MILF SEDUCED GARDENER DURING QUARANTINE (3)

I stepped away from the window and moved through the house, toward my front door. I could still see him through the glass, preparing to cut my lawn. I stayed there for a moment, watching him, admiring the way he moved his body.

It was hard not to get wrapped up in him. He was so beautiful, with his brown hair and deep brown eyes and perfectly tanned skin from working outside all day. Just looking at him made my stomach flip and my heart flutter.

But I needed to stop staring and put my plan into motion. If I didn't, I would waste the entire day watching him, and then he would vanish just as quickly as he'd appeared.

The worst part of this was the not knowing. Not all young, strapping men were into older women such as myself. Even if I had kept myself tight and toned, it didn't mean they would find me attractive.

I was going to have to put myself out there, to be vulnerable, and if I got rejected it was going to sting. Usually I would be able to deal with it easily.

Don't want me? No problem. There are thousands of men out there ready to drop their pants for me as soon as I say the word. But now? Now it was all different. Going out and finding those men was impossible.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle, feeling the cold metal bite pleasantly against my warm skin. There was no time for me to think-I had to do it. I turned the handle roughly.

I couldn't stop myself from yanking the door open. It swung open quickly, almost banging into the wall to the right of me. I stopped it just in time, my fingers clutching the wood, before eventually letting go.

I stepped out of the safety of my home, into the warmth of the outside world. As soon as I was outside, I felt a twinge of regret. The desert was always warm but today was an aberration, especially this early in Spring. I instantly began to fan myself with my palm, desperate to get some air moving around me.

The heat wasn't going to stop me, though. I went to the edge of the porch, feeling the hot concrete beneath my feet, and watched as my gardener sweltered. The sweat was already pouring off him, trickling down his face and neck to disappear beneath his shirt.

I opened my mouth to call his name but I had to stop myself. At that moment, I realized that I didn't even know his name. He was my gardener.

The company sent whoever was available to do the job. I'd never spoken to him, nor any of his colleagues, and there had never been any need for me

For a moment, I wondered how the hell I was going to get his attention.
From there on my porch, I was hidden from most of my neighbors. I wasn't about to step out of the safety to give them all a show.

None of them needed to see me in my see-through negligee rimmed with bright red feathers. This outfit wasn't for them-it was for my gardener. His eyes only.

There were plenty of miserable husbands that eye-fucked me every time they passed me in the street. I wasn't going to give them any more wank material than I already had.

They would just have to deal with the hazy memory of my large tits bouncing in my sports bra as I ran past their windows.

There was no need for me to worry. His big brown eyes eventually noticed me in the corners of his vision and instantly moved to me. A huge smile broke out onto his lips.

I waved at him with my fingers, letting them wiggle in the air as I stared at him, a smile playing on the corners of my mouth. I didn't want to smile too widely, though. I was going for a sultry seductress look.

It seemed that he picked up what I was putting down. Within a second, he'd tossed his thick, dirty gloves to the ground and stepped over my rose bushes. It only took him a couple of long strides to make his way over to me.

I wasn't about to make him stand and talk to me in the heat. I walked backwards into my home, never removing my eyes from his face. Luckily for me, I didn't need to say a damn word. He knew what I wanted.

As soon as he kicked the door shut with his heel, my heart started to hammer in my chest as butterflies broke into my stomach.

My whole body was vibrating with anticipation as we stood opposite one another.

His heart was beating so hard, the vibration of it was shuddering through his t-shirt, making the material wiggle where it was stretched between his pecs. I stared at it for a moment, letting my tongue drift over my bottom lip.

"What's your name?" he purred.

His voice was deeper than I expected, like a rumbling engine running through my home. It caused a shiver to shoot down my spine, making all of my limbs tingle and causing all the hairs on my arm to stand on end.

"No names," I replied, shaking my head slowly.

He frowned, bringing his eyebrows deeply together. "Why not?" I closed the space between us and carefully put my hands on his chest. I could feel the warmth beneath my palms.

The tightness of his muscles, the beating of his heart, the slight damp feeling of his shirt... all of it was intoxicating to me.

My hands slipped down to the hem of his shirt and gently tugged it upwards. The material was stuck to his skin a little, gently peeling away as I lifted it to his shoulders.

When his body was free from the shirt, I let my hands run over his bare chest and allowed a long, happy sigh to come out of my mouth.

"I just want you," I whispered.

I could feel my breath bouncing off his muscles and wafting into my face. My fingers ran over his bare chest, feeling his soft skin sliding beneath mine. The scent of his skin was heady and thick, driving me crazy enough to want to bury my head into the crook of his neck.

"I don't want to know anything about you," I continued. "I just want to love you."

When I finally looked up into his eyes, I saw a hint of reservation there.

I couldn't stop the confusion from coming into my expression.

Why did he look so disappointed? Wasn't this was every man wanted a woman who just wanted sex, fun, and no commitments?

"It'll be a good time," I said, pressing my body against his as my hands reached up to his shoulders. "Just you and me and our naked bodies”.

I glanced up to him through my lashes and saw his face twitch. It was clear he wanted me. He just needed some convincing.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled on him slightly, bringing him down. At the same time, I stood on the tips of my toes and brought my lips to his.

As soon as our lips connected, he put his arms around my waist and crushed me against his body. And just like that, I had gotten everything I wanted. I let my hands grip the back of his neck as I pulled his face hard against mine, our lips moving in unison.

Minutes passed like seconds as our eager mouths worked together, our tongues exploring each other as our hot breaths misted out of our mouths.

I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, feeling like it was trying to break out of its cage, and my legs were struggling to keep me standing upright.