It's a hot steamy summer day with the scent of gardenias, magnolias, honeysuckle and jasmine in the air.The grass is long and needs cutting, I am struggling in the driveway to get the lawnmower cranked, but can't get it.What do you know, here comes the Asphaldi truck getting ready to do some tree cutting on my street, perfect, I just love hardhats, rough-necks, hardworking, don't mind to get their hands dirty kind of man.
I quickly run in the house and change into some daisy duke jeans and a bikini bra, comb my hair and spritz some cologne.
Ready for action, I'm getting wet just thinking about all the hard rippling, glistening muscles, in tight jeans and cutoff T-shirts and large toolbelts hanging on their trim waists, below a bulging chest, damn, all the testosterone on that truck is making me swoon.
What a perfect day! It doesn't take long for a couple of strapping guys to come to my aid with the lawnmower The single guy did the talking while the married one tagged along for support and then left. After my hero cranked up the lawnmower for me, being it was their lunchbreak by then, I offered for him to come in and get a tall drink of water.I sat him by the dining table in front of the window AC unit so he could cool down.
He removed his shirt, OMG, the muscles just rippled, I couldn't help myself, I moved closer, I noticed his hard length bulging in his tight jeans, I let my hand accidently brush against it, as I told him to sit down, that I had some Stew ready, that I would feed him.After he ate, I made my move and straddled him as he sat in the chair and kissed him deeply, and thanked him for coming to my aid.I asked him when his lunch break was over, and he said he needed to get back before his boss looks for him, but that I had started a fire deep down inside of him, and that he'd be working on our street all week and now he knew where I lived, wouild it be OK if he would call on me after his shift was over, if I was not busy? I just love a man that is such a gentleman about calling on a lady, it's such a turn on, just like how men used to act. Flames |
