The Grass Ain't Always Greener...

Where most men's fantasies begin and end with winning the lottery, my real life's fantasy is the same as my sexual fantasy. Having never lusted over another man's wife before, I dream of having sex with Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola. I want Lola. I love Lola. I must have Lola.

After servicing their lawn care needs for years, my sexual fantasy finally happened when Lola walked over to the tall hedges that I was trimming. I've seen her topless, of course, lots of times but only from afar and from a distance far enough away that I can barely make out her nipples. Whenever she's out there and I'm trimming her hedges and manicuring her lawn and seeing bits and pieces of her with furtive peeks through the openings in the shrubbery, I imagine doing her, making love to her before fucking her, really fucking her.

'God, she's so beautiful. God, she's so fine. If ever we establish contact with Aliens, putting our best foot forward, Lola should represent the women of planet Earth.'

No doubt, always slow to cover up, obviously, she knows I'm looking. With the sound of my hedge trimmer, how could she not know I'm there staring and leering? No doubt, she knows I've seen her topless. Always looking, peeping, and peeking, how could she not know that I want her and would do anything to have her?

I can't get enough of Lola. She's in my thoughts before I get there, she's in my thoughts while I'm there, and she's in my thoughts after I leave. Honestly, I don't think she cares that I ogle her big breasts and that I've seen her topless so very many times. Perhaps, with a name like Lola, she's French and is used to sunning herself topless on the beaches along the French Riviera.

Being that the top of the hedges were up to her shoulders and being that she requested that I leave them that high to afford her the privacy that she wants and needs when she's outback sunning herself topless, I figured when she was standing there talking to me that she was wearing her bikini. Only, as she walked along with me while talking as I worked, it wasn't until we moved down to the chest high hedges and then to the waist high hedges that I realized she was topless. She's not wearing her bikini bra. When my workday starting out with a rainy forecast, here it is with the sun shining brightly over me.