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It's been a long day. I've been at work since 8am, and
here it's the middle of the afternoon and I still haven't gotten the damn
program working yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention is
suddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah, that's
right, it's Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of the gardening service.
I glance outside at the truck. Hmm, it's a different truck than usual.
There must be a new service this week. Then I get a look at the guy
unloading the lawnmower. Whoa! There must be something about working
outside all day that causes guy to look like that!
He's a little taller than average height, and well built. Not the
muscled look, but certainly not a weakling either. The kind of muscles
that look like they came from working day by day. He's wearing a polo
shirt and jeans, and they look tailored for him. He fills them perfectly.
He has wonderful bright hair, a beautiful jaw line, and a wonderful cleft
chin. I can't see his eyes through the dark glasses he's wearing. It's
gonna be difficult to concentrate while he's working out there.
I try to get back to work while he starts the lawnmower. After all, it
wouldn't really be prudent to be staring at the gardener while I'm
supposed to be finishing up this program. I start back looking for that
bug in the program when I see him pushing the lawnmower right by the
window.
I look up. He's even better looking up close. His forearms are
lightly dusted with slightly darker hair than what is on his head.
He's freshly shaved, but has that dark stubble look that adds
definition to his face. He looks like he has nice strong hands.
My gaze wanders down the rest of his body, and I'm enjoying what I'm
seeing. Then he's past the window.
I wait for him to come back and watch him again. On his third pass, I
suddenly realize that he's watching me as he mows past. Oh, god, has he
caught me watching him? Damn, that's probably the last I'll see of him.
The straight guys always seem to run away when they've noticed that you've
noticed them. No, there he is again. As he gets to the point on his lawn
mowing circuit closest to my window, he stops for a
moment, takes off his sunglasses and wipes his brow, managing to fix me
with a piercing gaze. Oh my god, his eyes! Toffee brown. I'm gonna melt.
By now, he's got to have figured out that I find him attractive. He's
certainly teasing me.
Now that he's certain he has my attention, he goes back to work and
finishes up the lawn. Now he's pushing the lawnmower to the back lot to
work out there. His partner comes by with the edge trimmer and finishes up
the lawn. I guess I've had my thrill for the day, and now it's time for ME
to get back to work. About half an hour later, I see him load the
lawnmower back into the truck. He jumps into the passenger side, but
before the truck drives away, he looks back at my
window. He's still wearing those sunglasses, so I don't know if he's
actually looking at me, but I certainly hope so...
It's Wednesday again. I'm really looking forward to the lawnmower's visit.
I'm in the middle of a major editing session when I hear the truck pull
up. I make sure to save the files, in case I get, um, interrupted while
he's here.
This time, he's wearing some kind of baseball jersey/t-shirt. Looks like
it has a team name on the front, for some kind of softball team. Well,
that's certainly a good way to keep in shape. He turns to set the mower on
the lawn, and I see that there's something written across the back as
well. It says "Andy". Hmm, well, since I know no better,
I'll assume that's his name.
This time, I'm not so coy about watching him. The office is pretty much
deserted; the only other person around is working on the other side of the
room with his headphones on. He's too wrapped up in what he's working on
to even notice that I'm in the room, much less zoning on some guy.
Andy seems to appreciate my watching him. He's taking his time to make
sure the job is done thoroughly. He's making sure to mow the entire lawn
very carefully, especially the parts outside of my window. Every now and
again, he stops to stretch his back or his arms or his legs. He's showing
off outrageously, and one look at his face shows that he
knows it. What a flirt.
He's done too soon, and again he must leave. I sigh, but thinking about
what might be in store for next week keeps me feeling good for the next
few days...
It's sweltering outside. It's the kind of day that makes you want to leave
your car windows open just so that you won't bake when you drive back
home. Fortunately, the temperamental air conditioning for the building has
decided to work today. It's going to be a long day again for me, as I have
the extreme pleasure of trying to get my programs to integrate with a
bunch of other people's programs. We're supposed to
ship the product next week, so there's a major deadline crunch. I really
need a break. And I'm not all that interested in coffee.
Right on schedule, there's the truck. He jumps out of the cab and walks
back to the rear of the truck. He's being very cocky today, but I can't
help but catch that infectious grin of his. The guy at the desk next to
mine is noticing me staring, but today I don't care.
As "Andy" starts the mower going, I see that he's wearing a white t-shirt
today. He turns the corner, and I see what's written on the back. It says
"For a good time..." followed by a phone number. Is this for real? Is he
actually giving me his phone number? I'm in shock. Staring at him through
the office window is one thing, but actually calling him and talking is
something I hadn't even thought of except in my wildest of fantasies. But
then, he stops and looks right at me, challenging me. Do I take the risk?
I grab a piece of paper and quickly write the number down. Apparently, he
sees me, as he starts back to his mowing. I think, I must be crazy,
actually thinking of calling a complete stranger.
About half of the way through his circuit, he stops. He must be
awfully hot out there, cause I can see the sweat dripping off of his chin.
He's thinking the same thing. Then he pulls his shirt over his head. Wow,
he should be modeling. A light dusting of hair covers his chest and trails
down his belly. His firm pecs pull as he stretches his arms overhead. To
hell with work, I'd better be concerned about keeping the proverbial drool
out of my keyboard!
Again, it's he's done too soon. As the gardening service is packing up to
leave, he carefully hangs his shirt from the truck's mirror. He made sure
to leave the number and the message easily readable. He grabs his shirt
and he and his partner climb back into the truck and take off, leaving me
with a major dilemma. Do I dare call?
Well, I've decided. Tomorrow is Saturday, and my front yard could use some
work. I'll call "Andy" up and ask if he does house calls. It takes me an
hour or so, but I finally get the nerve up to call.
"Hello, Handy Andy's Gardening, can I help you?"
Hmm, it's a young voice; it could be him.
"Um, yeah, I hear you do really good work, and I was wondering if you do
private houses as well as corporate gardening. You see, my front yard is
really bad, and I don't have the tools to take care of it." I shut up
since I realize that I'm babbling.
"Yeah, but only on weekends."
"Great! How about tomorrow?"
"Well, it's kinda busy, but I guess I could at least stop by and see how
much work it's going to be."
We agree to a time to meet and I give him my address and phone number. I
thank him, and then hang up. It was all I could do to keep my voice under
control.
It's Saturday morning now, and I hear a truck pulling up in front of my
house. I live in a small house, but it has a huge yard, both front and
back. The front is arranged well, but I've let it grow a bit wild, since I
really have no luck with plants. The back yard is a total jungle. I don't
entertain much, so I don't bother worrying about it.
I look out the front windows. It's his truck, and he's alone. I guess on
weekends he works by himself. He gets out of the truck and walks up to the
front door. Before he has a chance to ring the bell, I open the door. He
stands there, slightly surprised at having the door opened so suddenly,
but he recovers quickly. Then he recognizes me, and he
starts to smile, and his eyes get that twinkle look. Wow, just like from
the comics.
"Handy Andy, at your service," he says with a grin.
"Hi, Andy, I'm Jim. Glad to meet you..." I say.
He's wearing short shorts today with a large T-shirt with some mountain
climbing gear logo along with a pair of nylon hiking shoes. He looks
around the front yard, and I can see him summing up the amount of work it
needs. "Looks like it's run wild for a few months, eh? Well, it's lucky
for you that I don't really have that heavy of a schedule today."
"Why don't you come on in, and we can discuss what needs to be done
first?"
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to kinda take a free hand at it. I
guarantee you won't be disappointed."
I decide to follow his lead. "Sure, go ahead." We shake on it.
He starts to unload his truck. I offer to help, but he nicely says
that I'm paying him to do his work (I'd forgotten I was supposed to pay
him) and that I should just sit back and relax while he gets to it. He
points to the chair on the porch and suggests that I sit back and read the
paper or something. As if I'll be able to concentrate on the paper with
him working so nearby. Reluctantly, I comply with his wishes.
He starts working on the yard. It's wonderful to be able to sit on my
porch and watch a sexy man work while he's aware that I'm watching him. He
begins with the hedges, trimming them neatly along the walk. Then he
attacks the flower bed, clearing out the dead growth and encouraging
the plants to flower more. The day is a warm one, and before too long, his
shirt is damp from sweat.
"Would you like something cool to drink, Andy? I have a couple of cold
beers, if you'd like. Also, some fruit juices and soda."
"That would be great. You got any lemonade? That would really be great
right now."
Just my luck, I had made some the day before. I went inside and poured out
a couple of glasses worth and brought them back out, handing one to him.
He takes a few quick gulps. "Thanks, Jim, that REALLY hit the spot. It is
a bit warm out here, isn't it? Would you mind if I take this off?" He
pulls at his shirt.
"No, not at all, go ahead..." I stammer.
He winks at me, and pulls the shirt over his head slowly. I am really
turned on by his sensuousness, and I think he's quite aware of it. "Hold
on to this for me?" he asks, handing me his shirt.
I take it, and let him get back to work. I return to my chair, holding his
shirt in my lap. He has a very masculine smell to him, and his odor clings
to his sodden shirt.
After a couple of hours, he finally fishes up the front yard. It
hasn't looked this good since well before I moved in. He's done an
excellent job, worth a great deal more than we had agreed upon. He joins
me on the porch.
"Well, what do you think?" he asks.
"It's incredible! I'm going to be the envy of all of my neighbors with the
job you've done!"
"Thanks, I enjoyed it. It's a very interesting yard. I'm trained as a
landscape architect, but I'm not done with my degree. It's not often I
have a chance to do much more than simple gardening."
"You really have a good eye for it; it shows. Now come on inside. It's a
lot cooler indoors, and you look as thought you could use a rest." I hold
the door open for him. He thanks me and enters the house.
I'm right behind him, but as I cross from the outside glare to the
relative darkness of the interior, he grabs me and presses his body up
against mine. His body odor engulfs me as he locks his lips to mine. We
kiss, but it's more intense than any other kiss I've ever had. The door's
wide open, but I don't care. My entire world is now just him and myself
and the kiss we're sharing.
Ten minutes and a subjective eternity later, we part. "I've been
wanting to do that since the first time I saw you," I tell him.
"You too, eh? I was so afraid that you'd never call me. I've never done
anything that crazy before. Imagine getting a t-shirt made with my phone
number..."
"I'm glad you did," I say as I kiss him again. "Let's get you into a
shower," I tell him. He grins mischievously as I lead him to the bathroom.
Once there, I peel his short off his body. He has a beautiful body, better
than my fantasies of him. He helps me to undress and we get into the
shower. One of the nicest features, in my mind, about the house I'm
renting is the huge shower that it has. We made ample use of it, draining
my hot water tank. My hands explore every inch of his body and he explores
my body just as thoroughly. He starts to kiss me on my face and my neck.
He chews on my ear and whispers "I think I see
a way that you can pay me for my services..."
"Which services?" I ask. "Your gardening, or..." He laughs and kisses me
again.
Once the water starts to get too chilly we quickly towel each other dry. I
lead him to my bed and we both climb under the covers. For the next four
hours, we make very passionate love. When evening comes, I ask him, "Do
you have anywhere else you needed to be today?"
"Well, when I told you that my schedule was busy, I kinda stretched the
truth. About all I had planned was a bad porno and an evening of
frustration."
"That's just what I wanted to hear," I tell him and I attack his body
again.
It's Sunday morning. I have gotten up early and decided to make breakfast
for both of us. I put the coffee on, cut up some fruit, and am making
breakfast when Andy walks into the kitchen. He puts his arms around my
waist and pulls me into another kiss.
"Morning," I try to say, but it comes out more like "mrglflng". He laughs.
"Breakfast, what a great idea!" he says.
"It'll just be a minute." I tell him.
He grabs a slice of cantaloupe and munches on it while he takes a tour of
the kitchen. "I love your place," he tells me. "Can I take a look out
back?"
"Sure," I say, "but be careful. It's kind of a jungle out there."
He comes back inside after a few minutes and says "Yes, it's really
overgrown. Looks like I'll have lots of work ahead."
I start to tell him that I didn't expect him to do that as well, but he
silences me with a finger on my lips.
"Hey, I have to tell my boss something when I keep coming over here..." he
says with a devilish grin...
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