Hello, my Dears. It’s time for some fabulous written erotica!! This current installment of “The Gardener” will be the first entry in the story, which will unfold over eight future posts. So… Read! Absorb! Enjoy!! Now, on to the story…
I’m a red blooded American male that has a higher than average imagination when it comes to sex, as most every red blooded American male does. Now, I’m not saying I’m whacking off to every hottie that I see. Or at least I try not to. I was raised with a strict code of ethics, such as no sex outside of marriage. That normally complicated my life more than I liked, but not to the point of being thoroughly taken advantage of. Ummm… Let me get to my story.
Like every college goer, you either work to put yourself through school or mommy and daddy pay the bills. I’m the former and it’s a suck job if I do say so myself. I’m a lawn manicurist for hire; which is a nice way of saying I cut grass, trim hedges, and pick weeds. It is long hot days of manual labor with a semi nice payoff and a great tan. Even though I’m not a total looker I’m not the elephant man either. I’m average looking you know. Just a regular Joe.
I’ve never really understood being stared at like a piece of meat until I worked a job at some three story mansion in the hills. I was not a happy camper when I saw the size of the yard. It would take me an hour or so to even do the front lawn. I was a bit happier to see the back yard, since it was mostly taken up by the Olympic sized pool.
To be continued…
