Donna and her man decided to go island-hopping ahead of their wedding, so I volunteered to house-sit and take care of her menagerie. I had nothing else going on that summer, and some time in a nice house with central AC and all the streaming services I could want sounded like a vacation to me.

It was just me, her four dogs, two cats and a fish named Jericho rattling around in that big house. I was pretty happy with the arrangement, given that I’d just broken up with my serious boyfriend of six years. I was far from wanting any kind of emotional engagement.

But when the lawn guy arrived that first Monday of the month, I realized my desire for physical entanglement was still very much on the table. Dating and building a relationship? No. But fucking? Absolutely.

I went outside, waving him toward me as if I were a member of a ground crew directing a pilot to his runway. He cut the power mower, pulled back his ear protection and flashed me a big friendly grin that shot desire straight to my naughty parts.

“Hey, there! You’re not Donna,” he said.

“Correct,” I said. Then I introduced myself and asked, “Would you like a cold drink?”

“I’d love one,” he replied. His eyes scanned me with no attempt to hide his interest.

I liked that. His bold appraisal made my heart jump and my nipples stiffen.

“You want it now, or when you’re done?”

He surveyed the lawn, then looked at me like I was his impending treat.

“I’ll be done in about 15 minutes — tops. I’ll come up when I’m done.”

I gave him a nod and bounced back into the house, feeling giddy. Inside my panties, my pussy was thumping in time with my heartbeat. It was also wet. I felt the moisture growing between my thighs.

I busied myself making lemonade in a hurry. Granted, it was powdered, but I had to make do. As I stirred the mixture, I rubbed my thighs together, the friction of my flesh feeding my desire.

God, I wanted to fuck that man, and I had no idea why I was so fixated on him. But the why didn’t really matter.

As promised, there was a knock on the door within 15 minutes. Even though I was expecting it, I was still startled and actually let out a little yelp.

I called out and invited the guy in, realizing I didn’t even know his name.

The oldest and biggest dog, Chester, gave him a glance but didn’t bother to get up.

“You must know who it is,” I said to the pooch.

None of the animals reacted, in fact. So I guessed the lawn guy was not a stranger.

“I’m Brian,” he said, finally introducing himself. He took a deep breath and said, “The AC feels great. That end-of-summer heat is not my friend.”

I walked over and clicked the temperature down another few degrees for his sake and asked, “Lemonade OK?”

“Perfect.”

I went into the kitchen to pour two glasses over ice, while he stood near the vent and relished the cold air.

I was rummaging in the kitchen for cookies when Brian entered the room. He’d pulled off his reflective safety vest, which left him in a sleeveless navy blue tee that seemed sun-bleached in places. Somehow, the visual made me even hornier.

He waved the vest in his hand and explained, “This was my last stop of the day, and I was ready to get out of this thing.”

“Fine with me,” I said.Mighty fine.

I found the cookies and promptly dropped the bag.

Swearing softly, I bent over to fetch them and froze. I felt his gaze on me. I knew he was looking. My short shorts had ridden up, and they had to be showing the lower curves of my ass cheeks. I held my pose, letting him get a good look.

When I turned around, he seemed to be flustered that I’d caught him ogling me, and his expression made me laugh.

“Well?” I asked.

“Well, what?”

“Did I pass inspection?”

He leaned against the counter, grinning, and told me, “Oh, you passed the second I saw you from the yard.”

Bashfulness and arousal flooded my face with heat. Was I really going to be bold? The answer was yes.

“Would you like to see more, while you enjoy your cool drink?”

He sipped and nodded.

I gradually raised my tank top, using moves reminiscent of the burlesque dancers I’d once watched in Las Vegas. Upon seeing the first hint of my bare flesh, he uttered an appreciative sound. I revealed a flash of pale belly, the curve of my waist, the underside of my tits. I was braless. Even with air-conditioning, the day had felt too hot for suffocating undergarments.

I took my sweet time pulling my tank up to the midpoint of my breasts, allowing a small flash of nipple. When he hummed happily, I tugged it up higher to expose the whole halo of pink flesh.

He drained his glass, turned on the water and washed his hands — all while gazing at me over his shoulder.

Then he turned and tossed his chin at me as he said, “Take it off.”

His voice was bold but not brusque. His tone made me hornier, and I obeyed him without hesitation. I yanked the top over my head and dropped it to the floor. My hair was in two braids that hung down on either side of my breasts.

I stood before him with my heart pounding, wearing nothing but my shorts.

He stepped closer, his big work boots making heavy footfalls on the tile floor.

“Let me help you,” he said, hooking his thumbs in my waistband and partially peeling down my shorts. He smiled lewdly when he realized I wore no undies and said, “No panties, huh?”

“Too hot,” I replied.

“I’ll say,” he responded, letting his gaze linger on my nakedness.

He pushed my shorts all the way until they slid down my legs and settled on the floor. I stepped free of them and stared at him.

“You’re completely clothed, while I am utterly naked.”

“Mm-hmm,” he said. His hands trailed down my sides, slid along my hips and traced the outline of my thighs.

I felt goose bumps rising on my skin and even more wetness pooling between my thighs.

“Are you going to do something about that?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“Yep.”

But Brian didn’t make a move to take off any clothes. Instead, he got down on his knees and pushed my thighs apart, widening my stance. Then he slid a thick finger inside my pussy.

I almost melted. I was so turned on that the pressure of him slipping one digit inside me was enough to make me hum with pleasure.

He added a second finger and said, “You’re very wet. I think you can take another.”

I nodded, shutting my lids and letting bliss wash over me. But my eyes shot open when I felt the warm, wet swipe of his tongue over my clit.

He did it again and again. I sighed contentedly. He continued lapping at my slit with lazy swipes of his tongue as his fingers flexed inside me.

My hips lurched forward as my body sought even more of his attention. I grabbed the back of his head, feeling his damp hair beneath my palm as I pushed my pussy against his mouth.

Brian’s tongue moved faster, in circles, in whirls, in slashes. His fingers worked me from inside. And within moments, I was coming, crying out in the sunny kitchen as my orgasm shook me. I heard his fingers sliding in and out me — the wetness, the suction.

“Nice,” he said.

I grabbed the back of his well-worn tee and teasingly tugged it as I demanded, “Clothes. Off. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he replied, standing at attention and giving me a playful salute. Next, he toed off his work boots, and I grabbed his tee and yanked it over his head.

Beneath his shirt, Brian was a lovely, tanned slab of toned abs with a trail of hair from his belly button leading down beneath the waistband of his khakis.

Dragging my fingertip over the hair, I eyed the front of his pants and admired the telltale bulge, which meant there was a hard cock there — all for me.

His belt buckle jingled as he unfastened it. Then he popped his button, dragged down his zipper and pushed off his pants. He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me. His tongue tasted like my pussy, and it was warm as it tangled with mine.

His hands drifted down and cupped my ass, and then he lifted me. My butt hit the cool counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing my wet pussy to kiss his stomach. He found my clit with his thumb and gave it a little tweak. Then he pushed my thighs wide and moved in closer. He dragged me to the edge of the counter, pushed his warm cockhead against my slick slit and then thrust into me swiftly.

I gasped, my body writhing and grinding against his. My pussy gripped his cock tightly, and a shiver of pleasure worked its way down my spine. I sighed and gripped his shoulders, moving with him as he tugged me toward him with every thrust of his cock. As my ecstasy soared, I went limp in his grip and surrendered to his rhythm. The closer he got to his release, the closer I got to mine.

Brian buried his head against the side of my neck as he fucked me. His fingers bit into the meat of my ass as he held me tight. His cock stretched me, touching every tender spot deep in my pussy that needed his attention.

He bit my neck, and my pussy clamped down around him.

“Yeah, that’s nice,” he growled. And he bit me again.

My pussy gripped him once more, milking him like a fist, and he murmured in my ear, “I’m so close.”

Those simple words gave me a thrill.

“Do it,” I hissed hotly. I liked knowing he was losing control while his dick was buried in me.

Brian’s lips latched onto my neck, and his fingers were digging into my skin. The sensations rocked my body, and my cunt rippled like liquid around him as I came.

As I quivered uncontrollably, he continued pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy until his climax hit and filled me to overflowing with his cream.

Once I caught my breath, I told him, “You were a nice break in my day.”

With a grin, he said, “Glad to be of service.”

Brian left shortly afterward, but he didn’t leave my thoughts. I found myself reliving our hot hookup later that night as I made myself a simple pasta dinner for one.

Sitting at the dining room table, listening to a podcast and sipping white wine while I ate, I replayed our interlude in my head in a highly erotic loop.

The air conditioner was still turned up high, blowing cool air against my back. I smiled at the memory of him clutching my ass and fucking me hard and the way his toned, tanned body arched when he came.

I was so lost in thought I jumped when the doorbell rang

All the dogs raised their heads and looked at the door, but no one barked. The smallest mutt, Pierre, beat a happy rhythm on the hardwood floor with his tail.

The chime sounded a second time, and my heart hammered in my chest.

I knew who it was, and I was glad.

StilI, I checked the peephole first to confirm my suspicion. Then I pulled the door wide and flirtatiously said, “Can’t get enough of a good thing?”

“Nope,” Brian answered with a playful smile. “I need more.”

He swept into the house, pushing me back and knocking the door shut with his arm. He grabbed me by the ass and hoisted me up. With my arms and legs wrapped around him, Brian brought me straight to the bedroom.

He dropped me gently onto the mattress, and I flicked on the bedside table lamp. Its soft glow illuminated his intense eyes, his smoldering smile and the five o’clock shadow darkening his jawline.

Brian slipped off his sneakers, and I heard the sound of leather slapping as he pulled lose his belt. He yanked off his shirt and stripped off his jeans before standing still and asking in a deadpan voice, “Oh, I’m sorry. We’re you busy?”

I shucked my shorts and said, “Busy getting busy with you.”

His fingers curled along the hem of my tee, and he pulled it over my head. My hair was still damp from my recent shower. He stepped to the edge of the bed, and I rose, putting a hand on his bare belly to still him.

“Stay right there.”

His eyebrow raised, but his body froze. His cock stood out straight and hard. I gripped it in my hand and gave it a squeeze. I stroked him, rapidly increasing my pace. When his eyes finally drifted shut, I leaned in and brought my parted lips to his cockhead. His eyes opened again — fast — and I giggled.

I kissed the tip of him and then licked his shaft lazily, taking my time and making the moment last. I worked him with my hand and my mouth until he was thrusting forward, impatient with lust.

“Lay back,” he said gruffly.

I obeyed, dropping onto the mattress and staring up at him. I admired his handsome face, his dark eyes, his buff bod and his hard long cock.

I knew what that cock was capable of. Those hands. That mouth.

I wanted them all — again.

I teasingly ran my toes up his leg. When I reached his cock, I gave it a playful tap with my big toe. It bobbed but rapidly returned to a rock-hard divining rod guiding him to pussy.

Moving in, he bumped my leg aside and slid between my parted thighs. His body was hot and hard, and I exhaled, appreciating the feel of him against me. His erect cock prodded my clit. He shoved his hands beneath my ass, grabbing me and angling me. His erection pressed against my wet slit, and I pushed up fast to meet him. His dickhead dipped into me and was quickly followed by the rest of his formidable shaft. His thick rod stretched and filled me.

I grabbed his ass, squeezing his muscular cheeks and tugging him tightly to me. My legs locked behind him as his hips pumped, working his cock in and out of me like a well-oiled piston. Every time he drove into me, his cock teased the tender recesses of my wet pussy. I intentionally tightened and release my muscles, massaging his shaft from the inside.

Brian groaned, but never stopped. His cock continued hammering me, and I surrendered to him totally. He flattened his muscular body against mine and started to fuck me with hard, short jabs that stole my breath.

Who needed air? The angle was perfect, and I could breathe later.

I pushed my hips up in little jerky motions, attempting to keep time with him. My toes curled; my breathing was ragged. I was so close to coming, and my pussy was drenched. Every thrust he made into me triggered a sloppy, slippery sound.

Our hungry bodies moved as one, and warmth unfurled inside me when my orgasm hit. I cried out, clutching his biceps. My pussy quivered around his cock, and he grunted. Every spasm brought me bliss. Every contraction delivered waves of pleasure.

The second I seemed to catch my breath, he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly. After hiking up my rear, so I was on my knees, he gripped my hips and slid his dick into my snatch from behind. One of his fingertips grazed my back hole, delivering just the slightest pressure without entering me. That turned me on, and I felt my body offer up another small orgasmic spasm.

But it was one he felt, too.

He swore softly, held me and fucked me hard and fast. Our bodies slapped together, and his hot breath feathered down on my back.

I pushed myself back to take him deep, with my forehead pressed to the soft bedding. My arms trembled from the effort of supporting myself.

“I’m going to come,” he said. His fingertips dug into my skin as he rode me.

“Yes,” I said. “Come for me.”

He moved faster and rougher. He grunted with every thrust, as if I’d reduced him to some animalistic state. Our coupling had taken his verbal skills and left desire in their place. He froze for a moment — not moving at all. I heard the clock ticking and my heart pounding beneath the sound of our heavy breathing. Then he started to move again, as fast as ever. The pause had somehow heightened my pleasure, and I found myself coming again. It was a softer gentler orgasm — but wonderful, nonetheless.

Suddenly, he pulled out of me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw his hand on his cock. But it was a blur as he jerked himself furiously until come rained down on my back — wet, hot spurts of joy.

Our sweaty, sated bodies dropped onto the bed, and he let out a long breath before asking, “Come here often?”

I rolled over and smoothed back my flyaway hair.

“Nope, but I’m coming back in the fall for Donna’s wedding — and to watch the zoo, while she honeymoons in Cancun. Think you’ll be around?”

“I’ll make a point of it,” he said before sealing the deal with a scorching kiss.