The first few weeks working for the Fitzgerald's went by smoothly. The work wasn't demanding and it kept me busy throughout the day. Mr. Fitzgerald became friendlier and we would share a beer when he got home from work. Mrs. Fitzgerald was still a mystery to me. I had not seen much of her those first few weeks. She would come home from work, make some food for herself or her husband if he was home, then retire upstairs for the evening. The woman was extremely anti social but I was still fixated on her.

One morning, I noticed something out of the ordinary. I was mowing the lawn on one of the hottest days of the summer and I stopped to wipe the sweat from my forehead using my shirt. I turned to see Mrs. Fitzgerald standing in the window, and our eyes met and she quickly shut the curtains and ran to another room. She seemed to be admiring my physique, and I could tell by how hard she was staring she liked what she saw. I didn't think much of it at the time, but it began to happen more frequently. Any time I was doing work around the house Mrs. Fitzgerald was silently watching me from afar. Every time I caught her sneeaking a peek at me, she would turn red in the face and pretend like she was cleaning or run to some other part of the house. It became a game of sorts, to see if I could catch her or not. I didn't understand why she was doing it, but I also didn't care. I found her attractive, and from what I could tell she also found me attractive. I decided it was time to have my first conversation with my employers wife.

I went over to the Fitzgeralds' house to collect my pay for the week when Mrs. Fitzgerald answered the door. The expression on her face gave away the fact she was surprised to see me. She wore a thin low cut shirt and I hadn't noticed before but Mrs. Fitzgerald had beautiful skin. She was definitely the hottest white women I had seen in all my years of living.

"Hi, I'm here to collect this weeks pay."

"Oh yes, come on in." I entered their house and followed Mrs. Fitzgerald into the kitchen. The way her hips swayed back and forth had me in a trance. "My husband isn't here at the moment, he's at work I believe. Hold on I'll be right back with your money."

When she re entered the kitchen Mrs. Fitzgerald was smiling to herself and seemed a bit nervous.

She also came back wearing her signature sweater. I guessed she didn't feel comfortable being in only a t shirt around someone who wasn't her husband. "Here you are, and thank you for all of the work you do around here. We truly appreciate it."

"Thank you and its my pleasure. Your husband is a very nice man and the work isn't too difficult."

"I'm glad to hear that." There was an awkard silence after she said that. She looked down at the ground and it seemed like she wanted to say something but remained quiet.

"Can I ask you something, Mrs. Fitzgerald?"

"Yes you may, is something wrong?"

"No, I've just noticed something." I moved closer to her. "You've been watching me while I work. Why is that?"

"I'm not sure." This time it was her that moved closer. "I'm really sorry if its creeped you out."

"It hasn't, Mrs. Fitzgerald. Far from it." At this point we had both moved closer to the other until we were closer than we should've been. She quickly looked down to see the bulge growing inside my shorts. She moaned quietly to herself.

"Call me Diana." She grabbed my hand and leaned forward when the sound of a door opening snapped us both back to reality.

We hastily moved apart and Diana went to greet her husband. They both entered the kitchen and Dan greeted me and reiterated what a good job I had been doing.

"I hope my wife has been a gracious host, Aj."

"She has sir. I was just leaving though. See you next week." As Dan walked me out I looked back and met Diana's gaze and she gave me a quick, quirky wave goodbye. I couldn't help but smile at that. I went home and again jerked off to the thought of Diana, and what would have happened if we weren't interrupted by Mr. Fitzgerald. I was kinda hoping she was touching herself to that same thought.

The next day I decided to go into town to a local coffee shop and do some writing. I didn't want to lose my touch so I would use my weekends to perfect my craft. I had just sat down with my coffee when I noticed my table was a little wet. As I stood up to get a few napkins I was greeted with the sight of Diana Fitzgerald standing in line.

Authors Note: Thank you for reading part two! I promise part 3 will deliver and then some :)