Excitement turned into terror! Here was a beautiful, experienced 42 year old woman about to strip naked in front of him, and he was a virgin, the closest to sex had been some groping on a date in his car. Would she like the size of his cock? Could he satisfy her? Since an amazing woman like her had surely been fucked by several men, could a young teenage virgin measure up to them?
Mrs. Greyson saw the look of panic in his eyes, and realized that this may all be happening too fast for him. Readjusting her leotard to cover her breasts, she walked to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Would this have been your first time with a woman?" she asked. He was embarrassed, and could only look down and nod. She smiled and, taking him into her arms, told him that if it was something that he wanted, they could work into it slowly. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as she again hugged him, telling him to be back in the morning to mow the lawn, and that things would work out with time. Driving home, he realized what an amazing woman she was, not just jumping into bed to satisfy the lust built inside her, but wanting to make sex, for the first time, a wonderful experience for him.
The next day was going to be another scorcher. Hot, humid, and a high of 95 degrees forecast. He got to work trimming until the grass was dry enough from the overnight dew to mow. At about 9, Mrs. Greyson waved to him from the house, fully dressed in a polo shirt, and a pair of white shorts. He returned the wave, and climbed on the mower to get started. It took about three hours to finish the yard, it being about three acres and mowing around all the trees and bushes. Putting the mower into the barn, he was glad to get out of the sun.
He knocked at the back door to tell her that he was done for the day, but she insisted that he come in for some lemonade. Sitting there sipping on the cool drink, she said that she couldn't help but notice that his clothes were sticking to him from all the perspiration, asking him if he'd like to shower, and she could wash his wet clothes. He agreed, since he didn't want to climb in his car all sweaty for the ride home.
Showing him where the towels and the bathroom were, she left him to get out of his clothes. The bathroom was off the master bedroom, and had a large shower, the kind with multiple shower heads and stereo speakers. Wow! He stripped his damp clothes off, and while adjusting the temperature of the shower, there was a tap on the door. She wanted to know if everything was all right, and would take his clothes if he was ready. He handed them through the crack in the door, thanking her and saying that everything was fine.