ooc closed for cockslave at least in the beginning
I was working in the garage when I was surprised by a feminine voice with a Scottish accent asking for some help getting her lawn mower started. I said "Of course", and followed her across and down the street. As we walked she told me they had just moved in and the grass needed mowing, but her husband had gone out of town on business and she was there alone.
Having been doing some work myself, I was a little grubby and dirty, but gave it a try pulling the cord several times without any success. Sh said she had put in fresh gass which I could smell, and that she had pulled the cord a numbet of times. The switch was on but maybe it was flooded, in which case we would have to wait a while, so she asked if I would like a drink while we waited. She invited me into their kitchen, and there were still boxes that needed to be unpacked.
When she handed me a glass of iced tea, our fingers met and the feeling was electric, as I looked into her eyes and there were sparks there even if not on the lawn mower.
My bright blue eyes met hers as I thanked her, and I took a sip and set the glass down. Then she picked it up and took a sip out of the same glass, and murmurred "we like to share"
That sounded fine to me as my wife and I were swingers and liked to share too, but I didnt tell her that quite yet. I did ask how long her husband would be gone, and she said three days as she moved closer and took another sip. Then I did and though how nice it would be to have her lips on mine instead of a cold glass of iced tea.
I was working in the garage when I was surprised by a feminine voice with a Scottish accent asking for some help getting her lawn mower started. I said "Of course", and followed her across and down the street. As we walked she told me they had just moved in and the grass needed mowing, but her husband had gone out of town on business and she was there alone.
Having been doing some work myself, I was a little grubby and dirty, but gave it a try pulling the cord several times without any success. Sh said she had put in fresh gass which I could smell, and that she had pulled the cord a numbet of times. The switch was on but maybe it was flooded, in which case we would have to wait a while, so she asked if I would like a drink while we waited. She invited me into their kitchen, and there were still boxes that needed to be unpacked.
When she handed me a glass of iced tea, our fingers met and the feeling was electric, as I looked into her eyes and there were sparks there even if not on the lawn mower.
My bright blue eyes met hers as I thanked her, and I took a sip and set the glass down. Then she picked it up and took a sip out of the same glass, and murmurred "we like to share"
That sounded fine to me as my wife and I were swingers and liked to share too, but I didnt tell her that quite yet. I did ask how long her husband would be gone, and she said three days as she moved closer and took another sip. Then I did and though how nice it would be to have her lips on mine instead of a cold glass of iced tea.