The Landscaper
Nina Van Hensen enjoyed being wealthy at 23. She lived in a fifteen bedroom mansion and never worried about overspending.
The only drawback was being married to 68 year old real estate tycoon, Howard Van Hensen who had no interest in sex.
Nina had participated in chatlines a couple of times and discovered it to be wonderful. As soon as Howard left town, she was
trying out a new service, the sexlines. She was told it was the most fun a girl alone could have.
As Nina walked to the swimming pool, she was mesmerized by one of the landscapers working among the rose bushes. His
brown skin was flawless. He was tall, muscular, and built like a professional athlete.
She approached the worker and said, “Hello.”
“Hola.” The man stood up and wiped his hands on his tight jeans.
Nina watched as he allowed his dark eyes to sweep over her body. Her yellow, thong bikini hid very little. “You’re new here?”
“Yes, I am.” He did not take his eyes off Nina’s breasts.
“What is your name?”
The man offered her his hand. “Jose Riverias, at your service,” he said with a perfect smile.
Nina placed her hand in his and instantly felt her body tingle.
“Good Morning sweetheart, Jose,” Howard interrupted the heated thoughts that had began to cloud Nina’s head.
“I’m glad you two have met.” Howard looked from one to the other; they would be perfect lovers.
Nina struggled to contain her blush. “Yes, we have.”
Howard grabbed one of Nina’s hands and placed it back in Jose’s. “Darling,” he said to her. “I cannot deny you anything, not even
sex.”
“I’m confused. What do you mean, Howard?”
“Senora,” Jose interrupted, “I believe your husband wants you to be completely happy. I’m not just a gardener; I am your personal
servant for your personal pleasure.”
Nina’s head started to spin. “Is this for real, Howard?”
“I only ask that you occasionally let me watch. Now if you two will excuse me, I must catch a plane.” He gave Nina a brief kiss and
walked away.
“So,” Jose asked as he moved closer to Nina and stuck one finger in her already damp pussy, “shall we fuck in the pool first or in
your bed?”
Nina smiled as she unzipped Jose’s pants. “How about right here?”
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