Yard Work

Lauren pushes the back doors to her house open, revealing a yard that is a little overgrown and disorganized. “Out here. My landscaper got caught… doing something, so I had to fire him. Now as you can see my grass is way too tall! You’ll pick up the sticks and branches, then mow the whole thing. Got it?”

Yard work is easy, you’ve been taking care of the grass around your parents house since you were 9. “On it, grandma” you say as you walk toward the shed. You pull out a wheel barrow to start picking up sticks and rocks and stuff.

It’s a warm summer day, sun beating down on you with the occasional cloud blocking the light. You begin walking around the yard picking up any stick bigger than your thumb and tossing them in the barrow. You don’t have any earbuds because you forgot them at home, so no music for you. As you’re picking up you see your grandma sitting on the raised back porch, legs crossed, just watching you in her robe and sandals.

“You’re doing great, sweety” she says as she sits there. You pick up probably 50 sticks and branches, that being all the big ones you can find. It’s been almost 30 minutes since you started, Lauren’s got a good sized backyard and it’s taken a while to inspect the whole thing. You’ve worked up a sweat already, the bright ass sun not making it any cooler.

You wipe your face on your shirt when you hear your grandma say “You can take that off if you’d like”. You look at her and her robe looks a little looser than it did before… maybe you’re just imagining things.

You go ahead and take off your shirt, walk it over and toss it on the porch, where you’re about eye-level to your grandma’s knees. “I’ll take this in for you” she says as she uncrosses her legs and bends down to grab the shirt, giving you a full view of the fact that she’s not wearing any panties.

You stare for a moment before averting your eyes, she doesn’t seem to notice you saw anything. Lauren take your shirt and walks inside. “She shaves down there…” is your only thought as you return to the shed to grab the mower. Not completely hairless, but very well groomed.

The mower is a standard pushing one that just blows the grass to the side, rather than in a bag. You start it up and begin mowing, Lauren never comes back outside. After half an hour or so, you’ve gotten it all done, and you’re ready to be done for sure. You’ve got grass clippings all over your pants and they’re sticking to your body with all the sweat…