Scott Barrett envisaged his summer break would be non-stop partying and lying in bed all day. Scott was due to start at university in September but that seemed a long way off, as it was currently June.
Scott was twenty years old, just over six feet tall and was also skinny. Scott referred to himself as lean as he hated the skinny tag. Scott was not an unattractive young man with dark hair and blue eyes. Despite his looks Scott was sexually inexperienced having only had one previous sexual partner. Not wanting to appear naive in front of his friends he joined in their banter and talk of sexual conquests.
Scott thought the summer might provide a chance for sexual high jinx, which it was but not how Scott would have suspected.
Scott's mother had arranged for him to work over at an acquetance of hers in the coming weeks. Sandra Butler was married but her husband worked long hours and had no interest or time to manage his garden. Sandra owned a detached house set in a large garden. The work would keep Scott busy for some weeks. Scott was aggrieved but the promise of financial reward soothed his initial annoyance.
On arrival at Sandra's house on the first morning Scott was greeted with a cheery good morning from Mister Butler as he was just leaving to go to work. Sandra invited Scott into the house and offered him breakfast but he politely refused. She explained what she wanted him to start with and opened the shed allowing him access to the tools.
Scott started with the mowing and soon removed his T-shirt due to the hard work, which was new to him and the warmth of the day. Sandra took various opportunities to ogle the half-naked young man at work in her garden. She liked what she saw.
Sandra was a forty-one year old woman. Her and her husband had no children or immediate family. Sandra's dark hair was cut in a bob style. She liked to keep fit and she was happy with her size twelve figure. Her smooth ebony skin was almost unblemished.
Scott completed his task of mowing and went to tell Sandra he was leaving for the day. He knocked on the open patio door and called her name. On getting no response he entered the sitting room and again called her name. He heard a door open and Sandra came into view, wearing only a skimpy white thong. Quite unashamedly she asked if he had finished. Scott thought he should gentlemanly avert his gaze but he stared at Sandra's large breasts as she walked towards him. He regained his composure as the near naked woman moved by his side. Scott mumbled about coming back tomorrow and quickly left the house.
In bed that night Scott's thought of nothing but Sandra's attractive and fit body. He had seen almost everything but she didn't seem to mind. He felt embarrassed at so openly ogling her body but felt aroused when he recounted the image of her.
The following day Scott returned to Sandra's just as her husband was leaving for work. They exchanged greetings and Sandra then met Scott. She offered him breakfast but he politely refused. Sandra explained what she wanted Scott to do that day. Scott left to start work in the garden. Nothing had been mentioned about the previous day and Scott began to wonder if it had been some sort of dream.
Scott finished his chores and went to tell Sandra he was leaving, secretly hoping he may catch her undressed. He was about to knock on the patio door when he saw her in the living room; fully dressed. She invited him and Scott entered the room.
"I have a cold drink for you," she said holding up a can. She held the can making Scott walk over to her and collect it. He took the can, stepped back and opened it. He thirstily drank down most of the contents of the can. Sandra moved in front of him.
"You must be hot," she said. She stood in front of Scott and started to unbutton his shirt. Scott put the can down on the table beside him. Scott could clearly see the pink material of Sandra's bra as her blouse was low cut. Sandra fully unbuttoned Scott's shirt and pulled it off him. Scott could smell the fragrant perfume as Sandra moved in front of him. She slid her hands over his smooth chest. Scott felt his heart beating faster and faster. She he stop her? He did not want to stop her. Sandra guided her hands to Scott's jeans. She unfastened the button and slid down the zip. She knelt down and slowly eased Scott's jeans down around his ankles. Scott's erect cock strained against the material of his white underwear. A damp patch of fresh pre-cum stained the front of his briefs. Sandra slid her fingers up Scott's thighs before guiding them under the material. She quickly pulled down his underwear. Scott gasped and gulped in one motion as his cock was exposed.
Scott had very little body hair and even his pubic hair was sparse. His throbbing cock stuck straight up and must have been about eight inches long and had a reasonably thick girth. Watery pre-cum oozed from his penis tip. Sandra complimented Scott on the size of his cock as she looked admiringly at the view.
Sandra stood up and took Scott's cock in her hand. It felt hot and she could feel it throbbing as she pushed his foreskin back as far as possible. Scott began shaking and his body seemed to jerk uncontrollably. Sandra looked down as Scott spurted a thick jet of cum over her fingers and hand. She held his stiff cock as he continued to ejaculate hot, white spunk, which flowed over Sandra's fingers and dripped onto the carpet. Scott's body continually jerked as his pent up sexual energy came to the fore and he ejaculated several more jets of cum. Scott's torrent of cum eventually subsided and droplets of cum dripped from his still erect cock. Scott regained some composure – he quickly pulled on his underwear and jeans. He grabbed his shirt and made his way out of the room. He heard Sandra call after him as he left the house but he did not hear her words.
Scott didn't sleep well that night as he continually replayed the afternoon's event.
Scott arrived at Sandra's house the following morning feeling varied emotions – fear, trepidation and excitement. He exchanged pleasantries with Mister Butler as they passed on the driveway. Scott was filled with an irrational fear that Mister Butler would know what happened just by looking at him.