Handy Andy

Handy Andy

It's been a long day. I've been at work since 8am, and here it's themiddle of the afternoon and I still haven't gotten the damn programworking yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention issuddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah,that's right, it's Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of thegardening service.
I glance outside at the truck. Hm, it's a different truck than usual.There must be a new service this week. Then I get a look at the guyunloading the lawnmower. Whoa! There must be something about workingoutside all day that causes guy to look like that!
He's a little taller than average height, and well built. Not themuscled look, but certainly not a weakling either. The kind of musclesthat look like they came from working day by day. He's wearing a poloshirt and jeans, and they look tailored for him. He fills themperfectly. He has wonderful bright hair, a beautiful jaw line, and awonderful cleft chin. I can't see his eyes through the dark glasseshe's wearing. It's gonna be difficult to concentrate while he'sworking out there.
I try to get back to work while he starts the lawnmower. After all, itwouldn't really be prudent to be staring at the gardener while I'msupposed to be finishing up this program. I start back looking forthat bug in the program when I see him pushing the lawnmower right bythe window.
I look up. He's even better looking up close. His forearms arelightly dusted with slightly darker hair than what is on his head.He's freshly shaved, but has that dark stubble look that addsdefinition to his face. He looks like he has nice strong hands. Mygaze wanders down the rest of his body, and I'm enjoying what I'mseeing. Then he's past the window.
I wait for him to come back and watch him again. On his third pass, Isuddenly realize that he's watching me as he mows past. Oh, god, hashe caught me watching him? Damn, that's probably the last I'll see ofhim. The straight guys always seem to run away when they've noticedthat you've noticed them. No, there he is again. As he gets to thepoint on his lawnmowing circuit closest to my window, he stops for amoment, takes off his sunglasses and wipes his brow, managing to fix mewith a piercing gaze. Ohmigod, his eyes! Toffee brown. I'm gonnamelt. By now, he's got to have figured out that I find him attractive.He's certainly teasing me.
Now that he's certain he has my attention, he goes back to work andfinishes up the lawn. Now he's pushing the lawnmower to the back lotto work out there. His partner comes by with the edge trimmer andfinishes up the lawn. I guess I've had my thrill for the day, and nowit's time for ME to get back to work. About half an hour later, I seehim load the lawnmower back into the truck. He jumps into thepassenger side, but before the truck drives away, he looks back at mywindow. He's still wearing those sunglasses, so I don't know if he'sactually looking at me, but I certainly hope so...
It's Wednesday again. I'm really looking forward to the lawnmower'svisit. I'm in the middle of a major editing session when I hear thetruck pull up. I make sure to save the files, in case I get, um,interrupted while he's here.
This time, he's wearing some kind of baseball jersey/t-shirt. Lookslike it has a team name on the front, for some kind of softball team.Well, that's certainly a good way to keep in shape. He turns to setthe mower on the lawn, and I see that there's something written acrossthe back as well. It says "Andy". Hm, well, since I know no better,I'll assume that's his name.
This time, I'm not so coy about watching him. The office is prettymuch deserted; the only other person around is working on the otherside of the room with his headphones on. He's too wrapped up in whathe's working on to even notice that I'm in the room, much less zoningon some guy.
Andy seems to appreciate my watching him. He's taking his time to makesure the job is done thuroughly. He's making sure to mow the entirelawn very carefully, especially the parts outside of my window. Everynow and again, he stops to stretch his back or his arms or his legs.He's showing off outrageously, and one look at his face shows that heknows it. What a flirt.
He's done too soon, and again he must leave. I sigh, but thinkingabout what might be in store for next week keeps me feeling good forthe next few days...
It's sweltering outside. It's the kind of day that makes you want toleave your car windows open just so that you won't bake when you driveback home. Fortunately, the tempermental air conditioning for thebuilding has decided to work today. It's going to be a long day againfor me, as I have the extreme pleasure of trying to get my programs tointegrate with a bunch of other people's programs. We're supposed toship the product next week, so there's a major deadline crunch. Ireally need a break. And I'm not all that interested in coffee.
Right on schedule, there's the truck. He jumps out of the cab andwalks back to the rear of the truck. He's being very cocky today, butI can't help but catch that infectious grin of his. The guy at thedesk next to mine is noticing me staring, but today I don't care.
As "Andy" starts the mower going, I see that he's wearing a whitet-shirt today. He turns the corner, and I see what's written on theback. It says "For a good time..." followed by a phone number. Isthis for real? Is he actually giving me his phone number? I'm inshock. Staring at him through the office window is one thing, butactually calling him and talking is something I hadn't even thought ofexcept in my wildest of fantasies. But then, he stops and looks rightat me, challenging me. Do I take the risk?
I grab a piece of paper and quickly write the number down. Apparently,he sees me, as he starts back to his mowing. I think, I must be crazy,actually thinking of calling a complete stranger.
About half of the way through his circuit, he stops. He must beawfully hot out there, cause I can see the sweat dripping off of hischin. He's thinking the same thing. Then he pulls his shirt over hishead. Wow, he should be modelling. A light dusting of hair covers hischest and trails down his belly. His firm pecs pull as he stretcheshis arms overhead. To hell with work, I'd better be concerned aboutkeeping the proverbial drool out of my keyboard!
Again, it's he's done too soon. As the gardening service is packing upto leave, he carefully hangs his shirt from the truck's mirror. Hemade sure to leave the number and the message easily readable. Hegrabs his shirt and he and his partner climb back into the truck andtake off, leaving me with a major dilema. Do I dare call?
Well, I've decided. Tomorrow is Saturday, and my front yard could usesome work. I'll call "Andy" up and ask if he does house calls. Ittakes me an hour or so, but I finally get the nerve up to call.
"Hello, Handy Andy's Gardening, can I help you?"
Hm, it's a young voice; it could be him.
"Um, yeah, I hear you do really good work, and I was wondering if youdo private houses as well as corporate gardening. You see, my frontyard is really bad, and I don't have the tools to take care of it." Ishut up since I realize that I'm babbling.
"Yeah, but only on weekends."
"Great! How about tomorrow?"
"Well, it's kinda busy, but I guess I could at least stop by and seehow much work it's going to be."
We agree to a time to meet and I give him my address and phone number.I thank him, and then hang up. It was all I could do to keep my voiceunder control.
It's Saturday morning now, and I hear a truck pulling up in front of myhouse. I live in a small house, but it has a huge yard, both front andback. The front is arranged well, but I've let it grow a bit wild,since I really have no luck with plants. The back yard is a totaljungle. I don't entertain much, so I don't bother worrying about it.
I look out the front windows. It's his truck, and he's alone. I guesson weekends he works by himself. He gets out of the truck and walks upto the front door. Before he has a chance to ring the bell, I open thedoor. He stands there, slightly surprised at having the door opened sosuddenly, but he recovers quickly. Then he recognizes me, and hestarts to smile, and his eyes get that twinkly look. Wow, just likefrom the comics.
"Handy Andy, at your service," he says with a grin.
"Hi, Andy, I'm Jim. Glad to meet you..." I say.
He's wearing short shorts today with a large T-shirt with some mountainclimbing gear logo along with a pair of nylon hiking shoes. He looksaround the front yard, and I can see him summing up the amount of workit needs. "Looks like it's run wild for a few months, eh? Well, it'slucky for you that I don't really have that heavy of a schedule today."
"Why don't you come on in, and we can discuss what needs to be donefirst?"
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to kinda take a free hand at it. Iguarentee you won't be disappointed."
I decide to follow his lead. "Sure, go ahead." We shake on it.
He starts to unload his truck. I offer to help, but he nicely saysthat I'm paying him to do his work (I'd forgotten I was supposed to payhim) and that I should just sit back and relax while he gets to it. Hepoints to the chair on the porch and suggests that I sit back and readthe paper or something. As if I'll be able to concentrate on the paperwith him working so nearby. Reluctantly, I comply with his wishes.
He starts working on the yard. It's wonderful to be able to sit on myporch and watch a sexy man work while he's aware that I'm watching him.He begins with the hedges, trimming them neatly along the walk. The heattacks the flower bed, clearing out the dead growth and encouragingthe plants to flower more. The day is a warm one, and before too long,his shirt is damp from sweat.
"Would you like something cool to drink, Andy? I have a couple of coldbeers, if you'd like. Also, some fruit juices and soda."
"That would be great. You got any lemonaide? That would really begreat right now."
Just my luck, I had made some the day before. I went inside and pouredout a couple of glasses worth and brought them back out, handing one tohim. He takes a few quick gulps. "Thanks, Jim, that REALLY hit thespot. It is a bit warm out here, isn't it? Would you mind if I takethis off?" He pulls at his shirt.
"No, not at all, go ahead..." I stammer.
He winks at me, and pulls the shirt over his head slowly. I am reallyturned on by his sensuousness, and I think he's quite aware of it."Hold on to this for me?" he asks, handing me his shirt.
I take it, and let him get back to work. I return to my chair, holdinghis shirt in my lap. He has a very masculine smell to him, and hisodor clings to his sodden shirt.
After a couple of hours, he finally fishes up the front yard. Ithasn't looked this good since well before I moved in. He's done anexcellent job, worth a great deal more than we had agreed upon. Hejoins me on the porch.
"Well, what do you think?" he asks.
"It's incredible! I'm going to be the envy of all of my neighbors withthe job you've done!"
"Thanks, I enjoyed it. It's a very interesting yard. I'm trained as alandscape architect, but I'm not done with my degree. It's not often Ihave a chance to do much more than simple gardening."
"You really have a good eye for it; it shows. Now come on inside.It's a lot cooler indoors, and you look as thought you could use arest." I hold the door open for him. He thanks me and enters thehouse.
I'm right behind him, but as I cross from the outside glare to therelative darkness of the interior, he grabs me and presses his body upagainst mine. His body odor engulfs me as he locks his lips to mine.We kiss, but it's more intense t han any other kiss I've ever had. Thedoor's wide open, but I don't care. My entire world is now just himand myself and the kiss we're sharing.
Ten minutes and a subjective eternity later, we part. "I've beenwanting to do that since the first time I saw you," I tell him.
"You too, eh? I was so afraid that you'd never call me. I've neverdone anything that crazy before. Imagine getting a t-shirt made withmy phone number..."
"I'm glad you did," I say as I kiss him again. "Let's get you into ashower," I tell him. He grins mischieviously as I lead him to thebathroom.
Once there, I peel his short off his body. He has a beautiful body,better than my fantasies of him. He helps me to undress and we getinto the shower. One of the nicest features, in my mind, about thehouse I'm renting is the huge shower that it has. We made ample use ofit, draining my hot water tank. My hands explore every inch of hisbody and he explores my body just as thuroughly. He starts to kiss meon my face and my neck. He chews on my ear and whispers "I think I seea way that you can pay me for my services..."
"Which services?" I ask. "Your gardening, or..." He laughs and kissesme again.
Once the water starts to get too chilly we quickly towel each otherdry. I lead him to my bed and we both climb under the covers. For thenext four hours, we make very passionate love. When evening comes, Iask him, "Do you have anywhere else you needed to be today?"
"Well, when I told you that my schedule was busy, I kinda stretched thetruth. About all I had planned was a bad porno and an evening offrustration."
"That's just what I wanted to hear," I tell him and I attack his bodyagain.
It's Sunday morning. I have gotten up early and decided to makebreakfast for both of us. I put the coffee on, cut up some fruit, andam making breakfast when Andy walks into the kitchen. He puts his armsaround my waist and pulls me into another kiss.
"Morning," I try to say, but it comes out more like "mrglflng". Helaughs.
"Breakfast, what a great idea!" he says.
"It'll just be a minute." I tell him.
He grabs a slice of canteloupe and munches on it while he takes a tourof the kitchen. "I love your place," he tells me. "Can I take a lookout back?"
"Sure," I say, "but be careful. It's kind of a jungle out there."
He comes back inside after a few minutes and says "Yes, it's reallyovergrown. Looks like I'll have lots of work ahead."
I start to tell him that I didn't expect him to do that as well, but hesilences me with a finger on my lips.
"Hey, I have to tell my boss something when I keep coming over here..."he says with a devilish grin...