I could hear the rhythm of the lawn mower and smelled the sweet scent of fresh grass. Two men were talking 'shop' below. My upstairs french doors were wide open and I could see the name of the new service on the side of a familiar pick-up truck that was taking over from the company who had long serviced our summer cottage.
At the waters edge, I could see this sweet darling standing in front of my victorian gazebo. He looked too innocent and lush to be an adult, yet too old to be underage. I quickly called the new owner of the cottage maintenance service.
"I am calling to verify that the boy working on my yard
is your employee and that he is over 18... Insurance
Requirements you know....."
"No problem Madam, his name is Corey. He's got
I.D. on himself he can give you. Any problems, call me back."
I returned to the balcony and yelled down, "Hey Corey!"
He whirled around, looked up and flashed a winning grin that showed off his brilliant white teeth. I loved the contrast of them against his golden tan and sparkling blue eyes...
"Take a picture of your I.D. and send up to me on your
cell phone...insurance specs you know...."
" Sure, no problem. What is your number? "
"Call your boss, sweetie. He has it. My number is new and my cell is downstairs..."
Within a few minutes I heard my phone ring. I really didn't want to go downstairs but felt a longing to
answer that went way beyond my insurance concerns.
Instead, I yelled down to him. "Is that YOU calling?"
He smiled and waved hello. "Yeh, its me, I called to tell you I can't find my I.D. but the boss is coming over with it."
With that I blew him a big kiss which made my robe come wide-open. I quickly closed it, but Corey stood firm - undaunted. Standing boldly with his feet apart and hammer in hand like a Norse God looking for his next conquest, he reached down and casually felt the front of himself with one hand, while blowing a kiss back up to me with the other.
I felt my face growing hot as I sank into the nearby
chaise lounge and began to gently caress myself; I breathlessly watch Corey's sensual moves in and out between the bushes plucking weeds as he saw fit. I was certain he worked with such obvious flair for no other reason than to perform for me - to make me want him more and more with each passing moment.
As I continued to watch from between the upstairs railing, I found myself mesmerized by his every move.
Corey soon removed his t-shirt and hung it from his belt. Then he began to slowly unzip his shorts moving his shirt just enough so I could see what was happening to him from my vantage view above.
Soon a car pulled into the driveway. "Now who the hell could THAT be!" I sighed. It was his boss!
To my relief, I heard him soon pull away. Then with sudden boyish enthusiasm Corey ran over to me and softly projected his voice upwards through the slats of the balcony floor:
"Hey I got my I.D. now, stay right there. I will bring it up to you..."
"NO! I cried out. I will get my phone and you can send it to me through your cell."
"Okay..." The disappointment in his voice was heart breaking....I wanted to yell out, "Be patient Corey!"
I made myself get up and go down the back stairway and found my phone. Sure enough, his I.D. looked in order.... I would not have guessed he was
27 years old...soon the phone rang again...it was him.
"I am almost done for the day. The owner said your
old fashioned tub upstairs needed to be looked at this week. Would this be a good time?"
I told him NOW would be ideal, but to give me 5 minutes. I added that the key to the back door was under the flag pole flower pot and to take the third stairway up to the right to find the tub that needed his attention.
Five minutes later he found me up to my neck in bubble bath. He smiled broadly and whispered "OMG!". It was a long hot lazy summer afternoon that we were to repeat again and again.
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