Yard Boy
She was on the back deck, laying in a lounge chair. The sun kissing her naked body, warming her in places that the sun hadn't touched since last summer. She arched her back to the warmth, a slight breeze danced across her breasts, her nipples responding with a welcome quiver. Her eyes closed, she listened to the hum of the mowers in the neighborhood, the birds chirping, the distant rumble of the traffic on the highway. She felt her body tingleing and she relunctly rolled over so not to...