Zekele had almost three thousand square meters of kikuwi lawn to cut with his new ‘Springbok’ make lawn mower. His employer, Mr Chris Wainwright, purchased this mower especially for him only yesterday.
Zekele was proud of his intelligence level, especially after taking in all the instructions given to him on how to operate the machine. He learnt that the ‘Springbok’ could cut grass at different levels and it had speed control, and was also petrol driven. His employer was also proud of him because of his fast learning ability. The perspiration was running down his face, the sweat causing dark stains to his blue t-shirt. He discovered that the ‘Springbok’ had one downfall in that it was heavy to push; its weight was sapping his strength. He had completed the lower level of the garden and decided to stop and rest for a while. He gazed up the steep slope of his next assignment. This was the difficult part: the next terrace was very steep and this led to the main front part of the house and the pool area. He wished he could take off all his clothes and jump into the clear crystal water. His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the owner’s daughter, Jennifer.
‘Come on, Anne. Last one in is a chicken!’
Zekele watched Jennifer as she ran towards the pool.
She threw the towel off her slim and beautiful young body and without any hesitation she leapt into the air to take a dive into the water.
She was truly a beautiful girl; her hair was golden brown and it surrounded her face as her arms came up over her head.
Delicate hands with long fingers touched together to open the path of the water for her body to enter. Her movement was perfect and it proved true as she disappeared gracefully under the water; there was hardly any disturbance to the surface of the pool level.
Her head popped up shortly, and she felt her body tingling all over. She called out with laughter, ‘Chicken, chicken, last one in is a chicken!’
‘I told you I did not like cold water!’ an irritated reply came from the open French doors leading from the Wainwright’s lounge area.
This entrance also led to the verandah and the sun deck. Anne appeared, walking slowly towards the pool. She stopped, looked around and before dropping her towel she quickly descended the pool steps into the icy water.
‘Ooh, it’s cold,’ she screamed.
Jennifer was already at the far side of the pool and was watching her friend’s agony, laughing at her all the time. Zekele had worked the lawn mower closer to the pool area and he could see the girls clearly. He did not stop mowing the lawn for fear he should draw attention to himself. He noticed that Anne was rather stout and her skin was covered in freckles. Her hair was dark brown and short. The two girls swam from one end of the pool to the other. Zekele turned the mower away from the pool area and put his mind back to the tedious work of lawn, lawn, lawn.
His day was a long one, that he knew, but today was special: he had to work for his room. He had to work one Sunday a month from seven thirty until four o’clock. He had another six and a half hours of the day to go. The ‘Springbok’ cut out suddenly. It had run out of petrol. He opened the petrol cap of the mower and this action proved his assumption to be correct. He walked to the garage and the store room where he knew he had stored a jerry can of petrol, for this very purpose.
The four doors of the garage were made of merantee-type wood and were neatly coated with a Woodoc product. Zekele had applied the Woodoc the previous week-end. He remembered how he accidentally spilt the varnish on the Porsche, the boss’s private car. He managed to remove the stains before the owner noticed.
His boss’s wife drove the latest SLK 380 Mercedes Benz; it was silver in color. A Range-Rover was parked at the end of the garage. The 4x4 was hardly ever used and he wondered why they even owned it. A new BMW motor bike was parked between the two cars. The boss and his wife liked to use the bike every Sunday: they would take it on a breakfast run to Hartebeestpoort dam, so he was made to understand. They would return before midday every Sunday morning.
He wondered why the Wainwright’s did not go on the breakfast run this particular morning. He was confident that he would soon be informed of their change of plan as he was their permanent domestic worker.
The ‘Springbok’ clicked back into life, and Zekele continued cutting the lawn. He made sure not to disturb the young girls at the pool.
‘I’m exhausted,’ panted Anne. ‘Let’s tan for a while.’ Anne got out of the pool and walked to the sundeck, where she lay down on her back to capture the warmth of the sun.
‘I’m coming to join you, Annie, on condition that you put suntan lotion on me.’
‘Sure, Jenny. Come on then!’
Jennifer climbed out of the pool; her hair had fallen over her face. She quickly dried herself and re arranged her hair. She walked over to Anne and sat down next to her friend. Anne sat up, opened the small bottle of suntan oil and started applying the lotion to Jennifer’s back and long legs.
‘How tall are you now, Jenny?’ Anne asked.
‘Almost five foot eleven and still growing taller,’ replied Jenny. ‘And I’m going to be a model,’ she added.
‘You are so lucky, Jenny; because you are so sexy and have the height to be a model. I’m going to be a graphic designer; my Dad just bought me a new Pentium 4 computer. I am so excited about that, I can’t wait to make use of it again. I just love computers.’
‘I love boys, fast cars, money and lots of parties, parties, parties! I also love my modeling, of course,’ Jenny boasted.
‘I’ll give the boys a skip; I’m still rather shy and a bit fat. They don’t even look at me,’ Annie sighed and added:
‘You know what, Jenny, boys want one thing and you know what! Hey, when you give it to them, you are left with his brat and then they dump you, leaving you the responsibility of bringing up the little bastard.’
‘Don’t be such a pessimist, Anne; it all depends what you got and how you give it to them,’ Jenny laughed back.
‘Hey, it’s your turn to put oil on me, Jenny,’ interrupted Anne. ‘I’m burning all over.’
‘You haven’t done my front yet,’ ordered Jenny.
‘OK. Roll over, Fido!’
Jenny rolled over onto her back. Her young body was developing a brown tan from the morning sun. She was proud of her beautifully shaped breasts.
Jenny watched her friend apply oil over her firm tummy.
She spread open her legs, allowing Anne to apply oil to the inside of her thighs.
‘Nice, hey,’ she whispered to Anne.
‘OK, my turn.’ Anne patted Jenny on the leg.
Jenny applied the lotion to her friend’s body and slowly caressed Anne’s navel area.
‘That’s enough, you’re turning me on,’ Anne giggled.
The two girls laid back on the sundeck, stretching out their bodies to the sun.
‘When are your parents going out?’ Anne asked softly.
‘Soon,’ replied Jenny, ‘and then we can phone the boys to come over for a braai and a swim.’
‘Do you like Phillip?’ asked Anne.
‘No, I don’t fancy either of them; I like to flirt with them, yes, especially when they are in their speedo’s. I love talking hot stuff and then you can see their bulge swell up.
They can’t control themselves, and you can see their erections. I’ll show you when they get here.’
‘You are so cruel and wicked, Jenny, but I suppose it must be fun. Why not! I’ll go along with that.’
The girls started laughing hilariously, eventually losing all control over their naughty thoughts, and they both doubled over with laughter.
Zekele noticed their fun and laughed ignorantly along with them, shaking his head from side to side.
Chris Wainwright was a tall, slim and yet well-built man. He stood and admired his appearance and the neatly combed black hair in the mirror. He battled with straightening the small black bow tie around his neck. He h ated ties with a passion and wished they had never been invented, He buttoned his waistcoat before finally putting on his dinner jacket. He called out loudly to his wife:
‘What do I look like, Liz?’
‘I can’t see you, dammit! I’m in the bedroom trying to get dressed myself,’ she replied.
Chris walked into the bedroom humming the theme song of a James Bond movie.
‘Well?’ He asked again, a charming smile on his face.
‘You look gorgeous, darling. Here, help me with my zip.’
Chris stood behind his wife. Her back was bare and he stared at her for a while. She was beautiful for her age.
His hands moved into her dress and towards the front to feel her breasts.
‘Not now, Chris, for god’s sake. Just zip me up,’ she smiled.
Chris sighed and slowly zipped up the dress.
‘You are so edible and you look ravishing in this dress,’ he whispered in her ear. Liz turned around and looked at her husband.
‘You surprise me, Chris. You are never at home and you are always working late; yet you know damn well that you could have me every night if you wished. If only you would come home at a reasonable hour like other husbands.’
She raised her eyebrows at him.
‘Yes, yes, I know, darling; but don’t complain, I am a good provider am I not, or do I perceive a complaining voice?’
Liz pulled her husband towards her and tenderly kissed him full on the mouth.
‘I’ve got more of that later, but we must leave before we are late for our date with Margie and Paul. Call Jenny and fill her in about the security, while I quickly finish off my makeup. Hurry and meet me at the car.’ She pushed her husband towards the door.
‘Your wish is my command, darling; but Jenny does know the security system quite well. However I’ll go tell her were leaving.’
Chris walked out of the bedroom, blowing a kiss to his wife as he departed.
‘Jenny, Jenny!’ called Chris out aloud, ‘please come here, pet.’
Jenny had waited for her father’s call and was inside like a flash. She gave her dad a big hug. ‘Yes, handsome Daddy, what can I do for you.’
‘Hope you are going to be good when were gone, Sugar Pie, and don’t forget the security. Zekele finishes off at four.’ He beckoned her with his finger, a huge grin appearing on his face.
‘Of course, Daddy. Don’t worry about me; I am a big girl now.’
‘Eat your dinner, and leave my scotch alone!’ he warned.
He then hugged her tenderly.
Jenny returned the affection with a stronger, bigger hug and ordered the big man: ‘Go now, I can hear Mom’s in the car. And have a good time.’
Chris turned away and hurriedly went off to join his wife, excited about Margie’s and Paul’s anniversary.
‘I love you, Daddy,’ Jennifer called out to her Dad; but Chris did not hear his daughter.
Jenny walked to the driveway to greet her mom.
‘Bye, darling; be a good girl,’ her mom called from the car.
‘Bye, Mom. Enjoy yourselves and don’t worry about us.’
Jenny watched her parents drive through the gate before running back into the house.
‘Annie, Annie, come here, let’s phone the boys,’ she called out excitedly. Jenny picked up the phone and dialed the number. The phone rang for a while.
‘Yo!’ It was Phillip.
‘Hi, it’s me, Jenny. Want to come over for a braai and a swim?’ she asked
‘Yea, that will be cool.’
‘Well, bring some meat if you wish but we have lots here. Will you bring Tim along? Anne is here with me.’
‘Sure, I’ll bring him along. Are your parents there?’
‘No ways! Hurry, we are tanning in our g-strings!’ she teased.
Phillip was silent for a few seconds.
‘Cool. We will be there in a flash.’ He hung up.
‘G-strings? Are you mad?’ exclaimed Anne, who had overheard the telephone conversation.
‘Yep, g-strings - and I bought you one too,’ smiled an excited Jenny.
‘No thanks! I’d rather not, thank you again. Are you really going to wear one?’
‘You bet, baby, I told you I like teasing boys,’ Jenny wiggled her nose at her friend and added, ‘Lets catch some more sun before they come.’
The girls lay silently side by side, both in deep thought, their bodies absorbing the heat of the morning sun.
The lawn mower started up once again.
The girls paid no attention to its sound as their minds were crowded out with excited thoughts about the two young men who were coming over for a swim.
Jenny sat up suddenly.
‘Hey, do you want something to drink before the heroes arrive? ‘
‘I had the same idea! Sure, please, Jenny, but not too strong.’
‘I’ll make us something real snazzy - leave it to me.’ Jenny stood up and walked back to the drinks area adjoining the pool.
The Wainwright home was beautifully decorated. The Flatron TV, complete with the BNO hi-fi system was clearly visible to guests arriving. The leather lounge suite enhanced the bar area and the solid glass coffee table was made of gold-plated material. Her Dad had the bar especially built to his own design and specification.
Beer mugs, and all types of flags and sports hats hung from the bar ceiling. A real sportsman’s bar, and it was very colorful. She loved its atmosphere.
There was an abundance of alcoholic beverages.
An excellent selection of glassware was very easily obtainable from both sides of the bar counter. The bar fridge kept the beer icy cold.
Jennifer selected peach schnapps, topped it up with lemonade and ice, than added a dash of vodka, complemented by two red cherries. She named the drink an ‘orgasm’.
‘This one’s for Anne,’ she smiled wickedly to herself.
She loved the sex titles of the different names given for each drink. A blow-job, sex on the beach, multiple orgasm, many others too embarrassing to mention.
‘I love whiskey, that’s my drink,’ she concluded, and poured herself a double tot with ice and water. Her Dad taught her how to drink whiskey.
She recalled late at night especially on week-ends how her Mom would go to bed early and she would stay up and keep her Dad company, while he was watching the late night sport channel. She loved pretending to be his bar lady and learnt how to mix different cocktails and drinks for her Dad. He hardly paid attention to her alcohol intake. She knew how to handle her drink. She remembered that at one time she had had one too many and felt very drunk.
She fell asleep on his shoulder and he carried her off to bed.
She was mad for her Dad and wished she could find a boy friend similar to him. The next day he never mentioned a word about her drinking.
‘Hey sugar, you’re burning; better watch it. Here, sit up and take your drink,’ she invited.
‘Thanks, Jenny Baby,’ replied Anne. Taking her drink, she moved to a shaded spot.
Anne took a long sip, and commented, ‘This is delicious. What is it?’
‘It’s called an Orgasm; don’t drink it too fast, it will knock you flat.’
‘I’ve heard that expression before,’ giggled Anne.
A Jeep Cherokee pulled into the driveway and stopped at the big gates. It hooted several times. The boys had arrived.
The girls were excited and ran down to greet them. Jenny pushed the remote to open the gates.
‘Hi there, guys,’ greeted Jenny.
‘I thought you were wearing a g-string? Liar!’ accused Phillip, a large grin appearing on his countenance.
‘Not so fast with accusations, honey, I was about to put it on. Hope you can handle it, though,’ she teased and then turned and walked back to the pool, swinging her hips with extra movements to her young body so as to add more spice to her sex appeal.
At the pool, Anne noticed how tall and huge the two boys were.
‘They aren’t boys,’ she said to herself. ‘More like young men.’
Phillip was slightly taller than Timothy and had green eyes and brown hair. He wore a pair of baggie shorts with a green t-shirt.
Timothy had black hair and blue eyes. His eyes reminded her of a male lion ready to kill. His square jaw gave him a manly look. ‘Not one to mess with,’ she thought to herself.
When Timothy spoke, she noticed that he was the shy one, the quiet one. He was just like her.
‘Maybe there was some hope for her after all,’ Anne concluded to herself.
‘Put your stuff down and go and change. You know where the bathroom is,’ ordered a determined Jenny.
‘Roger!’ came the combined reply from the young men, and they disappeared into the main house at top speed.
‘They are so nice,’ gasped Anne, her hand touching her breast.
‘Stop that, you nymph,’ laughed Jenny. ‘Just play it cool and you might score. Remember, a man goes out looking for sex, but a woman goes out knowing she is going to get it.’
‘I don’t want sex, for goodness sake,’ exclaimed Anne.
‘Well, play it like cool Luke and just have fun,’ smiled Jenny.
‘Want a g-string?’
‘No ways; perhaps later, this drink is hitting me.’
‘I told you not to drink it so fast. Anyway, I am going to change right here quickly, so keep an eye out.’
Jenny took the last sip of her scotch, and stripped off her bikini bottom.
She stood semi-naked in front of Anne before turning and walking to retrieve her g-string, which she had hidden earlier that day in the pool-box, on the opposite side of the sundeck.
Anne could not believe what Jenny was doing. She eyed her friend with a shocked look of disapproval.
‘You can’t walk around like that; you’re asking for trouble,’ she said angrily.
‘Stop worrying; no-one is looking, only you, I’ll be quick.’ Jenny walked off to the pool-box. She retrieved the g-string from her secret place and bent down to put on the small garment.
Anne could not help but notice her friend’s naked buttocks and pubic hairs as she put on the g-string. Anne shook her head in disgust.
‘See, chicken, no one saw me,’ said Jenny excitedly.
Jenny walked casually back to join her friend and waited for the boys.
The girls did not notice that the lawn mower had stopped working.
The boys finally appeared from the main house wearing their speedo’s and ‘police’ sunglasses. They made a rap movement with their hands and bodies to show themselves off to their young audience.
The girls could not help but notice the good looking pair.
They applauded and shouted ‘Bravo, bravo’ simultaneously.
‘ Hey, guys, want a beer?’ offered Jenny.
The boys could not take their eyes off Jenny as she walked up to them. She looked incredibly sexy and the g-string hardly covered her pubic hairs.
The young men were moved both physically and mentally. They could not digest that such beauty was so real before their eyes.
‘Close your mouths, boys - you might swallow flies!’ smiled a sexy Jenny. ‘Like it?’
They were embarrassed, their red faces and bodies confirming their situation.
‘You look real cool, man; and yes, please,’ stuttered Phillip.
The boys could not take their eyes off her. She looked completely naked from the back as she walked away.
Anne noticed their speedo’s were getting stretched.
‘Hey, you two, cool down; you might find yourselves in an awkward predicament,’ she teased.
Phillip and Timothy laughed.
‘Boy, she is so hot!’ said Phillip.
‘Too much for the mind!’ added Timothy.
Jenny returned in no time, carrying two cold Castles, one in each hand.
‘If you two don’t behave yourselves I’ll get dressed,’ she threatened. The boys apologised and took their beers.
‘Can’t blame us, man; you’re real cool.’
‘Only kidding. Feast your eyes, but don’t get any ideas. Come on, let’s chill for a while,’ invited Jenny.
‘Here it comes, the hot talk,’ Anne told herself. She noticed that the boys were already on the brink of an erection. Anne looked down at their speedo’s and the boys were very uncomfortable.
‘Wicked, Jenny,’ she grinned.
Jenny teased the young men to almost beyond their self-control and Anne could not help herself from being turned on by noticing their erections.
‘Wow, Jenny was good.’
The boys, feeling totally vulnerable, finally sat down to save their embarrassment. Jenny had them on a roll and was enjoying every minute of it.
So was she.