The Grass Ain't Always Greener...

I watched her sashaying away while swaying her shapely hips as she disappeared inside the house. Definitely, even if she had no tits and even if she was flat-chested, if only just by her beautiful face and her perfect ass, for the sake of her exquisite ass, I'd do her. She has the best ass I've ever seen on a woman.

"Hi Paul, did you want to see me?"

"Yes. Sit, sit," he said pointing to the couch.

"I'm all dirty and sweaty," I said.

"Don't worry about it," he said waving his lack of concern with his hand. "I have a couch protector on the sofa that I use for the dogs. If you don't mind getting a bit of pet hair on you, I figure that will protect the couch from being stained with your grime and perspiration," he said.

I sat on the couch across from Paul. From my vantage point, when I turned my head a little to the left, I could see that Lola was in the bedroom with the door open enough for me to see her lying on the bed. Forget about her wearing her barely there bikini and forget about her strutting around the backyard in high heels topless, she was laying there in plain view of me naked.

'Naked, naked, naked, Lola was naked.'

She knew I'd be sitting there. She knew I'd see her nude body. She knew I'd be watching her, staring at her, and lusting over her. She was hot, so very hot.

'Oh, my God, can this day get any better? What a beautiful body on this broad?'

I wondered if she knew that I could see her. I wondered if her husband knew that I could see her and that she was naked. I wondered if they both knew that I could see her laying naked upon her bed. I wondered if they were setting me up on the pretense of talking to me about something just to give me a sexy show of Lola's fabulous body. I wondered why they'd go through all of this seduction just to seduce me, their lawn care man, especially when I'd readily do his wife if only he'd ask me to have sex with Lola.

'Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, definitely, I'd love to do Lola.'