Erotic Tale: The Yard Man

By: Victoria Bleu

Josh jumped out of his sleep from the sound of his alarm blaring at 5:00am. Barely beating the sun home, Josh stayed out gambling all night into the wee hours of the morning! He lost track of time as he was taking wins and losses during an intense game of poker in the back of the barbershop. His sunday morning routine usually involves him knocking out 3 yards before church.

"DAMN!" Josh yelled from exhaustion. "Aint no way it's time for me to get up! I just laid down."

Contemplating on going back to sleep, then he remembered Major inc. ain't gon pay itself.

He dragged himself into the shower and got ready for what he knew would be a long morning. Exhausted and hungover, he knows the sun and mosquitoes are going to beat him down.

Within 30 minutes he pulled up to his first client's home. 6:00am, the sun was barely up! Josh parked his pick up truck across the street from Ms. Carter's home. He sat there for a minute thinking about all the equipment he has to unload; John Deere Riding Lawn Mower, Leaf blower, Edger....blah blah blah fuck, he thought! Finally, Josh exited his truck dragging to the back to begin unloading.

Big ass yard, fuck! Josh thought!

As soon as he opened the bed of the truck, he heard a faint voice. "Good morning Josh!" Ms. Carter greeted as she waved from her massive porch of her 3500 square foot home that set on 1 acre of land.

"Morning Ms. Carter! It's gon take me a minute today but I'll try to be out your way as soon as I can." Josh informed.

"Take your time. But before you get started, I need help your help moving something in my house."

Closing the bed of his truck, Josh was annoyed. He was fond of Ms. Carter but he was too exhausted to do anything extra. However, he couldn't tell his favorite client no! She was single, living alone! Josh scurried over across the street and walked up her cobblestone circular driveway. At the foyer he was greeted to the smell of fresh bisuits, turkey bacon, eggs, and tea screaming from the kettle.

"Im hungry AF!" Josh mumbled.

Within a milisecond, Ms. Carter rounded the corner of the kitchen into the foyer. There she stood 5 feet even, wearing a black laced robed that barely left enough to the imagination. Suddenly, Josh was fully alert. Damn! She always been pretty, but that 50 year old shit finer than a muthafucker! he thought as he stared at her aerolas peeking through the lace. Do this lady know she damn near naked? Josh wondered.

Ms. Carter cleared her throat breaking Josh's focus from his thoughts and her tits.

"I have a few boxes I need moved to the front door. Follow me, it shouldn't take long." Ms. Carter instructed.

Nah, she can't be doing this shit on purpose. She means business! Josh thought as he followed her to the primary suite. He moved 4 large heavy boxes and stacked them neatly on the porch. Right before he closed the door, Ms. Carter appeared in the foyer. "“Last thing — I need the screws tightened on the curtain rod in my bathroom,” she said.

Without hesitation, Josh shut the front doors and headed into the garage for a screwdriver. He knew this house like the back of his hand — Ms. Carter always found something for him to fix. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a way; every time he thought he might finally catch a hint of something more, she reminded him he was just the yard man. Not that he minded too much. Josh lived by two rules: don’t mix business with pleasure, and don’t mess with women old enough to be your mama!

As Josh made his way to her bathroom, Ms. Carter sat on the edge of the bed. "Would you like a quick bit to eat before you start the yard?"

With his back turned to the bathroom entrance Josh quickly responded, "Yes! I feel like I ain't eat in days."

Laughter

She smiled, the kind that promised trouble and toast. “Good. I’ll fix you something. Are you going to church after you finish with me?" she inquired.

"Yes ma'am! I got to! I don't miss a sunday no matter what I got going on. It's about time to replace this rod. I'll tighten it as best I can." Josh replied.

"That's good! I can tell you had a long night. You know, I usually stream service but I'm glad I went the sunday we met. Smart idea passing out your business cards. You've been a lifesaver. I'm going to make sure you leave out of here full." she reassured.

"Yeah I had a lonnnggg night! Good because I am hungry as hell." Josh admitted.

"Really? How hungry?" she asked, voice low, teasing.

"I can eat a cow! I can eat a..." as Josh was finishing his statement, he walked into the primary bedroom and saw Ms. Carter with one foot propped on the bed, the other barely touching the gound playing with her pussy. He opened his mouth and the words failed him. She shifted, the lace falling away just enough. She moaned, half question, half command.

“Hungry enough to eat me?”

Her lace robe was open displaying her slim body and perky breasts. All Josh could see were her red nails rubbing and opening her pink pussy. Josh stared at her mesmerized. The screwdriver clattered to the tile. He damn near teleported to her and instantly dropped to his knees. He tasted her like some contraband breakfast, lips and tongue mapping every ridge and heat. She bucked, hand threading through his hair, nails scratching the base of his skull. Her hips rocked a slow cadence that made the world tilt.

Slurp

Josh teased her clit with delicate precision, his lips brushing in slow, hungry kisses before his tongue began to dance — playful, deliberate, addictive. He drew her into his rhythm, letting her body command the pace while his mouth obeyed in perfect sync. She arched beneath him, a sound slipping from her throat that seemed to shake the air itself. He felt her pulse against his tongue, a trembling melody of surrender and control. Pulling her closer to the bed’s edge, he let her hips hang just enough for his exploration to deepen. His tongue traced a slow, sinuous path from her clit to the slick heat of her opening, then lower — a decadent trail down the curve of her ass.

The moan that left her lips was raw, unrestrained, echoing like a confession. Josh bit playfully at the soft flesh of her ass, then dove deeper, his mouth devouring every inch with greedy intent. His tongue slid between the firm lines of her bottom, teasing, sucking, tasting until she trembled uncontrollably. When he returned to her center, he thrust his tongue inside her, wide-mouthed and relentless, swirling in slow circles as his thumb traced languid patterns over her other entrance. Ms. Carter’s body quaked, her breath a broken song, as pleasure rolled through her like a rising tide.

"Jooosshhhhhh!! OOOHHHHHHHH YEEEESSSSS!" Ms. Carter cried.

"Eat this pussy just like that!" Ms. Carter demanded. Grinding her hips harder, Josh circled his tongue to her pace.

Slurp

As her pussy turned into a leaking faucet, Josh tried his best to suck and lick up all of her fluids. To be fair, the last thing he had to drink was the water Tay gave him the morning before. He was thirsty and was enjoying the hydration he was receiving. As Josh contined to enjoy his breakfast, his dick was harder than a steel pole. He made his way out of his pants. Just as he stood to his feet to enter Ms. Carter's pussy....

The world clicked — the alarm on the house chirped, a shrill, modern note that cut through steam and skin: "FRONT DOOR OPEN." the alarm alerted!

Panic rearranged her face. Ms. Carter quickly hopped off the bed and shoved him toward the closet, one hand hard against his chest. “Stay. Don’t say a word,” she hissed. He’s a grown ass man — horny as sin and just as obedient — as he lowered to the floor and peered through the crack of the door...

"Mannnn what the fuck!?" Josh complained.

Ms. Carter returned to the bed in her original position and started rubbing her soaking pussy. She moaned loudly. The front door slammed. Footsteps, heavy, filled the foyer. The man who entered had the kind of gait that carved spaces out of rooms — big, loud, like a weather front. He smelled like aftershave and entitlement.

"Why the fuck my shit outside and what the fuck are you doing in here?" her man questioned. He looked around, "I know aint no nigga in my house!"

Awe hell nah! And I left my gun in the car. FUCK! Josh thoughts screamed.

"You worried about your shit being outside and a nigga being inside, you wasn't worried when you were on that boat fucking those hoes at every port!" Ms. Carter confronted sitting naked.

The man faltered under the sight of her, the room’s light painting shadows along the high planes of his face. Then he crossed the space, all animal instincts and hands that wanted claim. He kissed her hard and she met him, moaning into the suppression of his mouth.

“Take off those clothes,” she whispered, and the man shed his like a second skin.

"Damn! This pussy so slippery! Fuck you was in here doing?" He questioned.

"Playing with myself. Thinking about you. I miss you baby!" Ms. Carter said seductively.

Before she could finish her sentence, he was already naked and pulled her to the edge of the bed and made his way inside of her pussy.

Ain't this some shit! He benefiting off my hardwork. Josh thought. The sound of skin on skin, the wet slap of flesh, the guttural music of sex — it was filthy, sharp, and utterly consuming.

Watching through the crack of the door, Ms. Carter stared at Josh through the small opening as she moaned and arched her back to her man fucking her.

"I've been craving you baby!" she moaned.

"You don't know how many times I imagined fucking you!" Ms. Carter confessed, with her eyes still fixating on the crack of the closet door.

Josh erection returned. The more she talked to him while her man was fucking her, the more he was turned on. He didn’t mean to, but he started — quietly, shamefully — to stroke himself. The bed became a stage and he the voyeur, his own breaths skipping beats to the soundtrack of their fucked, tender choreography.

"Damn I can tell you miss big poppa.. This pussy feels good baby!" her man confirmed as he sped up his pace.

"Slow down! Slow down! Baby don't cum yet." Ms. Carter cried.

"Hmmmmm....yes big poppa, take your time in this pussy."

"Who pussy this is?" Her man groaned.

Looking in Josh's direction, "This your pussy baby! I want you to eat it again."

"Hold on baby! I can't stop to eat it. Moaning. This shit so good, I'm cumming baby!" he groaned.

"I'm cumming too!" Ms. Carter moaned

Josh, in his little cave of closet darkness, felt like a thief and a child. He let the last of his juices slide down his fingers and his body surrendered to fatigue so complete it felt like anesthesia. He doesn't know what took his energy––muffling his cries of ectasy or releasing his pleasures onto the closet's floor in secret.

Groaning "Yeaaahhhh baby! Big poppa came home earlier for this shit." Her man screamed as he erupted his hot lava inside of her.

Moments later, Ms. Carter and her man were tangled in the sheets, sound asleep.

An hour passed.

A sudden thump broke the quiet. The man’s eyes snapped open. What the hell was that?

He slid out of bed, muscles tense, reaching for the gun on the nightstand. The room was still except for the low hum of the ceiling fan. Another noise — faint, irregular — came from across the room. He moved slowly, barefoot against the wood floors, the gun following his gaze.

The sound grew louder as he neared the closet. His pulse drummed in his ears.

He yanked the door open—

And froze.

There, curled on the floor like a drunk in confession, was Josh. Naked. Asleep. Dick out.

Click. Clack.

The metallic sound sliced the silence. Josh’s eyes shot open, confusion melting into horror as he found himself staring straight down the barrel of a Beretta.

“Get yo’ bitch ass up, nigga,” the man growled — voice low, dangerous, eyes black as a pit.

Ms. Carter gasped, jerking awake, clutching the sheets to her chest. “Oh my God! BABY — no!”

Ready To Spill Again,

Victoria Bleu