Hunk Hunter (part 3) - Hiring Herbert

Gerry is the first done with his yard work and he plops down in one of my patio chairs, sweating all over the vinyl as he drinks his lemonade. Isaac is finished second. He returns to the backyard with a coil of hose and his headphones blaring Billie Jean.

"Everything is all wet, ma'am," he says with a grin, droppying the hose by the spigot. 

"Mmmm, not yet," I murmur to myself. 

He gives me a confused look and I hand him a lemonade. While the boys are cooling off with refreshments, I slip out of my robe and go for a swim. Every so often I surface, pulling my wet hair from my face as my plump breasts clear the water. I can tell Isaac is watching me in my bikini because the bulge in his shorts keeps getting bigger. I have no idea whether or not Gerry is watching me. 

The one person I am pretty sure isn't watching me is sickly Herbert Cantwell. He is coughing and wheezing, popping his inhaler, and diligently if very slowly working his way through my planters in search of weeds. 

He doesn't even look over when I climb out of the pool, my body glistening wet and my nipples thick and erect under my bikini top. I turn my back on him as I slip a finger into the back of my bikini bottoms and pull the wedge out of my plush rear. A quick check over my shoulder and...nope, still not watching. I almost feel insulted, but it also makes me want Herbert. I want to push him down and sit on him. I want him to know why he should be paying attention to me. 

"Isaac! Gerry!" I call as I walk back to their side of the pool. "I think we're done for the day. Thank you so much. If I need more help, I will give you a call. The money is in the envelope on the steps there. Five dollars each."

"Yep," says Gerry, getting up.

"Alright, ma'am," says Isaac. "Thanks for the lemonade. It was sweet." 

He stands up, his cock bulging in his shorts as he gawks at me for a moment longer. I squint at the sun behind him, my breasts jiggling slightly and continuing to drip water. He gives me a last shake of the head, maybe imagining what might have been if his fantasies had come true. Not today, Isaac. Today, I'm going to be making Herbert Cantwell's fantasies come true.

I wait for the gate to close behind Isaac before turning my attention back to Herbert. His knees are all dirty and red from kneeling beside the garden. His scrawny butt looks cute in his shorts. I stand over him, dripping on water on his shoes from my wet bikini until he finally notices.

"Oh, ah, ma'am, I think I'm almost done," he says, looking up at me. His cheeks are red and he looks more than a little overheated. I press the back of my hand to his head and I can feel the heat radiating from his face.

"Oh, Herbert, you're flushed. We'd better get you inside into the air conditioning. You can enjoy your lemonade in the den." He stammers something about needing to take his afternoon medicine. I ignore it and take his hand, guiding him into the house. The cool air prickles against my mostly naked body. Herbert seems to finally be noticing me, but he's too shy to stare. I sit him down on the sofa in the den and place a tall glass of lemonade on the coaster next to him. "There you go. Oh, but you've tracked dirt into the house. Why don't you take your shoes off while I get the vacuum."

"Um, okay," he says, untying his unfashionable sneakers which seem to have orthotic inserts. I carry them away and return with the vacuum. While Herbert sips his lemonade, occasionally puffing on his inhaler, I begin vacuuming the den. Which means a lot of wiggling around, stretching, and bending over. My big, womanly ass is practically in his face, waving back and forth as he sits there nervously. 

"Oh, some dust up there," I say, turning and using the hose to vacuum the picture frames above Herbert's head. While I'm sucking dust off the photos of me and Ronnie in Cancun and me and Ronnie in Vegas, my heaving tits are pressing against Herbert's face. I can feel his nose touching the soft swell of my mounds. I stretch a liiiiittle more and his face is squeezed in my cleavage. The moment I pull back, I hear the crack-hiss of his inhaler. Good. I have his full attention. 

I unplug the vacuum and move it out of the way. He's beet red and staring now. I giggle and ask him, "How's the lemonade?" 

"G-g-good," he stammers. "Was there a-a-anything else you needed help with?" 

The poor young man looks like he is going to vibrate out of his seat on the couch. Not surprising, considering that wet spot on the front of his shorts. Small, but spreading. He either exploded already or he has a lot of precum. 

"As a matter of fact, there was something I needed help with," I say, teasing my lips with my fingertip. "Are you sure you're up for it, Herbert?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," he says, staring right at my tits now. "Whatever you n-need."

What do I need?