seeing her handsome employee glancing up from his work.
Trimming the bushes, Brad stood up to his full height of 6'1" when he heard the doors open and then seeing his boss striding to a pool-side table, a drink in one hand and a large envelope in the other. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he took in her toned body, watching her stride across the patio and sit under the table umbrella. This was not the first time he watched her early morning routine of working by the pool but this was the first time she wore something rather skimpy. The other times she worked out on the patio, she wore a swim cover-up or business attire. He knew she was a well-to-do real estate attorney and after three weeks on the job, he was getting used to her strutting around half dressed while he worked on various landscape projects. As he worked, he had the distinct feeling she knew he was watching her and it seemed every time he looked up from his work, she was looking in his direction. Just seeing her in the skimpy outfit, elicited erotic daydreams of them, together, naked and making love. After a few moments, the realization hit that he wasn't in her class and he was thankful she gave him a job.
He scoured the ads in the local newspaper and internet every day looking for anything in the landscaping field. His last place of employment ended in disaster when he was wrongfully accused of stealing from the owner. Brad knew the real culprit was the owner's nephew, who stole money and jewelry, pawning them off to a local gang. He fought the accusations in court, testifying against the nephew but in the end the jury found him guilty. While he got a suspended sentence, he lost all of his savings along with his work truck and landscaping equipment, which were still owned by the bank. When he couldn't make the payments, the bank repossessed all his equipment, leaving him with a pile of debt. Down on his luck and forced to move in with a longtime friend, he was encouraged when he saw the ad placed by Mrs. Colton. The job description piqued his interest and he researched her on the internet, finding articles and some videos of her when she handled very high profile real estate cases. The ad simply stated she was looking for someone to replace her long time landscaper who quit suddenly without notice. He smiled, thinking this could be a good opportunity to work for a well-known person. Thinking he had nothing to lose, he called the number and got an interview.
Brad was surprised at the size of her estate when he arrived for the interview. He took in the large expanse of land that included a number of gardens. During the interview he told her he was 32 years old and that his experience with his previous employer ended on a bad note. After the trial, he was in a financial bind and wanted nothing more than to get out of debt and start over again. "I'll do anything to get back on my feet again," he mentioned and then noted that she seemed to quietly dismiss his past, only nodding her head politely as he talked.
"You look like an honest man," she said taking her time to look up and down his muscular frame.
He couldn't help but notice her shining emerald eyes seemingly never wavering from his face except for an occasional glance down at his well-formed body, hidden by tan slacks, a thin blue shirt and red tie. The outfit highlighted his tanned face and arms from years of outdoor work. The landscaping work had also helped to sculpture his body, hidden by the pants and shirt. They talked about his past experiences and what she expected of him when he was at her home.
When the interview was finishing, Marie knew she was going to hire the young man. "I like you Brad and I think you'll fit in very well. I would like you to start right away ... say tomorrow." Marie saw the look of surprise on his face and then added. "I will want you to sign a contract, have a physical, and there is some ... hmmm additional training you will have to go through." Sitting back she waited for his response.
Brad was stunned for a moment when she offered him the position. The contract, physical, and training didn't really register with him as he quickly thought of working for Marie Colton. Without so much of a hesitation and no thought of what the contract could contain, he told her he could start the next day.
Over the next few weeks, he tended the large gardens, weeding and mulching along with manicuring the huge expanse of lawn. He came to like the early mornings when she would appear on the pool patio with a newspaper and coffee. Some mornings she brought out an envelope that he assumed contained a case she was working on. She barely spoke to him, waving at him from a distance but never really speaking to him. He was happy with the work and soon he forgot about the contract and other things she mentioned at the interview.
Marie Colton had her eye on him since the day he started, watching and wondering if he would be a fit for something more personal. On this particular morning, she glanced up occasionally from her notepad, watching as he trimmed the bushes around the pool deck. Each time she glanced in his direction, she saw him looking at her but she didn't make any attempt to wave or say anything. After a short time Marie stood, stretching her arms above her head, knowing that he was taking in every delicious inch of her body. She lowered her sunglasses, so he would see her eyes and then she gave him a big smile. Knowing she had his attention, she picked up the glass and envelope, casually turning to walk to the house. About half way to the house, she turned her head back to him giving him another soft sensual smile and then turned, walking into the house, knowing his eyes were on her naked ass cheeks that bounced a little with each step.
Brad wondered what the hell that was all about as he finished trimming the bushes and then left the pool area to begin working on bushes by the gazebo a few hundred feet from the pool. It was a hot muggy morning and soon he shed his sweat soaked t-shirt, his muscles rippling in the early morning light. He heard some movement and when he looked up, he saw his boss wearing dressed in a black leather dress that hugged her curves and turquoise stiletto heels along with large sunglasses walking toward him. He noticed how her breasts were bound inside, a drop of moisture at the top of the deep crevice, threatening to slide between them. Glancing down her body, he noticed the hem of her leather dress stopped at the top of her thighs, giving him thoughts of what she was wearing to cover her sex. It was not lost on him seeing her eyes roam up and down his body while she swayed sexily toward him. Putting on his best smile he wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead. "Morning ma'am."
"Good morning Brad," she cooed in a sweet voice. While her eyes took in his well sculptured body, she felt a twinge of lust inside. "Would you be a dear and drive me to a friend's house? She called and said our contract is ready for you and me to sign. I thought it would be a good idea if we went together. I hope that is alright with you?" The look she gave Brad conveyed more than just a casual request, it was a directive.
"Sure thing Mrs. Colton. I'll get cleaned up and get your car."
"She is expecting us within the hour. Please use the shower in the bathhouse next to the pool."
