I was expecting Joel to show up that day.

He came every Tuesday to cut my front and back lawns unless the weather was bad. When I heard the riding mower fire up, I poured a glass of iced tea for him. He was an older man, early sixties, and I worried about him out there in the heat sometimes.

I opened the front door to see not Joel, but rather a strapping young man with light blond hair and very wide shoulders. Aviator sunglasses covered his eyes, giving him a wicked look, and he was shirtless — which didn’t hurt.

He saw me standing there and gave me a wave. I waved back, a bit perplexed, but suddenly very turned-on. He was probably in his mid-twenties. I’m in my mid-forties, but was I really going to worry about that?

I smoothed my shorts down over my ass, stood up straight,... Read More