[AU for Coraline]

[justthemessenger]

Sam was busy with yard chores. He had never imagined that he would be living on his own, busily working at yard work. His dad would be utterly, utterly shocked that Sam was doing it voluntarily and wondering why he was never so eager back home.

Of course, back home he was doing it for his dad, not for his ridiculously hot neighbor. Never mind that she was a bit older, she was still crazy hot and with an English accent that just did things for him. So he did things for her, like mow her lawn.

Which was huge, but that was okay. He didn't mind. Sometimes Ms. Jones came out to check on him or offer him lemonade or something and that made it all worth it. Especially in the summer when she wore shorts that showed off legs that went forever and then some.

Pausing to empty the bag on the mower, Sam wiped the sweat out of his eyes and looked out across the giant back yard, noting that he was still only about half done. He eyed the pool longingly, wondering if he could jump in for a quick dip to cool off before continuing on.

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[justthemessenger]

Sam had no doubt that Miss Jones really was very good. He already had evidence that she was very good. Everything she was doing with his cock was so very, very good. His eyes were glued to her body as she got out of the water, particularly her ass and her legs. Damn if they weren't fantastic.

"Bed," he said, moving out of the water after her as if he were mesmerized. Really, he wanted her to tie him up or handcuff him to the bed and ride him so many different ways, but he'd take what he could get.

[curiously_cora]

"Make sure you pick up your clothes, don't want anyone to interrupt if they wonder where you've gotten too. I plan to keep you occupied for a little while yet," Coraline said, glancing over her shoulder at him with a little wicked smile before she walked through the open doors and into her home. He should know where the bedroom was roughly, he had seen her in it through the windows often enough. She just hoped he ignored the little... oddities of her travels. Particularly the pictures. "I have a new set of handcuffs I've been dying to try out."

[justthemessenger]

"Oh damn that ass," Sam groaned, hastily gathering up his clothes as and following her inside. He did happen to know exactly where her bedroom was, he'd watched her through the window several times, guiltily spying on her while she changed. Now he wondered if she had done that on purpose.

Her house seemed kind of cool, but he was a man on a mission and was really not paying that much attention to his surroundings.

"Handcuffs?" he said, cock aching with need at the thought.