Go say "hi" to Mr. Wood

Dan gives you one last look and a saucy wink that tells you he saw you bending over. He climbs into his car. You smile at him as he drives away.

Across the street, Mr. Wood seems to be working himself into quite a sweat. He’s only been at it a couple of minutes and already his forehead is damp with perspiration. You figure you should head over and give him an excuse to take a break. He turns and sees you coming just as you step onto the sidewalk on his side of the street.

“Hi there, Mr. Wood!” You grin.

“Hello there, Joy!” He says and wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Mighty nice day!”

“Sure is,” you say.

“Any idea what Dan and Maria were fighting about?” You ask.

You twist your body to look back at their driveway and use the opportunity to thrust your tits out a little bit towards Mr. Wood. You’re happy to hear Mr. Wood’s answer catches in his throat. He coughs and starts again.

“Don’t know,” he says, “they’re always going at it.”

“Oh really?” You say and raise an eyebrow mischievously.

Mr. Wood flushes red.

“Did I tell you,” you say, taking half a step towards him, “that I just turned 18 last Tuesday?”

“W-w,” he stammers, trying not to look down at your cleavage. “Well, h-happy birthday, Joy.”

He wipes the sweat from his head again. He looks awfully overworked.

Should you let him off the hook, get him a drink to cool off, keep teasing him, or do something else? Decisions, decisions…