This story is a work of fiction. All characters are imaginary.
My heart raced as I sat waiting in the living room. I tried not to breathe so I could even hear a pin drop. The lawnmower had been turned off for a while already, but I knew he enjoyed toying with me. Finally, there it was ... the knock on the door.
We had been playing this game for months now and it had developed into quite an art. I almost tripped over myself as I got up to answer the door. When I opened it, there he was, as usual, his tanned, slender, 16-year-old torso dripping with sweat. His nearly shoulder-length blond hair was matted to his forehead, cheeks, and neck. Wearing only denim cut-offs and laceless white deck shoes (no socks), he stepped into the foyer and said, "Man, it's hot out there!" The game had begun.
As I followed him back to the kitchen where I had already prepared orange and banana smoothies in the blender, I noticed his back was also covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His slim hips swayed back and forth as he sauntered down the hall. Oh, what a sight--those luscious long legs.
Once in the kitchen, I poured our smoothies and he feverously drank up, dripping some out onto his chin and even more down his chest. As the boy drank up, the dripping of the smoothie increased until there was I solid stream of banana and orange from his chin to his shorts. "Uh-oh! Look at me. I'm a mess. You don't want your smoothie to go to waste, do you?
"No, and I'd better wash those shorts, too." Once he had slipped his shorts and underpants off and stood naked before me, I began the task of cleaning up his mess ... with my tongue. He loved this as much as I did! I licked his smooth skin from his chin, down his neck, all around his chest, taking time to suck on each nipple, down his midsection to his soft slender stomach, all around and in his belly button, and down his beginning trail. By now, my gardener was already rock hard!
Well, what happens next! Feedback is welcome.