It was a typical old Victorian neighborhood, about a two blocks from the downtown square. It would be easy to cut the grass since it didn’t get very thick under the shade of the old oak trees in the front yard, but it did sit rather imposingly on a rise and the very front of the yard fell away steeply toward the street. Nevertheless he was glad for the work. He would need the money next year when he went to college.
The house belonged to Ms. Varner. She was a schoolteacher. She taught the eighth grade at the same middle school he went to. She had come to town only recently and after he was already in high school. She was single. They said her husband died and left her a quite a large amount insurance money. She was a young widow at thirty-four. It was a small town and a small school so everyone pretty much knew about everyone else. That’s how he got the job to cut her lawn. He had been cutting the lawn for another teacher and she told Ms. Varner about him. He walked up the stairs to the front porch and knocked on the door. He could hear the clicking of heels coming down the stairs and across the hardwood floor. Then she opened the door.
“Hello. Russell is your name isn’t it?”
Ms. Varner looked as though she was dressing to go somewhere or perhaps she was undressing from returning home. She had on a light cotton robe tied at the waist, but her hair and makeup were done and he could see she wore hose and heels, shiny back pumps. He wondered if her feet ever hurt from wearing such shoes. He had never paid much attention to her. In fact he had never been this close to her before and her beauty struck him. Her red lipstick and pale skin were striking against her dark brown, almost black hair. She wore it shoulder length, turned under at the ends and she had bangs. He didn’t know any women who had bangs like hers, cut straight across. They drew you her eyes. He caught himself looking directly into them and being distracted by their depth. Her skin seemed paler than normal for a woman at this time of year in the South. Most females were tanned by this time. It contrasted markedly with her dark eyes and deep red lips.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” she smiled.
She gave him a once over looking him up and down. He was slim, broad shouldered and narrow through the hips. He had dark brown eyes and thick brown hair. His skin was tanned from the sun. She had noticed him before. She always noticed young boys like him. He had an athletic build, but lacked that pretentious macho quality you see so often in boys his age. He must be over eighteen she guessed. She knew he had just graduated. She had admired his butt, sneaking glimpses of him when he passed the schoolyard on his way home. She had heard the other teacher’s talk of him and other boys. They were like that, a bunch of dirty old ladies who got a kick out of talking about the senior boys, making off color remarks about their butts or perhaps a bulge in their jeans. Women were worse than men she thought, because they were so hypocritical about their carnality. At least men were pretty straight forward about it and freely acknowledged it to the opposite sex. Women, on the other hand, could not allow men to think them wanton, to allow them the pleasure of knowing that their little sugar pie really had the heart of a slut.
“Go ahead and cut the front yard first. I’ll unlock the gate to the rear and you can do the back yard after that. Let me know when you are finished and I will write you a check.”
He said okay and started his mower. It didn’t take long to finish the front. Once finished, he pushed his mower around to the back gate. He pushed the gate open and looked for something to prop it with and noticed Ms. Varner had a swimming pool in the back yard. Then he noticed Ms. Varner sitting on a lounge chair sunning her self and drinking what looked like ice tea from a straw in a very large glass. She wore a white two-piece swimsuit and Russell couldn’t help but to notice her figure, especially her breasts and her legs. She had on a broad brimmed straw hat and sunglasses to protect her face. He quickly looked away when her saw her turn her head towards him and started the lawn mower engine. He didn’t want to be caught staring. He thought she would go in as he began to mow the grass, but she didn’t. He could feel her staring at him behind her sunglasses. He was afraid to look back. There was something exciting about her, the way she stared at him, that he couldn’t explain. He felt afraid, kind of in a shy way. She seemed predatory. He was unaccustomed to having the opposite sex stare at him. The way she looked at him reminded him of a lioness sizing up her prey before she made her move. He was afraid he would get an erection. It seemed that everything made him get one lately. His girlfriend, Julie was little more than a tease, but she was the kind of girlfriend that his parents expected him to have. As such, he was still a virgin. He seemed to be in a state of perpetual sexual frustration. He wondered if Ms. Varner could sense it. The back yard lacked any shade and his nervousness and the heat caused him to sweat profusely.
As for Ms. Varner, she was indeed waiting for him. She liked watching him. She liked the way his shoulders stiffened, the way his butt flexed as his legs strained to push the mower. His t-shirt was wet with sweat and she could see the muscles in his chest back and arms. She knew full well the effect she was having on him. She wandered if indeed she could get an erection out of him, if she could get him hard enough to let her see what sort of equipment he had underneath his Levi’s. She wasn’t like other women. She had no qualms about her desires and no need to hide them. She took off her hat and sunglasses and jumped into the pool for a swim. She needed to cool off. She didn’t need to be too forward, not yet. She needed a sign, a sign that he would submit to her wiles.
As soon as Russell finished and killed the engine, Ms. Varner swam to the side of the pool and pulled her self up out of the water. The water had caused her swimsuit to become shear. She knew it would. Her nipples were now very erect and along with her pubic hair down below, were clearly visible through the white material as she walked up to Russell.
“You must be exhausted, look at how wet your shirt is. Let me get you something to drink. Would tea be fine?”
Russell couldn’t believe what he saw. Surely he thought, she doesn’t realize that he could see through the white material. Russell was still immature in the ways of women, but never the less he could feel his cock stir in his pants.
“Yes, yes, that would be great,” he stammered.
She turned and walked away. Russell watched her hips as she did. Her ass was glorious. The material of her swimsuit bottoms had ridden up the crack or her ass and he could see her firm round butt cheeks. She seemed either unaware or unashamed of her appearance. He found his dick getting harder. He pushed it down in his pants so that it pointed into his pants leg and not up against the zipper. He hoped that would make it less conspicuous. It did no good. Ms. Varner could see everything in the reflection in the sliding glass door. She just smiled as she walked in to get the glass of tea.
Russell pushed the mower up to the back gate and walked to the back sliding glass door. Ms. Varner met him on her way out.
“Here my boy. I’ll bet you are thirsty,” she said with a smile, handing him the glass.
Up close now, he could really see her, see her nipples under the white material. She was still dripping wet. She hadn’t taken the time to towel off. He knew she could see him staring at her. He couldn’t help it. He wondered if she minded, if it made her mad, he wondered all sorts of stuff hoping to take his mind off of the way she looked. Trying not to let his cock stiffen. It was useless though. Her presence was too much. He could feel it against his pants and he hoped she wouldn’t notice.
But she did notice. After all it was going the way she planned. She stepped up close to him as he lowered his glass, so close her breasts were just inches away from his chest. She looked directly into his eyes.
“Do I make you nervous Russ?” she asked in a soft voice. “ I see you seem to be ‘bothered’ about something,” she said glancing down at his crotch. “ I saw you staring at me. You were looking at my nipples through the material of my swimsuit weren’t you? I saw how you looked at me. Could you see my pussy through the material?”
“No ma’am, I mean… I saw, but I didn’t….”
“Don’t lie to me boy. I could see you checking me out as I walked into the house. You were weren’t you?” she said in a stern voice. “I could see you in the reflection on the glass doors.”
Russell knew he was caught.
“Yes, ma’am I did.”
Her voice softened now and she smiled using all of her southern charm. “That’s okay, you can’t help it. I know how nasty you young boys are. All your brains are in your cock. You will do anything that your cock tells you to.”
He had never heard a woman talk this way, especially not someone who looked like Ms. Varner. She looked like some soccer mom when she was at school, like the mother to any kid you ever saw in any neighborhood, all clean, well groomed with a bid smile full of beautiful teeth, but now he saw her differently. She was sexual and confident. She used language he had never heard a woman her age, much less a schoolteacher, use. It made him feel grown up like she accepted him as a man and not just some kid out of high school.
“I am sorry Ms. Varner.”
“My name is Grace, but for now you just call me Ms. Varner. It is okay; I understand the frustrations a young man like you must feel. But since you have seen so much of me, don’t you think turnabout is only fair. I see you seem to have a problem hiding your cock in your pants.”
