Tommy has been mowing my lawn since he was twelve or thirteen. My late husband liked not having to do it, and that alone made it worth paying him to do it. He was pretty good at it and he had a regular little summer business going with several of our neighbors so as time went on he started doing more, doing edging and weeding and even got his own lawn mower instead of using ours.
And of course he grew up. He wasn't just a handsome young man, he was beautiful. He had quite the physique and I noticed it; he often worked shirtless and as my husband became sicker my notice of his sweat slick and muscular young body became more acute.
Taking care of my husband was quite taxing, and his passing last winter destroyed me. For a long time I was a recluse, crying over everything and anything. I had a grief counselor who helped me some; and the advice of some friends. One in particular who advised me to get someone into my life. And she was right; my most personal and intimate needs had been suppressed for more than three years. "You need to get laid Pam," was how she put it.
Crude, but true. Unfortunately I wasn't a young woman anymore and I hadn't dated in a very long time. I tried meeting people but it was complicated and frustrating. Sure I could have let any number of men jump my bones but there just wasn't the connection I was looking for. I thought that maybe I should go to the other side and try women but that was even more complicated and downright confusing. Women my age who are gay can be scary!
And then one spring day Tommy knocked on my door. All grown up and just in time to save the day! Naturally I did everything as wrong as I could have, but none of that mattered.
I was always blessed with a slender figure, and although time has done its damndest I still look good for the most part. A few wrinkles and things aren't as tight as they once were. But I'm still an attractive woman with dark hair and big brown eyes.
I was being lazy that morning; I was just wearing panties and a long gown while I dawdled over my coffee. I should have told Tommy through a closed door to just go ahead as usual and gotten dressed. But memories of last summer's heat and my lewd staring at his broad shoulders and chiseled abs made me stupidly horny!
Knowing full well that my thin gown was not hiding my breasts so much as showing them off I swung the door open.
"Good morning Tommy!" I have to give him credit. He only stared for a moment before composing himself.
"Good morning Mrs Price! I'm sorry for your loss." His eyes flicked to my satin covered breasts and back to my eyes. He's noticed me!
"Thank you Tommy, that's sweet of you. But I don't suppose I'm Mrs Price anymore. Why don't you call me Pam?" He swept his eyes over my barely covered body again, and I felt that old warmth down deep in my tummy.
"Yes Mrs...Yes Pam. Well I was just here to take care of the yard for you. I'm trying to get some extra money saved up before I go to college." He was wearing jeans and a t- shirt that was tight across his shoulders and chest.
"Oh yes, of course Tommy. College? Wow already!" I didn't mention him as a little boy. I didn't want to think of him that way.
"Yes ma'am, this will probably be the last summer cutting lawns for you." I tried to look seductive, batting my eyes and smiling.
"That's a shame, Tommy. I'll miss you."
Obviously he didn't do anything, not right then. He went out and started cutting. It wasn't summer hot yet so he didn't have to but still he pulled off his shirt for me.
I looked myself over in the door mirror before I got dressed. Yes, my boobs were very much showing, the sheer purple fabric very much molded to them like paint, my nipples stiffly poking up. My tummy too, not tight and flat any more. Worst of all I saw my feet poking out from under. God my toenails needed some attention!
I put on some sexy panties and a pair of cutoffs that weren't as tight as they used to be and a tight white peppermint striped sleeveless top and hid my toes inside some old sneakers. Now I wasn't so lewdly showing everything but now I looked...skinny! Well, nothing ventured...
In the backyard we have a corner that once was a flower bed, now gone to weeds. It seemed a good excuse to get Tommy back sooner than a couple of weeks. With no bra my boobs bounced and moved freely under that shirt and my nipples still stiffly showed.
"I was just about to start back," he said as I met him outside. He's a man, even if he's a nice boy. He was checking out my boobs and my legs. Good! My dirty mind was thinking about him starting in the back but the yard wasn't in it!
"I was thinking of a way to give you some extra cash, if you're interested." I led him to that weedy corner. "I wanted to turn this back into a flowerbed. It needs to be weeded out, tilled up fresh topsoil, all of it." I stood close so I could smell him. His sweat wasn't funky yet, and full of manly musky goodness! Oh Pammy you wicked woman!
"Yeah, I can do that. My folks have a tiller and uh...yeah." The way he was looking at me didn't say "flowers", and I liked that.
"I have to run by the ATM and get you some money. Would you like me to get you some lunch?" Please say yes! I screamed in my head.
"Uh, yeah, a burger or something would be great!" He wasn't thinking about a burger, not with that look on his face! I don't suppose my skinny buns had his attention as much as my tits did, but a girl has to start somewhere!
I got out money, more than enough to pay him his usual fee and a tip. And since there was a place next to the bank that served a famously popular chicken sandwich I got some of their sandwiches, fries and two gigantic sweet teas. I wondered if the kid looking down at me from the drive thru window could see into the top of my shirt. I had sex on the brain!
As I expected he ate two sandwiches and most of his fries before I'd eaten mine. Well, teenagers do have a reputation for being insatiable eating machines! He was still sweaty and I considered inviting him in for a shower...and not a cold one! He wanted to finish the yard though, and I didn't want to scare him off being a sex-crazed cougar.
When he was done I was of course waiting for him, having watched from the back porch where we'd eaten. I pulled the bills from my back pocket.
"A masterful job as always Tommy." He took the folded bills and looked funny.
"This is too much," he said. An honest man and sexy too!
"Cost of living increase. Don't worry about it; you've earned it. Now...when do you want to get started on the flower bed?" He was looking at my tits when he took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.
"I can start tomorrow. It's pretty overgrown. Might take all day to do it right" I nodded.
"Oh at least. I can help some.." He looked me over in my tight shirt and loose shorts.
"That might be fun!" I smiled, absolutely beaming inside. Good boy!
I was horny as a teenager on Prom Night! I was certain that I had Tommy by his young hormones! He certainly had me by my older ones! I kept imagining him, taking me in his strong arms and vigorously having his way with me! I had the last sandwich for dinner; red wine with a chicken sandwich but that's not nearly as inappropriate as what I imagined doing with his sturdy young cock!
I stripped for a bubble bath, and looked at myself in the door mirror. I'm still good looking if you didn't look too hard! I soaked in the watermelon scented bubbles until the water went tepid, then shaved everything from ankles to belly button and showered off. I felt so sexy and youthful! Then I spent a bit of time clipping and smoothing my toenails. As I sat naked applying pink pearl nail polish to them I imagined that Tommy was watching, looking at my bare body. He kept looking at my tits this afternoon, and my legs. I'd have to find shorts that didn't look like I borrowed them.
And I did something I almost never did; I got in bed naked. I hadn't masturbated since my husband was there, sleeping under heavy medication. I didn't imagine him in healthier times; I fantasized a barely legal young stud. A stud whose mother I knew, had had coffee with. Poor woman; Tommy's dad was not a young stud anymore. But he's still around; surely they still have sex, as difficult to imagine as that might be!
I got up, tied my sandy hair into a ponytail and selected something to catch Tommy's attention. A black sports tank and spandex running shorts. Now my ass looked like an ass. I hadn't run in months but fortunately spandex stays tight. Footy socks and my trainers I looked at least ten years younger, if I do say....
He came dressed in work boots and jeans that seemed tight around his legs and tight butt, and a tank top stretched over his muscular toso. Surely he was trying to catch my attention! He came equipped to work though, with an array of shovels and rakes and an axe.
I might be twice his age but he definitely looked me over!
"I see you're ready, Tommy." For the first time he didn't stumble over calling me Pam. His smile was not a little boy's grin but was still full of mischief.
"I'm ready, Pam!" He attacked the brush, chopping the tall stuff with the axe, and I was glued to the play of his muscles under that shirt. I did a lot of bending over to pick up cut brush to drag it out of the way and I'm sure he was looking at my spandex covered ass. Very quickly we both were sweating. He smelled...incredible!
He looked at me, my tight fitting tank with a dark line of sweat between my boobs.
"Pam, you should go cool off." He was very nice about it but very authoritarian. I went hot and wet all over again, but I went up onto the porch in the shade. I did leave briefly, to go by the ATM again. But I rushed back home with the bills tucked between my sweaty boobs, and ordered pizza for lunch. He actually got a lot done without me distracting him, but I distracted him while we ate.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" He nodded, "A couple of them. They don't look as good as you Pam." Oh so he was taking the hint.
"You're sweet Tommy. Do you uh...ever..." He interrupted me.
"I'd love to, Pam. But not just now. I want to finish weeding your flower bed. And take a shower." Oh god I thought I'd just peed myself! I so needed him in my "flower bed"! He took off his shirt and I couldn't believe how beautiful he looked.
He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "Let me finish this now." Oh god! He came back up onto the porch a little while late, covered in sweat. The bed wasbare and a big pile of debris waited to be hauled away. And admittedly he was smelling a bit. I still wanted to hold him, but we did need to be at least a little discreet.
