Georgina hadn't met Drew the rest of the Wednesday but she had seen a lot of him that evening. He didn't draw the curtains in his living room and she could look straight in from her kitchen. He had ditched the tee and only walked around in those army green shorts.
"Tease!" She muttered.
She was sure he knew she was watching him. He was putting on a show on purpose. With him on her mind, she found her favorite vibrator and went to bed. There was no problem in looking, longing and dreaming about the man. He was one hell of a man after all.
She went to work Thursday morning. She was shadowing the photographer that had taken her photos the day before. She knew she couldn't model forever but she wanted to stay in the business. Becoming a photographer for other fetish models seemed like the right choice, and this photographer, a sweetheart named Ember Moon, was more than happy to teach her.
She came home around lunch time only to find Drew in her front yard, mowing the lawn. She studied him as she walked closer. He was in pair of navy blue shorts but no shirt. She had to swallow hard as she saw him up close.
"You're home," he smiled. "I thought I'd mow your lawn."
"You shouldn't have," she said.
"I know but I wanted to," he ran the back of his hand over his forehead. "Phew, it sure gets hot out here."
"Do you want something cold to drink?" She asked.
"That sounds lovely," he said. "Lead the way."
"Nice try. Wait out here. I'll bring you something," she said.
He finished the little piece of lawn there was left while she went inside. She came back out with a glass of lemonade for him.
"Thank you," he said.
He studied her as he slowly drank the cold lemonade. She might be a fetish model but she didn't dress like one. She wore a pair of light blue, washed out jeans and a moss green top with thin straps. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.
"Just got off work?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm learning the art of photography," she answered. "It's really interesting and I gave a great teacher."
"Should I be jealous?" He smirked.
"She's married," she smirked back.
"Threesome?" He asked.
"I don't think her husband is into that," she shrugged. "Poor me."
He chuckled. He had been right about her. She could go toe to toe with him.
"What about you? What do you do for a living?" She asked.
"I'm starting Sunday evening down at the radio station. Gonna be the new voice of Sunday Night Horror Stories," he said.
"I always listen to that," she said.
He liked the idea of her listening to his voice every Sunday night. Maybe his voice could even send vibrations to certain areas of her body.
"Are you coming tomorrow?" She asked.
"I'd love to cum," he licked his lips.
"To the party, dumb ass," she rolled her eyes.
"What happened to cute ass?" He laughed. "But what party?"
"No one invited you yet?" She asked.
She shook her head a bit.
"Guess I'll be the one. There's a costume party tomorrow night. We do this a couple of times a year. Aleister and Zelina in number 11 are hosting this time," she said.
"That might be fun," he said.
"No entry without a costume though," she bit her lip. "So you better bring it, cute ass."
"Oh, I'll bring it," he promised. "I can't wait to see what you'll be wearing."
She took the empty glass from him again.
"Thank you for mowing my lawn," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"You sure will, sugar," he said.