Vera Vision—Gettin’ Over (NSFW)

When heartbreak occurs, it could sometimes take years to get over. Healing a broken heart is very much like the five stages of mourning a loss: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. But once all is said and done, when does the sex begin? For Ericka, there was only one way to discover. She needed someone to get her off so she can get on with her life. Her pool boy was about to have a lucky day.

Ericka’s husband, Connor, died suddenly two years ago. Married for nearly 20 years, Ericka couldn’t fathom starting her life without her best friend and biggest supporter. Friends suggested she started dating again, but it was too soon for her. Besides, the dating scene had changed so much, Ericka really didn’t know where to begin. She took to the internet and began trying out various dating websites. A few missed hits later, Ericka decided dating might not be in her cards at the moment.

“Is there anything else you need done, Mrs. London?” Tony asked.

Tony was the new gardener Ericka hired just a few months prior based on recommendations from her neighbors. He was a 20-something year old man with a chiseled body that looked like it was cut from ice. His skin was lightly tanned and his blue eyes shined in the sunlight. His ass was round and full, a result of his tough squat workouts in the gym. But it was his smile and warm demeanor that really won him plenty of female admirers. He wouldn’t hesitate to help even if it meant he was going to be a little late for another appointment. A country boy in the city life.

Ericka never really noticed Tony before. She thought he was a cute, young boy but that was about it. Her friends constantly prodded her about Tony’s naked look but Ericka brushed them off. She was paying him to work on her landscaping, not fulfill some sexual need she no longer had. However, that day was different. Ericka was noticing Tony a bit differently. His sweaty wife-beater clung onto his muscles. His arms looked strong and powerful. And his musky scent was something Ericka hadn’t smelled in a long while and just about forgot how much she missed it.

A lustful rage filled Ericka’s body and she felt like she on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew, Ericka threw Tony against the wall and ripped off his sweaty tank top. She was about to give him one hell of a tip…

To be continued…