Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I’m the lawn man. Or boy as some people put it. I don’t make lots of money… the work is hard and very physical and most of my clients are old retired people who don’t know how to tip or say thanks or even acknowledge me.

Most of them do things like leave the money in the mailbox or write me post dated cheques so they don’t have to be bothered by me. Some of them are great.

They’ll leave out some juice or a sandwich.

I’ve got one house #227 with these incredible girls that I can try to not stare at because they are so hot I don’t even know what to do when I look at them. The two of them are from playboy or something I swear. Some of my brother’s friends say that they know them but I don’t believe that ladies like these would hang around with some skiddy biker. But that’s what he says.

I met a girl last summer. Her name is Tiffany and she comes with me on my runs. I’m glad for the company and also because she’s a very good- looking girl. She’s young. I’m only 23 but she is just 18 with this nice thick brown hair.

She’s better to look at than these old bastards let me tell you that. But when we get to 227 I pray that she’ll go home or jump in the truck and read or something.

She never does and my hands sweat the whole time I’m there. I work so hard just so I don’t stare at them. So last week while I was over I saw the one who hires me I think her name is Allison or Natashia or something like that, (all I really know is she gives the cheques out) talking to Tiffany.

I thought that this was a good thing because I needed to at least talk to them so it would be a good thing. They look like they are in their late twenties so they aren’t so far out that they couldn’t have some interest in me I hope.

So when we got back to Tiff’s place so I could drop her off I asked her if she liked those two. Well she said that she did but that the one girl seemed to be always looking at me when I was there and the other tried to get her to stay home next time.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

I joked it off saying that she probably just took it the wrong way and told her I pick her up tomorrow night to go out. Well I got home and ran to my bedroom after the non-stop fantasy parade I just had in my mind. I couldn’t help but to be totally turned on for some reason.

My dick was already hard and I just stood in front of the mirror stroking it, smiling at how much I wanted to be some stud that they drooled over.

I imagined taking them one at a time on the side of the pool. The other one just watching and talking in my ear while the other kept telling me to fuck her harder.

Making them beg me for my cock as I pleasured them to the point that they couldn’t even take my dick in them anymore. When I finally came I stayed standing and watched it shoot out of my dick and across the room.

Every time I fantasize about them the same thing happens. When I’m thinking of just people it sometimes just comes out but whenever I fantasize about fucking them it shoots out hard. I can almost hear it, sometimes it’s so tight down by my balls.

So the week went by slowly. I’m finished college for now so my days are totally open and free. I found myself driving past their house on a few occasions with a huge hard on in my pants.

I don’t know why I guess I was just dreaming that maybe they’d be out on their lawn and wave me in for a drink or a dip in the pool. I love so much to look at their huge tits stuffed into their bikinis. If I were to reach down my pants right now I’d have pre-cum on the tip I’m sure.

So Saturday morning rolls around and I phone Tiff to see if she’s ready. She tells me she’s not coming today as it’s supposed to get into the 100 range in the shade. So I said that sucked but I understood. It caught me so off guard actually that I didn’t even think of 227 and being there without her.

So I spent the day working and sweating. I figure I make as much in a day as someone does at an 8$ an hour full time job for the week so it’s not too bad for being 23. Lawn after lawn and bags and bags of grass fill the truck by the time I make my second last stop at 227.