May/December - Lessons In Love
A wealthy, longtime, acquaintance had recently divorced. One evening I ran into her at a local coffee shop and struck up a conversation. She revealed that she was nervous about getting into the dating scene. It had been almost 25 years since she had dated anyone other than her ex-husband. Her two daughters were now in college and she had a huge home, that was soon to be empty. She said that she did not know where to start and that she really needed to fill the void with a companion.
I asked her if she had any preferences in men. To which she replied, "I just want to have fun with no strings attached."
To that I offered to write a story about one way that she could solve her dilemma. She gave me her e-mail address and I began writing.
This is that story. It was written over a months' time with each part sent separately when it was completed. For this first publication I gathered the parts together.
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Whoever heard of an 18-year-old having a gut-wrenching orgasm they would remember over 40 years later? I have, that is who.
She was what my dad called a "country clubber". Her house was located along the golf course. It was big and fancy with a bluegrass yard, manicured shrubs and a huge, elevated patio that looked over the backyard and into the water hazard on the sixth hole. She had two college age daughters, two Cadillacs and an executive husband that never seemed to see me when I was there.
The summer of my graduation from high school, she hired me to do her yardening... or at least that is what I thought. The job was simple. Every Saturday morning when I reported for work, she gave me instructions then left to do her shopping and other chores. My jobs were trimming, weeding, painting fence and such. She would always return around noon to feed me lunch. The afternoons were then spent mowing. I pushed the Lawnboy to trim along the fence and shrubs. She rode her Snapper.
Although she had a nice body and a pretty face, for her age.... Those two college girls of hers really caught my attention. I tried all sorts of things to get a peek at them. Their cars were parked in the circle drive, out front. Most days, between 9 and 10 o-clock, one of them would come prancing out the front door and walk up to the road to get the mail. Soon after, they went shopping or someplace else with their friends. At any rate, I always managed to do the front yard chores at about that time.
One Saturday morning, three other gorgeous coeds arrived at about 10 o-clock. I was trimming the wisteria when they pulled up. They piled out of their convertible amid giggles and laughter. Each carried a beach bag and wore short shorts and a tank top. I almost trimmed my thumb. They walked right in front of me and went inside through the front door without even looking my way. That got my curiosity and my prick UP!
The next half hour was maddening as I struggled with figuring out what they were up to. I stayed around the front. I set to trimming shrubs and digging dandelions in view of the front door. Were they going down to the country club to go swimming? Would they be leaving soon or would it be afternoon before they re-appeared? I didn't have much more to do out front and the backyard list wasn't getting any shorter. Then I heard them.
Their girl talk drifted over from the back yard. When I walked around there, I saw them on the patio. Five college girls in bikinis more than beat my expectations. I had to think fast. Ah, yes, the Weedeater. I hauled the cords out to the sidewalk at the bottom of the patio steps, laid them there and went back for the Weedeater. There was a latticed privacy screen to hide the garden shed and trash toter from the patio. It was perfect for peeking at the girls without being seen. I stepped inside and turned to look. There they were.... pulling out lounge chairs. spreading out towels and setting up the radio. I drank it all in from my seclusion. I never realized how many times girls had to pick their bikinis out of their butts or reach down their bras and make adjustments. But, those were some of the sights I catalogued in my young mind. Then they laid down to tan.
The patio was elevated enough that I couldn't see them well from my vantage spot any more. So, I folded my hard prick out of the way, grabbed the Weedeater and headed toward the cords. It took some time to spread all the cords so, I caught glimpses of their gorgeous butts as they lay there, face down, on their loungers. They hadn't paid any attention to me so far and I was a little nervous at the thought of disturbing them. But, the only plug-in was on the patio and they were blocking my path to it. Steeling up my courage and once again adjusting my boner, I stepped up on the top step and cleared my throat. That got their attention immediately. All five looked at once.
Amid their giggling and stares, I don't remember what I said, but somehow the youngest daughter got my message and plugged the cord in. Her hand touched my finger as she grabbed the end of the cord from me. I tried not to stare as she walked away from me, toward the receptacle. The other girls had already looked away, so I was able to secretly watch her bikini-clad butt. Too short a time elapsed as she walked away, bent over and plugged it in.
Back to work. I started trimming along the sidewalk and worked my way away from the patio. As I did, it became increasingly difficult to see what was going on up there. The grass close to the patio was trimmed immaculately. The further away that I got, the less attention the grass got. Finally, I finished and laid the weed eater down. I needed to trim the front, but I wasn't about to start that as-long-as the show was out back. I grabbed the pruning shears and started trimming the bushes around the house. The view was fantastic as I worked my way around the circular patio. The girls chatted and paid no attention to me. One especially, caught my attention. She was laying on her back with her leg bent and knee up. I could see a hint of pubic hair peeking out at me. Her top had ridden up and a good deal of one breast was showing below the cup. I spent at least a half-hour on this 10-minute task.
Just as I finished, my boss drove up in front. When I heard the car door close, I knew I was running behind. I asked the girls to unplug the cord. In a frenzy, I drug the Weedeater around front and started trimming. By the time she unloaded her groceries and fixed lunch, I was almost done. She met me at the shed just as I was putting the cords away. My heart leapt, when she told me that lunch was on the patio. I wasn't sure that I could eat with that many gorgeous girls laying around in bikinis. But alas, I didn't have to worry. By the time I washed up in the bathroom off the garage, they had already gone back inside. I ate my lunch alone with my thoughts.
After lunch, she came out and we started mowing. I always liked the way she looked. Her busts were full and firm. Her legs toned and tanned. She liked to wear short button-up blouses, which tied above her midriff. She either went braless or wore a thin bra. Tight white tennis shorts completed her outfit. She had a pretty face, but her butt was definitely her best feature. It was clear where the two daughters got theirs from.
We mowed all afternoon. It was hot and humid. I was wet with sweat and so was she. I noticed on one occasion that her nipples were peeking through the sweat soaked material of her bright yellow blouse. The girls had left while I was eating lunch, so it was just her and me. A lot of possibilities ran through my juvenile mind.
When we finished, she paid me and said, "I'll see you next Saturday."
I said I would be unavailable for our regular Saturday yardening. It was my older sister's wedding and the venue was a couple of hours drive upstate. I had been fretting about this conversation for a couple of reasons. There was of course the Job Security issue. But, more immediately, I'd miss my opportunity to "perve" on her daughters. She smiled and said that she understood how important a family wedding was. In the end, we decided on doing the yard on Thursday.
May/December (pt. 2)
Thursday, she was gone when I got there. I set about my job doing the standard trimming and weeding. All the time, I was grousing about how her daughters weren't there to feed my prurient interests. About 11 o-clock, she returned. A few minutes later a delivery truck brought her new Snapper riding mower. I helped the guy unload it and load the old one. It was bigger and a bit fancier than her old one. He showed her how to start it and do basic maintenance. She got on and started to mow before the guy even left. This mower was wider and mowed a lot faster than her old one. I almost had to run with the push mower to keep trim-mowing ahead of her.
We never broke for lunch. I figured that she was so excited about getting a new mower, she just forgot. So, I just kept working. The pace of work, coupled with only five days since the last yardening, meant that we were finished by 2 o-clock. She shut the mower off outside the garage and went in to get us a drink. Meanwhile I cleaned the grass out from under the mower deck.
As we drank the lemonade, I couldn't help notice that she was staring at me. I averted my eyes to the yard and remarked how nice the new mower worked. She said, "Yes, it does and so do you."
I blushed.
She took my empty glass and disappeared inside. I put the mowers and tools away and went inside the mudroom to use the guest bathroom. When I came out of the door, I met her head-on. She asked me if I would mind coming inside to move some furniture. I told her I was too dirty and sweaty to walk across her carpeting. She looked down at my grass covered legs and pointed behind me at the shower. I started to object, because I didn't have any clothes but remembered that I had a t-shirt and cutoffs in my pickup. I'd have to go raw dog without my underwear but, I told her, "OK." She nodded and said she would be back down after she also showered.
It didn't take long and I was dressed and sitting on the patio when she came out. She asked me to come in and help her move a chest. As I followed her to her bedroom, I couldn't help but notice her butt. It was exceptionally fine in the tight cut-off white denim shorts she had put on. Once there, I grabbed one handle, she grabbed the other. As she bent over, her cleavage showed. She paid no attention. But, I did. Her deeply tanned breasts poured over the top of her low-cut cotton blouse. Her deep cleavage showed that she wasn't wearing a bra. A hint of her areolas showed above the neckline.
To this point in my life, my real-life experiences with breasts were confined to glimpses of my older sisters A-cup tits and the few times that my prudish ex-girlfriend had let me cop a quick feel at the drive-in theatre or in the dark front seat of my pickup. At 18, going on 19, I believed that I was the oldest virgin on planet Earth!
