A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... fifteen, or so."

"Good save, Mark, good save," I laughed.

"If I'd known the perks of this job, I'd have paid Steven, er--I mean Wayne, for the privilege."

I blushed again, as I watched him work, sweat starting to glisten on his rippled, tanned body. His ass was nearly as mesmerizing as the bulge. I was now able to stare at him, as he focused on the bushes.

"Excuse me a minute," said Mom, standing up. "I need to check on my grand babies. I know I kept them up late, but they are being sleepyheads this morning. Or they're up to no good. It just seems too quiet." She strutted away, glancing back, to make sure he was watching.

I had to admit, it did feel good to be the object of such a good-looking man's attention. Tensions between Wayne and I had been higher than ever, lately. It seemed like the past three or four weeks, he showed no interest, and frankly I didn't mind. It was easier to blame him for the stress of the move, than take responsibility for my own decisions.

"Can I get you some ice water or lemonade, Mark, you look downright hot," I said, doing my own bit of flirting. I noticed I even threw in a hint of southern drawl, with my double entendre.

"Lemonade sounds great. But you look awfully comfortable laying there. I can get us both, some, if you tell me where the glasses are." He had walked over and stood next to my lounge chair, with his bulging cock hovering in front of me.

I suddenly imagined sitting on the edge of the lounge chair, ...

... looking his cock dead on, while I unbuttoned those shorts. Then, in my mind, I unzipped them and slid them down leaving his semi-hard monster fighting to break free of his underwear. Next, my fingers slipped into his waistband and pulled his undies out and down, revealing his hot manhood before gripping him with both hands.

"Glasses?" he asked, breaking my lecherous train of thought.

My eyes moved from his cock to his wide-eyed face grinning down at me. My mouth hung open, a side effect of my dirty little thoughts. My pussy was flushed with moist heat, and I had to glance down and make sure my wetness was not visible. When I realized he knew what I was thinking, my face reddened, and his knowing smile widened just a little.

Then, with an arrogant tone, he asked, "Which cabinet are the glasses, Mrs. Stilson. You look a little flushed, some cold lemonade could help."

"The second cabinet to the right of the fridge, thank you, Mark," I said, trying to show some bit of self-control.

As he turned, the profile of his bulge was accentuated by the sunlight, as my eyes were drawn back to it. I was thankful for Mom's return, to snap me out of my sexual fog.

"Sound asleep. Maybe, I'll take them to see 'Minions' today, and get an earlier start for the zoo tomorrow. I hated to wake them."

I looked at my watch and it was already 11:00am. "Wow, they never sleep this long. Gramma wore them out."

Just then, Mark returned with two glasses of lemonade. "Your drinks, ...