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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2008 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
"Hired Hand"
“Are you sure she’s okay with this?” Jared asked Samantha as they stood on their porch.
After flashing a reassuring smile at her husband, Samantha looked down at their young landscaper, the woman
who had captured his interests…and hers.
“I’m positive,” Samantha said, revealing her carnal need with her throaty response.
After trimming up the topiary beside their front door, Eva, their landscaper, crawled around on her hands and
knees at the front porch to collect the fallen leaves. Her long, silky chocolate brown hair, bound in a ponytail,
cascaded over her sunbathed shoulder.
Wearing a tank top and shorts, Samantha couldn’t help but admire how Eva’s naturally dark skin glistened in
the mid-morning sun.
A thin waist topped the woman’s rounded ass. And stemming from the bottom of her cut-off shorts were two
long and strong legs. Well-worn working boots covered her feet.
Eva reached forward to retrieve more leaves and lawn debris. Her firm, apple-sized breasts made hardly any
movement as she jutted forward and back.
Looking at the protrusion in Jared’s tan slacks, Samantha surmised he had the same intense feeling about this
sexy Aztec princess. Who knew her clean-cut golden boy husband would want to get down like this? Samantha
had to keep pinching her thigh to remind herself that, although she wanted this as much as Jared, that this was
all his idea, not hers.
Returning her gaze to the kneeling sexy being, Samantha cut her eyes over to the thin strip of fabric that
covered her landscaper’s pussy. So short were the woman’s shorts that Samantha saw one pink pussy lip
peeking out through the fringed fabric.
Samantha licked her lips. Her heart pounded and the feeling made her reach her hand out to her husband’s
and clasp it as though she needed to stabilize herself. Jared squeezed her hand then let an obscene chuckle
rumble in his throat.
“Her,” Samantha began once she gained some composure. “It has to be her.”
Eva gathered the leaves in both of her hands, stood up, and sauntered to the couple. Samantha loved
watching Eva’s smooth, muscled cinnamon-colored legs in motion. She didn’t walk with her head down. Oh no.
Not this sensual creature.
As though she knew Samantha and her husband were watching her every move, Eva swayed her hips a little
more than usual. Sweat dampened her white shirt between her breasts and over her stomach.
When Samantha stared hard enough, she saw Eva’s dark areolas through her thin top.
Either Jared noticed the same thing that she had, or he needed to feel Samantha just a little more the closer
this woman got to them, because he broke his hand hold with her and snaked his arm around her waist, resting
his large hand on her hip.
Shivers attacked Samantha’s body. Her pungent aroma wafting from her cunt swirled around her until all she
could smell was her scent, fresh cut grass and the roses from her garden.
Eva dropped the pile into a trash bag by the brick porch then cut her gaze up to the couple, offering them a
smile that hinted that if asked, she would do anything…and not necessarily yard work either.
“You’ve been working hard,” Jared began. “Come inside for some lemonade.”
Eva’s eyes got wide. She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Jared opened the wooden front door and ushered the young woman inside. Samantha followed her. She
caught Eva’s earthy scent and a slight honeysuckle aroma.
When Jared had brought up the prospect of bringing someone else into their bedroom, Samantha had
squealed with joy. Most wives would leave their husbands over a suggestion like that. What the suggestion
said to Samantha was that Jared knew her. He understood her needs as well as his own. And most
importantly, he trusted her and knew she could trust him.
Samantha had to laugh to herself whenever she thought about her mother. Her mother wanted her to marry
Jared because in Samantha’s mother’s opinion, Jared was safe, tame, a good boy.
“He’s a good Southern Baptist with a great job as bookstore owner,” she’d said.
Little did her mother know that Jared fucked Samantha in almost every aisle and every part of his store, twice.
And at times he could be more sexually-daring than her.
Inside of the kitchen, Jared opened two malt liquors with a lemonade-flavored taste and handed one to his wife
and the other to Eva.
“I shouldn’t drink,” Eva said. “I’m working.”
“Come on,” Jared began. “You’re over twenty-one, right?”
Eva cocked a smile and nodded.
“And as your employer, I insist you take a drink with us.”
Eva peered over her shoulder, looking at the large window that looked out into the expansive front yard.
“Don’t worry about your father,” Samantha said when she figured out what must have worried the young
woman. “If he asks, we’ll tell him you were working a special project.”
Copyright © 2006 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
After flashing a reassuring smile at her husband, Samantha looked down at their young landscaper, the woman
who had captured his interests…and hers.
“I’m positive,” Samantha said, revealing her carnal need with her throaty response.
After trimming up the topiary beside their front door, Eva, their landscaper, crawled around on her hands and
knees at the front porch to collect the fallen leaves. Her long, silky chocolate brown hair, bound in a ponytail,
cascaded over her sunbathed shoulder.
Wearing a tank top and shorts, Samantha couldn’t help but admire how Eva’s naturally dark skin glistened in
the mid-morning sun.
A thin waist topped the woman’s rounded ass. And stemming from the bottom of her cut-off shorts were two
long and strong legs. Well-worn working boots covered her feet.
Eva reached forward to retrieve more leaves and lawn debris. Her firm, apple-sized breasts made hardly any
movement as she jutted forward and back.
Looking at the protrusion in Jared’s tan slacks, Samantha surmised he had the same intense feeling about this
sexy Aztec princess. Who knew her clean-cut golden boy husband would want to get down like this? Samantha
had to keep pinching her thigh to remind herself that, although she wanted this as much as Jared, that this was
all his idea, not hers.
Returning her gaze to the kneeling sexy being, Samantha cut her eyes over to the thin strip of fabric that
covered her landscaper’s pussy. So short were the woman’s shorts that Samantha saw one pink pussy lip
peeking out through the fringed fabric.
Samantha licked her lips. Her heart pounded and the feeling made her reach her hand out to her husband’s
and clasp it as though she needed to stabilize herself. Jared squeezed her hand then let an obscene chuckle
rumble in his throat.
“Her,” Samantha began once she gained some composure. “It has to be her.”
Eva gathered the leaves in both of her hands, stood up, and sauntered to the couple. Samantha loved
watching Eva’s smooth, muscled cinnamon-colored legs in motion. She didn’t walk with her head down. Oh no.
Not this sensual creature.
As though she knew Samantha and her husband were watching her every move, Eva swayed her hips a little
more than usual. Sweat dampened her white shirt between her breasts and over her stomach.
When Samantha stared hard enough, she saw Eva’s dark areolas through her thin top.
Either Jared noticed the same thing that she had, or he needed to feel Samantha just a little more the closer
this woman got to them, because he broke his hand hold with her and snaked his arm around her waist, resting
his large hand on her hip.
Shivers attacked Samantha’s body. Her pungent aroma wafting from her cunt swirled around her until all she
could smell was her scent, fresh cut grass and the roses from her garden.
Eva dropped the pile into a trash bag by the brick porch then cut her gaze up to the couple, offering them a
smile that hinted that if asked, she would do anything…and not necessarily yard work either.
“You’ve been working hard,” Jared began. “Come inside for some lemonade.”
Eva’s eyes got wide. She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Jared opened the wooden front door and ushered the young woman inside. Samantha followed her. She
caught Eva’s earthy scent and a slight honeysuckle aroma.
When Jared had brought up the prospect of bringing someone else into their bedroom, Samantha had
squealed with joy. Most wives would leave their husbands over a suggestion like that. What the suggestion
said to Samantha was that Jared knew her. He understood her needs as well as his own. And most
importantly, he trusted her and knew she could trust him.
Samantha had to laugh to herself whenever she thought about her mother. Her mother wanted her to marry
Jared because in Samantha’s mother’s opinion, Jared was safe, tame, a good boy.
“He’s a good Southern Baptist with a great job as bookstore owner,” she’d said.
Little did her mother know that Jared fucked Samantha in almost every aisle and every part of his store, twice.
And at times he could be more sexually-daring than her.
Inside of the kitchen, Jared opened two malt liquors with a lemonade-flavored taste and handed one to his wife
and the other to Eva.
“I shouldn’t drink,” Eva said. “I’m working.”
“Come on,” Jared began. “You’re over twenty-one, right?”
Eva cocked a smile and nodded.
“And as your employer, I insist you take a drink with us.”
Eva peered over her shoulder, looking at the large window that looked out into the expansive front yard.
“Don’t worry about your father,” Samantha said when she figured out what must have worried the young
woman. “If he asks, we’ll tell him you were working a special project.”
Copyright © 2006 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.