Adult Blogger: MRCAMELTOE MR CAMEL TOE finishing my errands and having some lunch, I went over to Mrs. Raymond's house where I found a note on the front door:
Doug,
I'm out back on the patio. Just come through the gate when you get here and I'll show you where the mower is.
Thanks, Deb
As I walked around back, I saw a new privacy fence Mr. Raymond must have put in while I was gone. I unlatched the gate and headed toward the patio.
"Holy smokes," I thought as I rounded the corner.
Mrs. Raymond was indeed on the patio as she said in the note. What she didn't mention was that she was sunbathing. Lying on a chaise lounge, Mrs. Raymond was wearing a bright yellow bikini that barely covered her beautiful, tanned figure.
"Hi Doug, thanks for coming over," she said as I approached the patio. "I really appreciate your help. The mower and the gas can are in the shed over there."
I was still awestruck by the spectacular beauty I discovered out back and only half-heard what she had said.
"Oh, um, that's no problem Mrs. Raymond," I stammered, momentarily reverting to the awkward senior I thought I had left behind.
"And Doug," she continued, "I'm not Mrs. Raymond anymore. Please call me Deb."
I smiled and headed toward the shed, but not before casting one last glance at the yellow-clad goddess on the patio. I found the mower and pulled it out of the shed. It looked like it hadn't been used in years and took a few attempts before the engine started. As I began my yard work, Deb reclined her chair and put in some ear buds so the mower would not disturb her tanning session.
