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2-for-1 Discount--Part IV

Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: prairiedogg, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

she would pay me, so I agreed. I would have done it for nothing just for the opportunity to be around her. My folks were away that week, so there wasn't anything I was supposed to be doing, so maybe this would prove to be fun. She told me to come by tomorrow. I showed up at Carol's house around 10am, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. She greeted me in front of the house, near the front door where she was working on her flowerbeds. She was wearing white Capri pants, a blue work shirt and a large, floppy straw hat. Her light brown hair was cut above her shoulder and it poked out from under the hat she wore. She wore sunglasses, but removed them as she spoke to me, revealing large seductive brown eyes. "Follow me to the garage, Charles," she said as she led the way around the house. "Is it okay if I call you Charles?" "Charles is okay, but my friends all call me Chas. I kinda like it better than Charles, Mrs. Jackson. Charles is kinda dorky, but Chas sounds a lot cooler." Carol looked at me and smiled. "Then Chas it shall be, but you can't call me Mrs. Jackson. To begin with, I've never been married and have no plans to ever marry. All of my friends call me Carol, so I think you should as well. We're friends, aren't we? At least I'd like to think of us as friends. We're neighbors, in a sense, so that means we are friends." She knew just what to say, and I liked her immediately. "Okay, Carol. I agree that we should be friends." Carol positively beamed at that and proceeded ... to show me the mower. It was a rear-bagger and she had a large can on wheels where I was to dump the clippings. "If it's not too much trouble, Chas, I'd like you to hose off the mower when you are finished. Make sure you get the underside of the deck, so the grass clippings don't clump up on the blades and deck. I'll make sure that you get something cool to drink when you are done while it dries." "That won't be a problem at all, Carol." I'll have it looking good as new when I'm done, you'll see." About halfway through the mowing, I decided to remove my shirt, as it was getting pretty hot outside. I thought I caught a glimpse of Carol looking at me through the windows of the house as I finished the job. She was very interested in watching me without my shirt, that much was certain. I worked out regularly, and I knew that I had a pretty good looking body. I think Carol would agree, based on the number of times I saw her peering out the window. When I finished I did as she asked and hosed the mower, making sure to get underneath the deck. When I was done I used some shop cloths from the garage to dry it off. I wanted her to see that I knew how to take care of things. When I was done I walked to the back door of her place to let her know that I was finished. My t-shirt was slung over my shoulder and my chest was glistening with sweat. Carol answered the door wearing a robe, although it might have been more like a housecoat. It was tied loosely at her waist and I could see some ...