The Lawn Boy - An Introduction
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The Lawn Boy - An Introduction
Mid-July, Friday, late morning. The sky was a clear blue that only Texas skies can be and without a cloud. No breezes stirred the air and the sun was nearing its high point of the day. It was a hot day. It was a very hot day. It was too hot a day for mowing a lawn, but that was what I was doing. My clothes were soaked with sweat. In May I had the idea that mowing lawns and doing yard work would be a good way of earning some extra money for when I went off to college in September. (I had a football scholarship at the state university.) But now, in July, I was beginning to rethink that idea.
I finished the mowing and the edging, cleaned up the cuttings, and put my equipment in my pick-up truck. When I went to the back door to get my pay, the lady of the house, the doctor’s wife, held the door open for me and invited me in. She closed the door and pointed to a chair. I was happy to sit down in the coolness of her kitchen. She was a woman in her mid-forties, I guessed, with short dark hair and an attractive face. Her figure was nicely rounded and her clothes, tight fitting button front blouse and snug shorts, made a good show of her big tits and nicely rounded ass.
“You look like you could use this,” she said, smiling as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
I drank half of it down in one gulp, caught my breath and finished the rest. As I tipped the glass up to get the last of it, the ice cubes felt good on my nose and upper lip. When she held out the pitcher offering a refill, I waved her off, breathing deep to get my breath again.
“You look like you could use a shower too,” she said. I nodded and she led me out of the kitchen, down a hall and into the bathroom.
“Give me your clothes and I’ll put them in the washer,” I must have looked a little funny at her because she added “It’s all right. There’s no one here but me. The doctor does surgery on Friday and usually gets home late. After he finishes his surgery at the hospital, he usually goes back to his office and screws his nurse. At least that’s what he did when I was his nurse.” I took off my tee shirt, cut-off jeans, under shorts, and my low top sneakers and handed them to her.
“There is shampoo in the shower if you want to wash your hair,” she said over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. I got into the shower stall and, after enjoying the first blast of cool water, I gave myself a complete scrub down, hair and all. When I was finished, I stepped out of the shower and stood on the small carpet. As I was drying myself, she pushed the door open and walked in. On impulse, I held the towel in front of me.
“Turn around,” she said with a short hand gesture. I turned and she took another towel from the rack and began drying my back, starting with the shoulders.
“You have a nice build,” she said. I raised my arms to dry my hair and my shoulder muscles flexed.
“From all the weight lifting. Coach says if you’re going to play football, you’re going to lift weights.”
“Smart coach,” she said.
Her toweling moved down my back, to my waist and hips, and finally to my ass. She seemed to enjoy rubbing my ass cheeks. When she was done, she dropped her towel and said “Turn.” I turned around to face her. She took the towel from my hands and dropped it too. We both looked down at my semihard cock.
“Well,” she said. “What have we here?” She looked up with a small, wicked smile playing on her lips as she took my cock in hand and gently stroked it a few times. She quickly had a full blown hard-on in her hand. Without a word, she kneeled on the carpet in front of me, rolled back my foreskin, and ran her tongue around my red cockhead. Taking my cock into her mouth, she began moving her head back and forth in slow short strokes. This began the best blow-job I had ever had. Truth to tell, up to that time I hadn’t had all that many blow-jobs, but her mouth on my cock felt so wonderful that I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. Her stroking motions got longer and faster as she took more and more of my rock hard cock into her mouth. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load. It happened fast and without warning. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, instead of pulling away, she held my deflating cock in her mouth. When I finished cumming she let it slide slowly out. With my load of cream in her mouth, she gave the end of my dick a little lick and a quick kiss before she stood up. She moved to the sink and rinsed out her mouth and then turned back to me.
“I like the taste of cum,” she said, “but you may not.” She stood in front of me now, so close I could feel her big soft tits pressing against my chest. I was about six inched taller than her. She reached up and put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling my head down as she lifted her face to mine. Our mouths met in a long, wet kiss. She let me know with her tongue that there was more to come than just a kiss.
When the kiss ended it, she stepped back toward the bathroom door. “Go into the bedroom,” she said softly, pointing to the right as she entered the hall. She turned left and said “I’ll be back in a minute. I have to put your clothes in the dryer,”
The bedroom was large. A king size bed was the biggest piece of furniture in the room. There was also a big dresser with a mirror, a vanity, and a couple of chairs.
“Lie down,” she said when she entered the bedroom. As she began taking off her clothes, I stretched out in the middle of the bed and turned on my side to watch her undress. The blouse came off first, showing me the white bra that held her D cup tits. She peeled down her shorts and panties at the same time, stepping gracefully out of them. Her cunt hair was dark and thick. To show her best feature last, she reached behind her back, released the bra hooks, and shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders. Her hands went to her bra cups. She pulled them away slowly and tossed the bra onto the nearby chair. Her tits sagged of course but not as much a s I expected. Her areolas were large and dark brown with nipples poking invitingly out from the centers. She squeezed her big tits together and gently pinched her nipples.
Without a word, she climbed onto the bed on hands and knees, touching my hip lightly to get me to roll onto my back. She straddled me and put her pendant boobs in my face. I gave them a good firm squeeze and buried my face in her cleavage. Then I kissed and sucked each nipple in turn. While I was at this, she reached down between her legs for my cock and began stroking it. Almost at once my hard-on was back, as strong as ever. She laid it on my stomach and moved around, adjusting her position so that her open cunt was pressing down on my boner. Slowly she moved her hips back and forth, massaging my throbbing dick with her juicy yawning slot. Sliding her hand between our bodies, she lifted my cock and guided my cockhead up and between her wet cunt lips. Lifting her hips a little to get into the right position, she gave my cock a push and it slipped in easily. My hard-on took a long easy slide into her slick damp vagina as she lowered her body onto mine, using the weight of her body to drive my shaft into her. I groaned softly and she let out a big sigh of delight. She leaned forward, supporting her upper body with her straightened arms as she pumped her hips up and down. As my throbbing cock slid easily in and out of her juicy love tunnel, I could feel her tightening her cunt muscles around it. Her movements quickened and then suddenly stopped as she pushed her hips down on my cock, forcing the whole length of it into her cunt. I soon felt her hips make a series of fast jerking motions that told me she was cumming. When the jerking stopped, she relaxed and eased her body down onto mine and gave out a soft sigh in my ear.
“That was nice,” she said as she rolled off me and onto her side next to me. “It’s good to relieve the tension first. Now we can have some fun with the real action.” She gripped my cock. “You didn’t come, did you?”
“No, not yet.” My breathing was heavy and my voice was slightly hoarse.
“Good. Now it’s your turn on top.” She rolled over onto her back and I got into position on my hands and knees over her. She took my cock in hand and gave it a few quick strokes before she directed it into her wet cunt hole. She lifted and spread her thighs to give me better access. I lowered my body down onto her and started fucking her at a fairly rapid pace.
“Easy,” she said. “Take it easy. We have lots of time. I want to make this one last.”
I slowed my stroking pace and began concentrating on giving her as many long stokes of my cock as I could. Quite a lot, it turned out. She took every inch of my throbbing boner with ease and I could feel my balls hitting her ass on the instroke.
“That’s good,” she said in a soft whisper. “Nice long strokes. A little faster please.”
I adjusted my position, moving my body up and wrapping my arms around her thighs. Quickening the rhythm of my fucking pace, I could feel her pressing her heels against the small of my back. She took my pounding easily and soon I knew she was cumming again when I felt those jerking motions of her hips. Her whole body grew tense and she gave out a few short cries of pleasure as she came. I kept up my stroking pace while all this was going on, even pumping her harder because I felt I was about to shoot off. I thought I might last a little bit longer but my cock decided it was my time. I pounded away and shot my cream into the depths of her love hole. She moaned at the feel of it. After I gave out my last squirt, we both relaxed. I unwound my arms from around her thighs and she let her legs fall spread out on the bed. I lowered my body slowly down on hers and then rolled off onto my side next to her.
She sat up on the edge of the bed facing away from me and reached into the nightstand drawer for a box of tissues. Standing up, she pulled out a couple of tissues and handed them to me. She then took some for herself and wiped the juice from her cunt. “I’ll be right back. Your clothes should be dry by now.” While she was gone, I got to my feet and wiped my wilted dick. She came back and piled my clothes on the bed. We both dressed quickly and when we were finished, she gave me a hug. “Now,” she said, “next Friday I want you to come by and help me plant some flowers in that flowerbed by the side of the house. There is also some mulching that needs to be done. I think ten o’clock would be a good time to start. We can get it finished before it gets too hot.”
She led me into the kitchen and paused as she opened the back door. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Her purse was on the counter. She opened it and got out a ten and handed it to me. “So. Next Friday. You won’t forget?”
“No, I wouldn’t forget,” I said. “I’ll be here.”