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It landed with a clatter as my eyes followed the fence line that separated my backyard from the neighbors’. I’d have to do some trim work with the hedger. All that fancy landscaping the realtor had sold me on really only meant one thing: more fucking yard work.

I bent and picked up the bottle before pushing the lawnmower towards the shed, nestled in the back corner, eager to get another bottle of water and a cold shower.

For the beginning of June, it was hot as hell. I didn’t really have time for things like lawn care anymore, but I did it because hard work felt good.

I swung the shed door wide, about to slide the mower back in place, when I caught sight of a flash of neon pink over the fence. On instinct, I rocked up on the balls of my feet to make out exactly what I was seeing. The neighbors’ backyard had been empty for as long as I’d been around. The only time I saw activity was when the lawn maintenance company was back there, maintaining all that damn fancy landscaping.

Unable to get a clear look over the fence, I edged closer, eyes trained on the scrap of pink against flesh before it moved. A glimpse of one lush thigh danced across my vision.

I swallowed, feeling instantly drawn to whoever was sunbathing on the other side of that fence.

Thinking fast, I snagged the lawnmower and pushed it along the fence’s edge until I came to the usually-locked gate that separated our yards. Sliding the latch, I opened the door wide and pushed through, mower in tow.

And then my mouth fucking dropped.

A woman–no, a young woman–sunbathed in a pair of neon pink swim shorts that nestled firmly between her plump thighs.

My cock flexed behind my zipper and I cleared my throat, trying to angle the mower in front of my rapidly tenting shorts.

“Oh, hi.” She cast a glance over her shoulder, round sunglasses hiding her eyes from me.

I stepped closer, rattled by her voluptuous body. Those thick thighs had enough meat on them to really sink my fingers into. I could just imagine snaking my tongue up the curve of her inner knee, discovering her slopes and valleys with my greedy hands. I’d never had a reaction like this before. Especially to someone so young.

“Can I…” I paused, eyes landing for the first time on her low-cut top and the way her generous tits nearly fell out when she turned over to get a better view of me. “You need me…to….” I stepped closer, beyond distracted by such womanly curves on such a young lady. She couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen, but she had a body made to be loved well, and loved often. “Lawn?”

“Excuse me?” Even the frown lines that appeared over her eyes when she squinted into the sun were cute.

And then she tipped her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, and I was a goner.

A pair of startling green eyes settled on mine as a chorus of filthy things entered my head. I shoved them all down in favor of one coherent sentence: “Looks like you need me.”

“Come again?” She laughed, shifted up on her hip and dangled her bare feet over the edge of the lounger. Hell, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

“Looks like you need me to mow the lawn, figured this way our lawns look nicer if they’re maintained on the same day. Curb appeal is what my realtor calls it.”

I fucking felt every single lie as it dripped off my lips. What I really wanted to say: I could stare at you all fucking day. Please let me mow your grass just to keep an eye on all those beautiful curves.

I didn’t figure that would go over well though.

“Umm…” She stood, long legs unfolding as those tiny shorts rode up her thighs and hugged her sexy little pussy. I had to tear my eyes away, a groan already on my lips. “My parents usually handle that. I just got home for summer break, so I’m not really sure what they have on the schedule.”

“Well, I’m here now. I like the exercise, and I won’t bother you. Just pretend I’m not even here.” I husked, yanking the cord on the mower and drowning out any possible reply. I was a fucking goner. Anything to be near her for as long as possible.

I did the first few passes near her chair, only sneaking stray glances as she flipped the pages on her book, ankles twisted in the air and swinging back and forth. Her lips pursed up once in a while as if she was having a visceral reaction to whatever she read. After about ten minutes she turned, flipping herself in the sun and holding her book in front of her face.