Mowing at the Morris's

The next day, Chuck got his tools together and walked the mower down to the Morris house. Since Angie had said she wouldn't be there, he started mowing the lawn. It was a hot day again, and by the time he had finished the front yard, his t-shirt was soaked with perspiration. After finishing one side of the house, he took his shirt off and hung it on one of the rock walls surrounding one of the raised beds of the garden. He continued mowing.

About fifteen minutes later, he noticed that Sandy was standing on the patio watching him. She was wearing a yellow tank top and a pair of cut-off shorts. The shirt was tight and showed off her generous endowment. Her dark hair contrasted her pale skin. The shorts were so tight that when she turned around to enter the house, Chuck marvelled at her beautiful butt and flared hips. He could see the curve of the bottom of her ass sticking out the very short covering. He continued to mow.

As he stopped the mower to dump the bag of grass clippings into a plastic yard bag, Sandy walked out to him, holding a glass in her hand. "Hey, Chuck. How's it going? I didn't know you were going to be doing our lawn this year. Would you like some lemonade?" she asked, her familiar smile on her face.

"Sure! Things have been pretty good. I pulled a 3.5 average this year at State. How about you?" he asked as she handed him the glass of pale yellow liquid.

He guzzled half the lemonade in one big gulp while she replied, "Not too bad. I had a 3.0 at the University. What's your major?" He tried not to stare at her lovely body, jerking his eyes up to look at her face.

"I haven't picked a major yet, but I'm leaning toward either Communications or History. Are you in Theater like you thought you wanted?" he inquired.

While he sipped the rest of the lemonade, she said, "Yes, though I haven't declared it as my major yet. I've tried out for a few plays, but I've only gotten small parts so far." He noticed that Sandy was inching closer to him, occasionally glancing down his body. She had her hands behind her back, which thrust her tits out prominently in front of her. The gap between the tank top and her shorts revealed a smooth flat belly with a ring pierced through her belly button. It had an purple amethyst set in it. Chuck was having trouble maintaining the small talk with her dazzling form so close to him. He could feel his cock starting to expand in his shorts. He hoped that she didn't notice.

He finished the drink and handed the glass back to Sandy. "Thanks for the lemonade. It really quenched my thirst." As she took it from him, her hand grazed his, and he could feel it like electricity on his skin.