Saturday, August 15th
Dear Diary,
Saturday the 15th started out pretty normal but damn did it turn into something else. I texted Lena last night telling her to be at Janice’s by ten, no excuses, and she actually showed up right on time for once. We were already out on the patio with our tops off before the landscaper even pulled up. Janice had the margaritas going again and we were just sitting there soaking up the sun, tits out, when we heard his truck door slam.
His eyes went wide when he came around the corner and saw all three of us already bare. Couldn’t blame him really. Lena’s got those perfect perky ones that just sit there looking amazing, and mine and Janice’s aren’t exactly subtle either. He tried to play it cool but the way he kept glancing over while he grabbed his equipment was pretty obvious.
We started in right away with the comments. Janice asked him if he was any good at trimming bushes, real casual like, and I threw in something about hoping he had the right tools for the job. Lena was quieter at first but you could tell she was getting into it, especially when she caught him staring at her chest. Poor guy was blushing so hard his ears were pink.
After maybe an hour of this back and forth, Lena just went for it. She asked him straight up if she could see his tool, and the way she said it made it pretty clear she wasn’t talking about hedge clippers. He got all flustered and said maybe, which was basically an invitation as far as we were concerned. Janice jumped on that and told him Lena should probably help him get it out since he seemed a little shy about it.
Next thing I know Lena’s on her knees in front of him, working his zipper down with this focused look on her face. When she pulled him out we all kind of went quiet for a second because wow…
