YOUNG MEN AND OLDER WOMEN
Do you remember Donnie Perkins and Melinda Williams from my previous collection of stories? Melinda was the lonely housewife who satisfied her longings with her young neighbor.
The relationship between Donnie and Melinda continued for the rest of that year and through the summer after Donnie graduated from high school. Unfortunately, Donnie went to college in another state, then his family moved away. He and Melinda haven't seen each other now for over two years.
Melinda's a widow now. Two years ago, her husband, Tom, suffered a massive heart-attack while he was away on a business trip, and didn't survive.
Ironically, in some respects, things haven't really changed since our last visit with Melinda Williams. She's still a passionate woman, she still has an unfulfilling sex life, and she still is having fantasies about Donnie Perkins. The only problem now is, Donnie isn't around to help her live out those fantasies.
But, suppose Donnie has been thinking about Melinda, and maybe he's planning to come back to Pleasant Street to see her now that he's graduated from college and has a job here in town? What would happen then?
"YOU'VE STILL GOT TO MOW WILLIAMS' LAWN!"
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Melinda Williams sat in her living room gazing out the picture window at the gorgeous sunset and felt tears forming in her eyes. She was lonely. Her husband, Tom, had been dead for two years and even though their marriage was headed for divorce at the time of his death, she found that she missed him. Having Tom around, even sporadically, was better than having no one around.
Melinda had tried dating but her attempts had all been unsatisfactory. The men she went out with were either interested in getting their hands on the substantial estate Tom had left her or they were self-centered assholes who figured that since she was a widow, she was an easy lay.
"When was the last time I had really satisfying sex?" Melinda mused. "I-I guess I-I really haven't in a long time, not since...since Donnie left to go to college."
Donnie Perkins was a young man who used to live across the street. He did chores around the house for Melinda then, one day five years ago he became her lover. Melinda lay alone in her bed and remembered that day. Donnie had come over to mow the lawn. Melinda, who'd been horny for days, decided to find out if the young man, who stared at her so avidly, would act on what he felt. After lunch, while Donnie was mowing, she put on her swimsuit and...
...walked toward the pool slowly, her heart pounding. She was extremely conscious of her young admirer's wide-eyed gaze. What Donnie didn't know was that she'd been fantasizing about him, too. Her husband, Tom, spent a lot of time away on business trips and their sex life had fallen off to almost nothing. Every time the good-looking young man came over and followed her every move with his adoring eyes, Melinda experienced a thrill.
"Maybe," she often thought, "Donnie could help me do something about my frustrations." Then, feeling guilty, she would force the thoughts from her mind. Until the next time the young man came over.
She bought the swimsuit - far more daring than any suit she'd ever owned before - for the express purpose of breaking through Donnie's reserve. She got it out every time he came over that summer, but always chickened out and didn't wear it. She was afraid. What if he didn't respond to her advances? Rejection by her husband was bad enough; rejection by Donnie would crush her.
Today was different. Screwing up her courage, Melinda put the suit on and went outside. "Too late to turn back now," she thought as she walked toward the pool, even though she felt herself trembling and her heart was pounding. What if Donnie didn't find her attractive? She felt like running back into the house and changing, but didn't.
At last, she reached the pool and laid down on a chaise lounge, surprised to discover she was filled with anticipation and growing excitement.
Donnie waved to Mrs. Williams. She waved back and he almost ran the lawnmower into a flowerbed again. He felt his penis begin to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. Moving closer and closer, he finished the lawn, keeping an eye on the lovely woman the whole time.
Melinda watched him, smiling. She giggled softly when she saw how disconcerted he was. Her suit was having the desired effect. Perhaps she had been right to buy it. Maybe something would happen. She was surprised how warm she felt. Lying in the sun usually didn't warm her this much.
Donnie finished mowing, put the mower away, washed his hands, and walked back to the pool. He was having trouble breathing, and he had problems walking, too. He shouldn't have worn such a tight pair of jeans. When he got to the pool, he sat in one of the lawn chairs next to where Mrs. Williams lay and continued to gaze at her.
"All done with the mowing?" Melinda asked.
"Yeah," Donnie replied. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The top of her suit barely covered her full breasts - which he'd fondled so often in his dreams - and the tiny bottom showed him reality was far more exciting than fantasy. Her beautifully tanned skin gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.
"Do you like my new suit?" Melinda asked softly.
"Um, ah, yeah! I-I sure do!" Donnie replied. His voice sounded funny to him. He should be coming on like a suave dude and he sounded like Alvin the Chipmunk. Swell!
"This is the first time I've worn it," Melinda told him.
Donnie sat and stared at her. His penis hurt from the way his pants cut across it and he was sweating. He grabbed the arms of the chair to keep her from seeing that his hands were shaking.
"Donnie, would you do me a favor?" she asked.
"I'd kill for you. I'd move mountains, I'd swim the English Channel!" Donnie thought. "Um...ah...sure," he stammered.
"I can't reach my back to put on suntan lotion," Melinda said. "Could you do it for me?"
"She wants me to touch her!" Donnie thought. His rigid cock jumped in his pants. Hands shaking, he picked up the tanning lotion, fumbled with the cap, finally got it open, and squeezed some lotion onto his hands. Rubbing it between his hands to warm it, he moved toward the alluring woman.
Melinda watched - fascinated and excited - while Donnie blundered with the lotion. "He's more nervous than I am!" she realized with pleasure. She rolled on her belly, waiting. She almost jumped out of her skin when his hand made contact with her back and he began to gently massage the oily fluid into her skin. Every place Donnie touched her tingled. She began to quiver with passion.
Donnie felt Mrs. Williams trembling and pulled his hand away quickly. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
