We pay our neighbor’s son, a few doors down, to cut our lawn and tend to our garden once a fortnight. Glen is a second-year electrical apprentice and appreciates the extra cash to help him get by.

Recently, Glen injured himself playing basketball and was on crutches. Knowing we were entertaining guests that coming weekend, Glen called to let me know he had arranged for one of his friends to take over the lawn and garden duties for the week if we didn’t mind. He assured me his friend could come by mid-morning the next day.

The following morning, I was in my usual routine—dropping the kids off at school and finishing a gym session before heading home to start my workday. While on my way back, I received a call from Henry, Glen’s friend, saying he’d be arriving in about 15 minutes. When I got home, Henry was already there, sitting on a chair by the front door, sunning himself.

Glen is a shy and reserved guy, the type you have to draw into a conversation. So I was taken aback when I saw Henry—a muscular guy in a singlet, covered in tattoos. As soon as he spoke, his confident tone matched his appearance.

“Ah, you must be the famous Mrs. B! I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said with a smirk.

“Is that so?” I replied. “I hope it’s all good things.”

“Mostly good things… and some really good things,” he said, grinning. I laughed awkwardly, not entirely sure what he meant.

I showed Henry to the shed where we kept the equipment and gave him a quick tour of the garden. “Got it, Mrs. B—leave it to me. Grab yourself a glass of wine and enjoy the show,” he said confidently.

“I wish! I’ve got to start work,” I replied, brushing off his boldness.

Henry got started, and I went inside to settle into my workday. After some time, I needed to grab a file from a cabinet in the shed. As I approached, I heard Henry talking on his phone near the back. His words stopped me in my tracks.

“A MILF is an understatement,” he said, chuckling. “She’s got the best set of tits I’ve seen in a while. And nope, no panties under those little gym shorts. When she got out of the car, you could see everything—massive camel toe, topped off by a half-unzipped sports bra. I might try to fuck her,” he added, laughing loudly.

I stood there, frozen in shock. My thoughts raced. Glen—sweet, reserved Glen—had apparently briefed Henry about me in this inappropriate way. And now, this young, confident stranger was talking about me like I was some object of desire. To my surprise, a wave of arousal surged through me, catching me completely off guard. The mother in me wanted to confront Henry for his disrespect, but the woman in me felt… something else.

As I stepped out of the shed, trying to compose myself, I nearly ran into Henry. He was shirtless now, his shoulders and abs glistening in the sun, speckled with grass clippings. His toned physique was even more striking up close. He turned to face me, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Mrs. B, how long have you been out here?” he asked casually, his tone calm but curious.

“Not long—just grabbing a file,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky as I avoided his eyes.

“Ah, I was just chatting with Glen, giving him grief about his injury,” he said, scratching at the defined muscles of his grass-covered abs. The motion drew my attention, and I felt a deep warmth spread through my body. My heart raced, and I could feel my skin heating. I tried to ignore the unmistakable symptoms of arousal—the quickened breath, the tightening in my chest—but my body betrayed me.

“Hope I didn’t use any profanities in front of a lady,” he added, his tone light and teasing.

“No, I didn’t hear anything,” I lied, my cheeks flushing as I hurried past him and back into the house.

Once inside, I sat at my desk, trying to focus on work, but I couldn’t concentrate. I found myself opening the CCTV app on my iPad, watching Henry as he worked. His muscles flexed under the sun, his tattoos standing out against his tanned skin. My thoughts betrayed me, lingering on the way he moved, the way his confidence radiated through every motion.

Flustered and frustrated, I decided I needed to calm myself down. I grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. As I lathered up, my mind wandered back to Henry’s words and how his eyes lingered earlier. I felt a strange, almost guilty thrill that I couldn’t ignore.

After my shower, I slipped into a casual T-shirt and shorts, ready to move on with my day. But when I glanced at myself in the mirror, something felt… off. The outfit was too plain, too practical. Without thinking too much about it, I changed into a lightweight sundress. It was soft and flowy, with delicate floral patterns and buttons running down the front. I left my bra off, letting the fabric hug my curves. The neckline dipped just enough to highlight the swell of my breasts in a way that felt playful and a little daring.

Feeling a mix of nervousness and confidence, I returned to my desk. A few minutes later, I heard Henry shout from the back door.

“Mrs. B!” he called, his voice carrying through the house.

I walked to the door, smoothing my dress as I approached. When I opened it, Henry stood there, wiping his face with his singlet. His gaze flickered down to my chest, lingering for just a moment before he met my eyes. The look was quick, but unmistakable—a flash of appreciation mixed with bold curiosity.

“Uh, Glen and I are heading to the esplanade for lunch,” he said, his tone casual but slightly strained as his eyes darted back to my neckline. “We’ll be back in about an hour if that’s okay.”

“Take your time,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. I couldn’t ignore how his focus had shifted to the way the sundress highlighted my figure.

As he reached for his bag, he casually tossed his sweaty singlet on top of it. Reaching in, he pulled out a fresh shirt, slipping it over his head before giving me a quick nod. Then, with a confident jog, he headed off toward the gate, leaving me standing there, heart pounding.

After Henry jogged off toward the gate, I stood at the back door, watching as he made his way down the path toward Glen’s house. The sight of his broad shoulders and confident stride stirred something deep inside me—a feeling I couldn’t shake. The house was empty, the silence pressing down on me as my thoughts spiraled. I couldn’t escape the restless energy building in my chest, the undeniable pull of arousal that had taken hold of me since earlier.

As I closed the door and leaned against it, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to move past this without some form of release. My body was humming with a need that I couldn’t ignore. I glanced at the daybed on the back deck, where I had last seen Henry standing, shirtless and glistening in the sun. It was as if his presence still lingered there, etched into the space. A heat spread through me at the thought.

Driven by impulse, I grabbed the clit vibe I kept hidden in a naughty shoebox of toys inside the wall-in-robe and made my way to the deck. The sunlight was warm against my skin as I settled onto the daybed, the soft cushion molding to my body. I adjusted the throw over my legs for some sense of cover, even though I was completely alone. The sundress I had changed into earlier clung to me, the buttons pulling slightly across my chest as I leaned back.

I closed my eyes, letting my hands move to the buttons of my dress. Slowly, I unfastened them one by one, exposing my bare skin to the open air. The cool breeze brushed against my nipples, hardening them instantly. My fingers trailed over my chest, circling and teasing, as I let my thoughts drift back to Henry. I pictured his confident smirk, the way his gaze had lingered on me, the way his abs flexed as he wiped away the sweat. The memory sent shivers down my spine.

As my hands wandered, I glanced at the sweaty singlet Henry had tossed on his bag earlier. On a wild impulse, I reached for it, the damp fabric cool and slightly musky. I brought it to my chest, rubbing it over my skin, the sensation adding another layer to my already-heightened arousal. My nipples brushed against the dampness, and I couldn’t hold back the light moans escaping my lips.

“Fuck,” I whispered, the word spilling out as I gave in completely to the moment. My hips shifted against the vibe, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. My back began to arch as the tension built, my bare breasts pushing into the air as I held my breath, the rush of release so close I could feel it washing over me.

Just as I opened my eyes, ready to surrender to the moment, I froze. Standing at the edge of the deck was Henry, his face a mask of complete shock.