Mowing the Lawn [FM]

“The yard needs trimming,” Harry says over morning coffee as he looks out the window.

Sure, he’s talking about the lawn but it’s everything. Since the pandemic we’ve let a lot of things go. He’s not slaving behind the mower like last summer. We both let laundry pile up in the closet when the hamper’s too full. Personal grooming has reached an all-time low and while I enjoyed the extra warmth in winter, my bush was overgrown. Not that he ever minded. Harry always went down on me with gusto and I loved how he preened my pussy like a fucking cat. My own personal tiger.

He’s in the garage when I decide to clean myself up. Stripping out of my clothes, I look at the dark veldt growing between my olive skin legs. I run my fingers through it: soft, warm, and black. An errant finger rubs against my hood and I pause. As good as it felt, I know I want more and I know how to get it. A little moisturizer and oil will have to do for now.

I step out to our patio wearing a towel around my body and carry a tray with my things and some iced tea. Harry doesn’t notice until he rounds a corner, barely done with the edges of the backyard. I give him an eyeful.

I open the towel to reveal my naked, oiled body and the sun feels great on my face and tits. Thank God for high fences. Sitting in the lawn chair, I prop a leg over an armrest and start to lather my hairy pussy.

Harry runs over and his cock is starting to bulge in his gym shorts. Before he can pull them down I stay his hand.

“After you’re done, babe. I’m going to trim myself while you trim the lawn. Put in the work. Then we can play.”

He’s frustrated so I give his cock a nice squeeze for incentive. I love how it stiffens in my hand while the rest of him melts. I know I won’t be able to stop myself if I continue so I let him go. He takes some of the lathering foam and spreads it over my inner thighs and I groan, aching for his touch and he fucking knows it.

“Work first,” he says with a devilish grin. We both go back to landscaping.

Harry has a system. Side to side cuts then diagonal lines to keep the grass healthy. I follow his path over the contours of my crotch, taking time to clean the razor in a little bowl of water before shaving more. A hand mirror gives me extra angles and in all modesty, *I’d* eat that pussy. I shave the top bush by the time he’s halfway done.

I spread my legs across both armrests to give him a full view of my work. The foam tingles my skin warm and cold but inside, I can only feel heat. A yearning to get fucked. My little folds shiver when I slip a finger inside.

“Hey, no touching!” he shouts over the din of the mower. When I look he’s pushing the mower with one hand in his shorts. We’re both stealing from the cookie jar. Hands up.

Back to work.

The tricky parts are along my sides and I take my time. Can’t look at Harry taking off his shirt, sweat beading on his broad chest and dark hair. I know it’s going to make me think of him between my legs. Like I said, he’s a fucking tiger.

We both finish around the same time and I rub in sunblock and moisturizer over my silky smooth skin. As he puts away the mower, I pour him iced tea and wait to see how Harry wants to refresh himself.

He comes out of the garage naked and I can’t disagree with his choice. “All done?” he asks, wagging his thick cock near my face.

“Go ahead and inspect.” I rest a leg on his shoulder as he glides down, licking my thigh until I moan. His hand slides from one breast to another and I quiver from his touch. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

It gets better. But first he teases me mercilessly, kissing everywhere but my needy slit. All I can do is grip my legs and be patient. I’ve waited this long.

“So smooth,” he murmurs, hot breath on my skin. He catches my clit between two fingers and when he squeezes I see stars. “You’ve got a deft touch.”

“You too,” I say between gasps.

“I meant, with the razor.”

“I know what you meant. Just don’t stop, please.” I’m so fucking wet that his finger gets no resistance when he pushes inside. One knuckle, then two rubbing my walls and I squeeze with delight. We find a rhythm, gentle motions as I rock on his fingers, his mouth on my clit. It feels like heaven. I want to wrap my legs around that beautiful head and bury it, smother him with my juices but his grip on my thigh is strong. “Fuck me,” I whimper.

He lunges for my face and we kiss with my pussy juices smearing over lips and tongues. I love the weight of him on me, both of us breathing hard like animals. I rake his chest on my way to find his cock and look down the space between us. His manhood is unkempt and rock hard.

As the tip spreads me wider I feel like I’m riding pure pleasure, right down to my toes. More. I need more but he’s taking his time, keeping me on the edge.

“I love the way you look,” he whispers.

“I love the way you fuck.” I pull back my legs and his cock sinks deep into my pussy and I shake. With his arms now pinning my legs, all I can do is moan and gasp with every push. When he pulls back, the void feels like peak of a roller coaster, until he slams back into me and we’re rolling again. Salty sweat on my lips, I lick them and he nuzzles into my neck. When I can’t take it anymore I hug his neck and taste it, my muscles no longer under control.

“Yes baby, come on my cock,” he says as if I couldn’t. Nothing was going to stop the knot in my belly from unwinding. My pussy wants to milk his cock and throbs on it until I’m a puddle. When he stands up, he offers me an iced tea.

“Aren’t you the gentleman?” I saw with a tired smile. I wave off the glass and grab his cock. It’d do no good to blow him with a cold mouth. “You have your drink. I’ll have mine.”

I waste no time and wrap my lips around that hot dick. Salty and sweet, it tastes like us. Still slick with my juices, his shaft feels so good in my hand. My mouth is making my pussy jealous. In his absence, it still tingles from the shave and a good fuck. I look up and Harry is still drinking.

He holds the glass against his chest and lets a little dribble down the middle, racing down his washboard abs. The cool drink makes him shiver for a moment before it hits my lips. “You want more?”

I can’t talk with a cock down my throat so I nod and he dribbles more of it down his chest, a tiny stream that I swallow like a baby bird. Lips around his head, I work it with my tongue until I can feel him closing in. I let him go with a *pop* and come shoots like a firehose on my tits and neck. As I milk more with my hands, he grunts with approval, sticky jizz coating us both. I wipe my fingers on his crotch as the last twitches ebb and calm.

He falls onto the fresh cut grass and blades stick to his skin. “That was fun. But I have to get to the front yard too. Lots of work left.”

I roll off the chair and crawl over, grabbing a cheek to give him a view of my ass. “While you work on the front, I’ll preen the rear.”

His cock twitches but I wag a finger. “Work first. For both of us.”

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