Mrs J Ch 01 Hard Work

My name is Joe. You can read more about me in the story, Chele Takes a Cumbath. I'd recommend reading that first, but to quickly explain, I'm a middle aged guy now, but back in the 90s, I had my first sexual experiences. I'm average in most ways, including the size of my equipment, but I cum hard and cum a lot.

My first year at college went well. Classes weren't too tough, and I'd had plenty of time to hook up with several girls. As I'd expected, most of them couldn't handle my load and didn't come back for more. But this story isn't about them, it's about my first older woman, Mrs. Johnson. I learned months later that her given name was Roberta. By that time, we'd done practically everything two consenting adults can do with each other, but I still called her Mrs. Johnson. I never, ever, called her Roberta. Not then, not to this day.

Mrs. Johnson lived a few houses down the street from where I grew up. The exterior of her house was impeccably maintained, but she wasn't the type to do yard work or manual labor. She hired professional workmen or neighborhood boys, including me when I was younger. She paid well but demanded perfection. She wasn't a bitch about it. In fact, quite the opposite. She was cheerful and pleasant. She flirted with the older guys all the time. She just had a way about her that you just knew she expected you to do things her way. Like calling her Mrs. Johnson.

Mrs. Johnson was tall and curvy. Big tits, generous hips and a nice, round ass. She always wore tailored clothes, tight but never slutty. Pantyhose or stockings, respectable heels. Stylish, short jet-black hair. Porcelain white skin. Full, ruby red lips. Hair always done. Make up always dramatic but tasteful. I didn't see her that much of her when I was growing up, but I never saw her look the least bit sloppy. She had a certain glamour about her. And like her house, Mrs. Johnson was well maintained.

Technically, you couldn't call her a MILF because she wasn't a mother. At least not as far as I knew. But she was definitely someone I wanted to fuck. I'd jerked off thinking about her dozens of times, but I never thought it would happen until I'd been home for a few days after my first year at college.

I was walking on the sidewalk back to my house, cooling down after a hard run when she pulled up alongside me in a brand new, cherry red Corvette.

She looked me over, tipping her big designer sunglasses down for emphasis, and said "Mmmm hmmm. College certainly looks good on you, Joe. When did you get home?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Got home a couple days ago. Nice car. Looks good on you." I replied, stepping closer and looking down at her through the open T-top roof. Suit jacket open, silky blouse underneath, couple of buttons undone. Ample cleavage visible and was that the center clasp of a black lace bra I saw? Modest suit skirt riding up on the car seat, revealing a pair of thighs encased in nylon. I'd swear a saw the edge of a darker ring peeking out. Could she be wearing stockings? I thought to myself. My cock immediately perked up, which wouldn't have been a problem except I was in tight running shorts and my crotch was right at her eye level seated in the low-slung car. I tried to discreetly adjust myself, so my bulge wasn't quite so obvious. She removed her sunglasses and smiled, staring right at my dick.

"You know", she said, pausing mid-sentence to slide one of the arms of her sunglasses into her mouth and twirl it around, 'I have some things that need tending to... in my garden... It's... very hard... work, but from what I can already see from here... you may be up to it."

I was now fully erect and there was no hiding it. My mouth went completely dry. My mind went totally blank. I could feel my face turning beet red. She just smiled, running the arm of her sunglasses back and forth across her lower lip, and waited for me to respond.

After what seemed like a minute, I stammered, "Umm, yeah, that sounds ok..." my words trailing off as I watched her legs spread, the stocking tops I thought I'd seen earlier now coming completely into view. Expensive lace and then the milky white skin of her upper thighs clearly visible.

She waited a moment, letting me drink in the view, then closed her legs.

"Come by tomorrow morning. Not too early, let's say 10ish. Now go on home, eat a big dinner, drink plenty of water and save your strength, you're going to need it'. she said with a giggle and sped off down the street.

I just stood there staring as she turned her red corvette into her driveway, paused to wave to me through the T-top and pulled into the garage and shut the door behind her.

I walked into my house and immediately started hydrating.

I took a cold shower to calm my rod down.

My cock was back at attention when I thought about what might happen tomorrow before getting into bed. She said 'Save your strength' I reminded myself. It took all my willpower to keep my hands out of my pants and get some relief. I went to sleep hard and woke up even harder. I had to piss in the shower, the powerful stream blasting back off the wall and all over me. I put on a little cologne, silk boxers that I reserved for 'special' occasions, a collared shirt, pressed slacks and loafers. I assumed Mrs. J would appreciate it.

My erection fortunately subsided as I dressed and I went down to breakfast. My mother and older sister immediately noticed my clothes, they looked at each other with raised eyebrows. I told them I had a 'day date' and hoped they didn't ask more about it.

Promptly at 10 o'clock, I headed down the street and strode right up to Mrs. Johnson's front door. My boner was on the rise again as I knocked on the door. She answered the door almost immediately. I don't know what I should have expected but I was surprised to see her wearing a business suit and she appeared to be headed out the door.

"Here at 10 sharp. That's good." she said, nodding. "But what are you wearing? You certainly don't look ready for a day of yardwork. I did say work in the garden yesterday, didn't I?" with a touch of disdain in her voice. My face fell and my erection faded.

Had I completely misread her yesterday? Had I imagined her double entendres? Tending to her garden? Hard work? Was that glimpse of her stocking tops a hallucination? Was her sucking the arm of her sunglasses just innocent habit? I had just finished a hard run; I was feeling lightheaded when she'd appeared before me like a vision.

"Ummmm... Oh... Sorry... I forgot about that..." I trailed off, trying to not sound like a total idiot.

"I see... and..." she said flatly, waiting for more from me.

"I'll just run home and change and be right back. It'll just take a minute." I quickly offered, trying to salvage the situation.

She quickly responded, her mood not appearing to improve "Yes, yes. That'll do but be quick about it. I need to leave immediately. Let yourself in through the side yard. Quietly. I've left the gate unlocked. The garden needs weeding and all of shrubs need to be cut back. The tools are in the shed. I've left instructions. I'll be back this later afternoon." Her disapproval was clear and it stung.

"Yes ma'am" I said like a soldier speaking to his commanding officer, seeking to regain her approval. "I'll be right back and get started. I'll have everything done before you're back!"

Her stern expression softened to a small smile as I spoke.

"Good boy. Do a good job and I'm sure I can find things for you to do that are more suited to a young man with your... "she paused for effect, her gaze locking on my bulge, "talents". She then looked straight up at me, licked her lips, winked. and shut the door.

I turned and ran straight home, ran up the stairs, changed into a pair of shorts, a tank top and work boots as fast as I could. My cock was back to half-mast. Mrs. J was just driving past my house as I dashed out the door. She slowed to a stop and looked me over. "Better." she said with a scowl, "Now get to work." and without waiting for an answer, took off again, tires chirping as she popped the clutch and sped down the street. I'd swear I heard her laughing. My cock dropped again.

I walked back to her house, let myself in through the side gate and went to the shed. As expected, there were tools set out on the bench and a handwritten note:

Joe, dear -

First, please trim my bush, the one around my garden. I do try to trim it regularly myself, but I find having it done by someone else is much better. I prefer it tidy, with crisp edges so it doesn't get in the way, but still full enough that it's lush and fragrant, don't you agree?

Then, my garden needs a thorough plowing. I tend to my garden myself often, but it really requires a strong, young man with big powerful tools to do the job right. It's been far too long so don't hold back. It'll be hard work, but it be worth it.

When you're satisfied, deposit plenty of seeds deep in the furrows. Be sure to soak everything, really hose it down well.

Don't forget to keep yourself hydrated.

-- Mrs. J

I reread the note a couple times. My cock was hard as rock once again. Then I thought about it a little more. Was she just fucking around with me now? Was I reading something into her note that wasn't there like I did yesterday? Was she giving me instructions about the yard, or her pussy? She'd had my cock up and down a dozen times in the past 24 hours without even touching it. I was completely aroused by her and ragingly angry at her at the same time. I thought about saying fuck it and leaving but horny overcame angry. I grabbed the tools and set out for the garden.

Whatever her intentions really were, her mind games had the intended effect. I busted my ass in her yard for about 6 hours. I did as her note requested, trimming, plowing, planting, watering, but I was thinking about mercilessly pounding her pussy and painting her face with my cum the entire time.

After a couple hours of steady work, I took a quick break to get some water. I sat down by the pool and noticed a towel left out on a lounge chair. I picked it up, intending to use it to wipe the sweat and dirt from my face when I discovered some interesting items beneath. First, a very sexy bra, white lace, see-through, with partial cups. Not something you'd wear for support; this was something you put on just to take off. Later in life I learned the term fuckwear. My cock was quickly rising as I inspected the garment tag. 36 G. No surprise there. Under the bra, the matching thong panties, still damp. My cock was now fully at attention. And then, the best of all, a dildo. Black rubber, realistic details, a little bit bigger than my cock, not huge. I almost shot my load right there in my pants. Given her attention to detail and fussiness about the yard (and pretty much everything), I knew she'd left it for me to find. I imagined seeing her wearing the lingerie and using the dildo in all of her holes. I gave the panties a good sniff and then put it all back pretty much as I'd found it.

It was late afternoon when I finally finished the garden work. I'd had an erection off and on most of the day, thanks to the little 'gifts' she left for me to find, but even it had finally given up. I was exhausted. My shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to my chest when I sat down by the pool and noticed her watching me from an upstairs window. I wondered how long she'd been up there. I had no idea when she'd returned. I was so focused on the job in front of me, it could have been hours.

When she saw me looking up at her, she gave me a little wave, no pretense of pretending she wasn't watching me. She stepped away from the window and stepped out of the house a few moments later.

She'd been wearing a business suit when she left that morning but now, she was wearing a floral print wraparound sundress. Short ruffle sleeves and hemline, ending mid-thigh. Tied tight around her waist, accentuating her bust and hips. Heels that showed off her legs and ass. As she walked toward me, the sunlight was behind her, and I could see right up the gap between her thighs. She had on a big sunhat, big dark sunglasses and possibly best of all, a big smile on her face. Even as tired as I was, my cock stirred in my short.

I also noticed she was carrying a big glass of wine and a bottle of beer. She set the beer down on the table next to me, took a big sip of her wine and said, "Shall we inspect your work?"

I reached for the beer, and she grabbed it up and said "No, no, no. Not so fast, young man. Inspection first. Besides, you're not legal. I could get in real trouble for giving this to you. Corrupting a minor is a serious offense."

"I think you'll be pleased." I said, gesturing towards the garden. "I do quality work. And I'm almost 19."

"I'll be the judge of that." she retorted and walked toward the garden. I quickly jumped up and followed her, admiring the way she walked in the heels. She walked slowly around the yard, assessing the work. Her arms wrapped around her waist, pushing up her beautiful tits.

Finally satisfied, she turned to me, "Nice work. Did you enjoy plowing my garden and trimming my bush?" She asked with a laugh, emphasizing the double entrendres from her instructions.

"I'm pretty experienced with trimming bush, but I'd like to spend more time plowing, do you have another garden that I might take a look at?" I replied with a big smile, doing my best to keep the bit going in the right direction.

"I just might." she said, handing me the beer and setting down on the chaise and crossing her great legs. No stockings, I noticed.

She picked up the towel on the chaise, smiled knowingly at what was underneath but made no effort to hide them, handed the towel to me. I took it and wiped the sweat from my face. Seeing the lingerie and the dildo reawakened my poor cock. He'd been up and down so many times now that the least bit of stimulation woke him right up.

She patted the chair next to her and said "Sit." It was a command, not a request. "Tell me about college. Have any fun this year?"

We chatted for a few minutes about my classes, dorm life, and what went on at some of the wilder parties, all with lots of flirting and more quick-witted double entrendres when she moved things up a notch. "You know, speaking of parties, I heard an... interesting... story about you and a girl at a party last year but I'm sure there's not a shred of truth to it." She said quietly, leaving the real question hanging.

I paused a moment, the towel now strategically placed on my lap. "Well, that depends on what you heard exactly." I answered, pushing the question back on her.

"I heard," she started, then paused a moment to decide how to phrase it and then plunged right into it, "that you almost drowned a poor girl in a load of cum. Is it true?"

"Sort of... "I replied.

"You completely covered her?" she persisted.

"Yeah, I did." I offered. "Multiple times." My cock was absolutely throbbing in my pants now.

There was a long pause. I couldn't tell if she was horrified or what.

She gave me a little smile, and a crinkle of her eyes and said "I heard she liked it. I wonder what it felt like. I'd love to be on the receiving end of load like that." She slowly closed her eyes and licked her lips, and lightly ran her fingers down from her eyes and over her cheeks, clearly imagining it.

My heart was now pounding in my chest and my cock was throbbing to the same beat.

She suddenly stood up. "Good work today. Let yourself out through the side gate. Be here again tomorrow morning. 10. Don't be late. And be dressed appropriately this time." She said sternly, as if the sexy talk hadn't happened at all.

I was so confused and disappointed. My cock drooped. I stood up, turned and started walking slowly to the gate. I only got a few steps when I heard her quietly call my name.

"Joe, wait. Come back here and take off your pants, let me see that cum cannon for myself. But do not touch it. After all that teasing, I bet it's ready to explode in your pants."

I did as she asked. My cock was standing straight out, angled upward. The head was purple and visibly pulsating.

"Come here and let me get a better look at that big, beautiful cock." She commanded, drawing me over with a curl of her finger.

I stepped over to her, my hard cock swaying from side to side and a long sticky drop of clear precum was dangling from the tip as I walked toward her. She reached out and caught it with her fingers and wiped it on her lower lip, making it glisten in the afternoon sun.

She smiled and continued, "yes, Joe. We are going to fuck. We are going to fuck A LOT." she said, with added emphasis on the word fuck and even more on the word a lot."

I started moving closer, but she quickly put her hand up and said, "but not quite yet". I stopped. Another delay. It was excruciating. Was this more of her mindfucking?

"Don't worry. In just a few minutes, you can cum all over me. I want you to soak me with your hot load. I can't wait to see it, feel it, and taste it. But first I want to show you a few things. I think you'll like them." she said as she leaned back in the lounge chair, "Come down here," she said, gesturing to the end of the chaise, "I want you to see everything."

She loosened the belt at her waist and opened the top of her dress, pushing the short sleeves off her shoulders, revealing her glorious rack to me. She was wearing a very sexy bra, almost transparent fabric with little flower appliqués strategically placed to obscure a clear view of her nipples. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp, the bra only slightly moving. She pushed the straps off her shoulders with one hand, keeping the cups in place with the other.

"You ready?" she asked, "I know I am." I nodded. She leaned forward and wiggled off the bra.

Her tits were perfect. Flawless milky white skin capped by smooth pink areolae, perfectly round, about 3 inches across, topped by big, thick nipples, already hardened. She looked down at her tits, smiled and cupped them both, lifted them and dropped them, letting them jiggle. She did it again several times. My cock was uncontrollably twitching in front of me, but I kept my hands at my sides. She held her tits up again and looked up at me, "You like them?" I nodded frantically. "They're going to look even better when you slide your cock in between them. They're 36 Gs, but you already know that don't you?" she said, picking up the lingerie on the chair next to her and swinging it back and forth and then dropping it back down on the chair. "Yes, Joe. I saw you. I sat up in the window, watching you work, finding my little surprise. I'm glad you enjoyed them. I was surprised you didn't jerk off when you sniffed my wet panties. Such self-control."

She then began to run her fingertips across and around both of her areolae, making them start to tighten, little bumps becoming visible. She began rubbing her fingers across her hard nipples, making her sigh. She looked at me and said" They're very sensitive. You're gonna love this!" as she firmly pinched both nipples, letting out a sudden gasp and then gently twisting them a few times. She paused a moment, took a deep breath and then pulled her nipples several inches away from her chest, held them there a moment and vigorously shook them, causing her breasts to wobble madly. She continued to abuse them this way as her chest flushed red, her eyes rolled back, and she groaned and shuddered. I didn't even know it was possible for a woman to reach orgasm from nipple play. It was an amazing spectacle.

She recovered from this first orgasm and said "I've been waiting all day to do that. While I've been teasing you, I've also been teasing myself. I've been lightly touch myself for hours, I'm positively dripping." then while looking straight at me, unwrapped the rest of her dress, lifted her knees and spread them wide, revealing a pair of lacy, pale yellow panties and her pink labia clearly through a wide slit in the crotchless panties. I groaned and almost came without even touching myself.