As a youngster growing up, once I reached puberty, I had the proverbial boyhood fantasies about sex, pretty much perpetually during my waking hours. Unfortunately, I never managed to actually experience one but I did nourish my fantasies.
As a youngster, I worked to make a little spending money for some of the niceties I wanted but that my parents couldn't or wouldn't afford and to accumulate a little bit of money for extras when I went to college. They always said I'd more appreciate what I had to earn. Most of that effort was in the form of yard work, cutting lawns, edge trimming, weeding flower beds, etc. I started this at about thirteen years of age and continued it until I graduated high school. As I got older and grew bigger, I did some painting, minor repairs and things of a general household maintenance nature. I even helped move furniture and appliances occasionally but the yard work was a constant that did not abate.
Most often, it seemed I was in contact with the woman of the house since I worked during the day while their husbands were at work, especially during the summer when I started about 7:30 or 8:00 AM. Although they frequently dressed in shorts and a blouse, their dress was modest by today's standards.
Nonetheless, I did notice the distinctly feminine curves and of course that always fueled the fantasies of a pubescent teen male. I was frequently quite self-conscious about my erection which seemed to be perpetual. Fortunately, I suppose, I was not exceptionally well endowed so I was able to conceal the evidence of my youthful exuberance, for the most part. And if it was ever noticed, it went unmentioned.
While I had the usual fantasies involving girls around my age, I also fostered some rather ambitious fantasies about some of the women whose yards I tended and the mothers of a few friends. Most I'd guess were in their thirties and remained trim and attractive despite having been mother to two to four children.
On the occasions when I did manage to have them in sight as I worked, I attempted to be as subtle as possible in my looks and appraisals. I certainly didn't want one of these ladies telling my mom I was staring and gawking at her body. That was a conversation I definitely did not want to have at home nor did I want to be confronted by one of them and especially not by a husband asking why I was spying on his wife.
As I worked one warm summer day, I was in the back yard of Mrs. Johnson's house cutting the grass. She had been in the yard when I started and I noticed immediately the shorts and rather snug halter top she wore. Not remarkably different from other days, but the halter top seemed a bit smaller than others I'd seen her wear. Of course it titillated my youthful libido and fertile imagination.
She entered the house and I saw her through the kitchen window moving about and I supposed she was cleaning the kitchen. A few minutes later, she disappeared from the kitchen and I lost sight of her for several minutes. On my next pass toward the house, I caught the hint of movement through an open window away from the kitchen. Being careful not to be too obvious, I surveyed the window and saw Mrs. Johnson standing beside her bed with her back to the window.
My task took me away from the window for a couple of minutes and as I again approached, she was untying the halter top. I noticed the shorts were gone and I could see her panties covering her lovely round behind. As I made my turn following the lawnmower, I saw the halter fall away as she disappeared behind the billowed curtain that was fluttering from the light breeze.
When I approached the house on subsequent passes, she was out of sight. As I was finishing the back yard, she reappeared briefly with a towel wrapped around her covering her body from the armpits down. I slowed my pursuit of the mower hoping she might take off the towel while she was in my view but that was not in the cards for this day it seemed.
By the time I had finished my cleanup and put away the tools, she was in the driveway near the garage to pay me for my day's labor. I saw she was dressed as earlier and she appeared not to have worn a bra under the halter. I could see the well defined bumps in the fabric from her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. As I looked up, it was apparent she had noticed me staring at her breasts despite my best efforts to be subtle.
She smiled briefly and handed me the few dollars for the yard.
As I was putting away my money, she said, "My, Jeff, in the past few years you've grown into a handsome young man. You'll be graduating soon, won't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied.
'What are you planning to do when you graduate?" she asked.
"Well, Mom and Dad want me to go to college and finish my education. They've talked with me about that and a career afterward. I'm not sure what I want to do yet though."
"So you're off to college in the fall then. Are you looking forward to meeting all those new girls in college and sweeping them off their feet?" she said smiling.
I felt a little awkward. How could I tell her I hadn't even dated in high school? Surely she'd think I was a loser if she knew that and if she knew what I was thinking looking at her lovely face and body, she'd really be irate.
"You're eighteen now aren't you, Jeff? I remember when you were first taking care of my yard you were pretty young. You've grown up a lot since that time. You've become quite the handsome young man," she said again with a nice smile.
"No, ma'am," I replied. "But I'll be eighteen my next birthday."
"When is your birthday?" she asked
"Next week," I responded.
"Well, young man, quite a milestone. Welcome to adulthood. Doesn't that make you feel all grown up?" again she smiled softly as she spoke.
I shuffled my feet and looked at hers momentarily. Finally I gathered my wits enough to respond saying, "No, ma'am, not really."
I trailed off there not knowing what to say.
"Well, Jeff, at least legally you're an adult. So, I'll see you again in two weeks then, Jeff?"
I stammered, "Yes, Ms. Johnson". I figured my face must be beet red after having been caught ogling her breasts. I hopped on my bike and headed to my next job hoping she was not going to call my mother.
I finished my other job for the day and went home expecting to be nailed by an irate mother when I walked through the kitchen door.
Instead, Mom said, "Hi, Jeff, how'd the day go?"
"Just fine," I responded heading to my room.
"Okay. Supper will be in about an hour. You might want to bathe before then," she said, her voice following me down the hallway.
Apparently I had dodged a bullet. Mrs. Johnson had not told my mom what a nasty son I had turned out to be. Then my thoughts turned to her standing with her back to the window dressed only in her panties. I had an immediate hard on and decided to take a shower and solve two problems at once.
After the shower and my fantasy involving Mrs. Johnson, I returned to my room and read for awhile until Mom called me to dinner.
When I next appeared at Mrs. Johnson's to do her yard, she greeted me cheerily and asked me in to wait while she unlocked the tool shed. She was again dressed in snug fitting shorts but this week with a loose fitting T-shirt. It was readily apparent even in the dimmer interior light that she wore no bra. Her nipples were distinct inside the thin fabric of the shirt as I tried not to ogle too obviously.
As she walked into the back of the house, my gaze fell to her nicely shaped butt swaying smoothly as she walked away from me. She returned a moment later carrying her keys and led me out to begin work.
With the necessary tools available, I began my routine tasks. As I worked, she remained outside and I took every opportunity to observe her and admire the shapely legs, body and her luscious breasts. I even occasionally noticed she had a pretty face. If she knew I was watching her, she did not convey her perception. As I finished the front yard area and cleaned it up, she had disappeared.
When I moved to the back yard, I found her again. Before I started cutting the grass, she asked me to help her move some patio furniture which I agreed to do almost too willingly. As we moved a couple of pieces of the rather light furniture, I was afforded the bonus of being very close to her, so close I could smell her perfume, powder, or whatever fragrance she wore.
I was also afforded a subtle display of her feminine charms as she leaned toward me. The loose fitting shirt fell away from her chest exposing the rise of her breasts and I was tantalized by the movement of her nipples against the fabric as we worked. I had to turn away briefly between pieces we moved to adjust my hard on so it was less obvious and hoped she didn't notice.
She went indoors while I began my work in the yard. Like last week, I kept a subtle but vigilant eye on the windows having been inspired by the inadvertent show of the previous week. My vigilance was soon rewarded. She appeared in the bedroom window again. As I watched while pushing the mower, she shed the T-shirt. This time, she was facing the window and I could make out her breasts and the darker area around her nipples. I was instantly hard again.
As I turned, I caught a glimpse of her hands going to the waist of her shorts. On my next circuit, I saw my first sight of a naked woman. She seemed to have just come upright from removing her panties because she tossed them aside as I was treated to my first glorious view of a woman's pussy covered only by the hair. I was mesmerized.
If she saw me staring, I wouldn't have known it because my eyes were focused on the area of her pussy. I couldn't believe my good fortune, to be in just the right place at the right time. At the time, it never occurred to me that this might have been orchestrated.
