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Short Story #2: The Lawnmower Man
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Short Story #2: The Lawnmower Man Timothy was not the typical Midwestern man. Shy, aged late 20's, rugged, average height, wavy brown hair and green eyes and standing at five-foot-nine inches tall. Working odd jobs on the weekends in his spare time. He was always a nerd in high school, and usually the target of pranks and put-me-downs from the other students, often by the jocks. But that was all behind him as he was now out in to the real world, working his way to the top of the ladder in the banking industry, as an assistant loan officer. Today is a Saturday and he's preparing to mow the lawn of one of his friend's neighbors, who lives in an affluent neighborhood that he only dreams of living in some day. It is a typical Midwestern town. Tree-lined streets, white picket fences with front yards of beautiful green grass. Timothy arrives at the residence, where he's been there many times before. Unloads what he needs from the back of his truck and prepares the task at hand. Meanwhile in the large picture window, Susan, the wife and the occupant of the large two-story house, gazes out at Timothy while sipping her morning coffee, watching him do what he's always done every other Saturday that summer. Susan had the warm inviting face, that is typical of most Midwestern women. She was often told she could be a stand-in double for actress Bonnie Hunt. She smiles as she finishes a sip from her cup and sets the cup down on a table that is covered with a large doily, in front of the large picture window. Susan proceeds to head to the door, still in her bathrobe and walks outside to greet Timothy, who is happy to see her again. Exchanging a few pleasantries, Susan abruptly changes the topic and inquires, "So I hear you also are pretty good as fixing computer problems. You know me, I'm not quite an expert when it comes to computer problems. 'Computer illiterate' is the right term." Timothy chuckles and replies, "Yeah, that's what they're called". "Anyway", Susan said, "I was wondering if you could take care of this popup window 'thingy' that I can't seem to close, no matter what I do. it's practically taken over the whole computer. Can't do anything with the darn thing except turn the computer on and off. Which I already know how to do. I have some spreadsheets that I need to finish by next Wednesday." "Sure", Timothy replied, eyes beaming "I can do that for you. I'll have you back up and running in no time". "Great! I'll let you get back to mowing the lawn and when you finish, there will be lemonade waiting in the fridge if you like.", Susan said as her face beamed with a smile. Timothy reaches down to start the mower as Susan heads back in to the house. A little over an hour had past at this point, and Timothy shuts the mower down and loads his mower and garden tools in to the back of the truck. Wipes his brow and he's sweating from head to toe and he's ready for that cold glass of lemonade by this time. Timothy heads to the front door, knocks a couple times as the door is already unlocked, and he enters the large foyer and living area. "Susan?", Timothy shouts. "I'm here!", she shouts back from the office near the back of the house, as Timothy walks through the large kitchen, with a rather high ceiling, real wood flooring and large granite counter tops and a massive food preperation island in the center of the kitchen. He walks toward the refrigerator and grabs the full pitcher of lemonade and pours himself a glass in the tall glass on the countertop next to the refrigerator Susan had left for him to use. He walks down the wide hallway toward the office, passing by a parakeet in a<b> cage </font></b>that stood on it's perch with a watchful eye as if it was a Sentry on duty. "See? Can't do anything", as Susan demonstrates by click the mouse button and the Enter key on the keyboard. "I know exactly what your problem is. I'll have it fixed in 10 minutes", Timothy says as he takes his seat in the large leather computer chair, and Susan quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Minutes later, Timothy has worked out the problem with the computer and given it a necessary reboot and begins to roll back the chair from the desk he hits what he thought was a bump in the floor and swivels the chair around to find Susan standing there dressed in black, with a large black choker around her neck, black leather bra and panties, garter belt with thigh highs hooked to the suspenders and shiny black pointed stilettos on her feet. Susan pushes Timothy hard back in to the chair as she hovers over him, while in the other hand she reveals three red silk scarves. Two get tied to each of Timothy arms to the arms of the computer chair and the third gets tied neatly and tightly over his eyes. Timothy wriggles his arms to no avail, but Susan chuckles softly knowing she's got him where she wants him. Susan kneels down in front of him and begins to undress Timothy by removing his rugged light brown work boots, white athletic socks and slightly torn blue jeans. Susan teases Timothy's remaining senses by running the tip of a small riding crop she had retrieved from the small filing cabinet in the corner of the room. Brushing the tip of it along the width of his chest and down to his belly button. She leans down and presses her lips up to his left ear and whispers, "I've got one more thing I want you to do. Shouldn't be more than 10 minutes", and chuckles softly. She stands there looking at him briefly, watching Timothy try to wriggle his arms free. Susan then moves back toward Timothy, dropping to her knees to the floor and grabs Timothy's well-endowed cock in her hand and begins taking his cock in to her mouth and sucking hard and deep. Flicking her tongue on the large head, tugging his ball sac with her hand and sucks on his cock again as Timothy's groans and his cock begins to throb more with each down stroke of Susan's expectant mouth. Suddenly and without warning, Timothy's hard cock gushes a tidal wave of cum in to Susan's mouth. Susan gulping every ounce of it down her throat. Susan stands back up and removes the scarves bounding Timothy's arms to the chair and Timothy yanks the scarf off his eyes and looks at Susan still clearing her throat. Timothy jumps out of the chair as they both leave the office. Susan motions toward the bathroom and tells Timothy, "The towels are over there." Timothy walks past the parakeet that squawks, "AWK! Get me out of here!!!" Susan retires to the bedroom chuckling. |
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Short story #2... I've got more, cumming soon.
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love this story  looking forward to the next one 
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