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Summertime Heat

Empress Harper (800)356-6169It was hot as hell outside, and he’d been working all day long.

Even with a cooler full of ice and a wet towel on his neck, he was sweltering hot. In the Texas summers, there wasn’t much work to be found for a young college undergraduate, so he had to take what he could get. And this week, he was clearing brush before a wildfire started and cleared it out for the widow up the hill. She’d put an ad in the college paper, looking for manual labor, and he’d answered it. It was brutal work, but she paid well, and had a pitcher of lemonade up on the porch anytime he wanted a drink.

In the hottest part of the day, just after noon, it just wasn’t safe to continue working.

During the early afternoon, with temperatures reaching into the 110+ mark, he’d seek shelter on the screened-in porch. A fan swirled the muggy air around, and the condensation on the glass of lemonade made his fingers chill and numb. When the screen door creaked open, he looked up with a cheerful smile. The widow was a damn fine cook and had brought out a plate of cookies. Green eyes, dark hair, and she was in fantastic shape. Well, she should be, given that her ‘husband’ had ‘died’ in a fictional accident.

You see, the ‘widow’ only said she was a widow to keep the eager men from town away.

She’d saved up, purchased the property, and was now making a go of homesteading it. She didn’t have time for any idiot males to get underfoot, so she’d made up a story of an accident and a long bereavement. In her mid-thirties, she was in the prime of her life, healthy as a horse, and, surprisingly… lonely.

It’d been far too long since she had friendly hands on her skin.

The young gent who’d answered her ad was easy on the eyes. Standing tall and lithe, with a swimmer’s build and nice abs, he smiled readily and was respectful. Texas boys often are quite polite, and she enjoyed the deference. Blonde hair, blue eyes, cute little dimples, and, forgive her for noticing, really nice abs. It was when she’d caught herself idly fantasizing about him, and then imagining him in the staring role of a fantastic masturbatory fantasy that she decided to seduce him.

In the Texas heat, it wouldn’t be very hard to entice him inside.

And once she got him inside, she could truly wind him around her little finger and have her way with him. A summertime fling in the hot afternoons sounded like just the ticket. So she stepped out onto the porch with a plate of cookies, and invited him inside where the air conditioning was running.

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