I became a widow at the young age of 32 and had only ever been with my husband sexually. I was a content wife for 11 years if not satisfied. When I met my husband I was still in high school and more than eager, as most teenaged girls to get away from home. As a lot of girls from my hometown I married my first real boyfriend and lived "happily" ever after. Until my husband died of a sudden and massive heart attack.
Two years of living on my own and being alone had made me a very lonely and horny woman. Now I am my no means an unattractive woman, blonde, green eyes and a full sexy body, but I am not the type of person to go out and meet people and the people I do meet I don't usually let get to close to me. Therefore it turned out to me a task to meet men. The men who smiled at me or spoke to me at work or the grocery store were met with a brief but stand offish smile or greeting back. So it turned out that I had not dated let alone been laid since my husband passed.
After two years of trying to keep up my yard myself and not being happy with the way it was looking I decided to hire someone to do the work. I found an ad on Craig's list for a lawn care service and called the number.
The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was deep and sexy and immediately had my nipples erect. I laughed at myself after scheduling an appointment for him to come to my house and give me an estimate for a weekly service.
"He is probably an old man that can even get an erection anymore." But still my pussy was damp and my heart was racing.
The next day when the doorbell rang I had completely forgotten about the scheduled appointment.
"Who could that be?" I asked my dog, Lily a custom that had become too regular with no one else to talk to. I peeked out the peep hole and saw a very tall and muscular black man standing on my porch. "Oh" I said out loud but to myself as I realized it must be the landscaper as I didn't know who he was. I opened the door and was greeted with the biggest, friendliest smile I had ever seen
"Hello ma'am, I am Thomas, from the landscape service." I took the hand that was extended to me and as soon as his hand touched mine every hair on my body felt like it was standing on end. A shiver ran though my body and I pulled back quickly.
"Hello, Thomas, nice to meet you." I opened the door and offered for him to come inside while I got my shoes on to show him the yard and what I wanted done. He stepped inside the door and Lily ran up to greet him her whole body shaking as she attempted to wag her stump tail.
"Nice boxer." He said as he petted her, making her week.
"Thanks" I said in my usual short stand offish way. I bent over to pick up my tennis shoes and as I glanced over my shoulder I saw he was looking at my full round bottom. The idea that this gorgeous, muscular, dark man was checking out my ass took my breath away. I quickly stood up and then sat down in a kitchen chair to put my shoes on. Ha, I thought to myself, he can't see my ass now. Little did I know that as I leaned forward to put my shoes on he was getting a bird's eye view of my ample breasts. As I sat back up in the chair my gaze landed on his crotch and noticed that he had quite a bulge behind his khaki shorts. I glance away quickly but as my eyes met his I noticed that he was grinning and raised one eyebrow at me.
"Well, um let's go out the back door as that is where the most work is needed." I lead the way out to the massive back yard and could feel his eyes on my ass the whole way. "Okay as you can see I have a lot of property and I haven't been doing a very good job of keeping it up. I like my yard to be very meticulously landscaped, I like sharp lines and hate weeds so it might take you the good part of a day to get it all done."
He looked around and let out a whistle."Yeah, the flower beds are going to take a long time to weed the first time but once we get the weeds under control I can probably do the job in a day. The first time I might have to come out 2 maybe even 3 days to get it looking good." We agreed on a price for the initial work and then on a weekly rate, shook hands and he left.
He left me with an uncontrollable sexual need and only one way for me to satisfy it, by myself. I went back into the house and straight to my lonely bed. My whole body was flushed with sexual fever and I threw my clothes off as I made my way to the bed. I lay down naked on top of the quilt and ran my hands all over my own body imagining it was his huge black hands, touching, pinching, and rubbing me. I came in a wild frenzy after only a few minutes of fantasizing. My body shaking and trembling and I gasped for breath.
Now I had never been with anyone but my husband let alone a black man and we all know what is said about black men! My husband was not so fortunate in that department but not having anything to compare it to I had thought myself to be satisfied. Who would have thought that size could matter that much? Well let me tell you....
The next day as I woke up I could smell freshly cut grass and hear a lawn mower running in the backyard. I jumped up and peeked out the window to the back lawn, there he was on the riding mower, my breath caught in my throat. I hurried to the bathroom for a quick shower. After getting out of the shower I went back to my room to get dressed, I noticed that the blind I had peeked out was still turned open but as I moved to quickly close it a naughty thought sprung into my head. So what if he might get a glimpse of me? I am sure he sees a lot of things in his line of. Now there is no way of knowing if he could see me though one window but the thought of it had my clit swollen with desire and made me feel so very naughty. I slipped on a thin cotton sun dress and went to the kitchen. I made some lemonade and put it in the fridge for later.
Though out the morning I kept peeping out the windows to see how the yard was coming and to admire my landscaper as he worked now shirtless and glistening with sweat. Noon came finally and I saw him stopping for lunch break. I took the opportunity of offer some lemonade so that I could get a closer look at his muscular frame.
"Hello, I thought you might enjoy some lemonade! I made it fresh this morning." I called out as I walked up to him where he sat under a shade tree. He smiled that teasing smile of his as he looked up at me.
"Well thank you; it will definitely hit the spot in this heat!" I handed him the glass and turned to walk away but his free hand caught hold of the hem of my dress. "Sit with me?" he requested. I stammered a bit at the offer and looked around for something to sit on.
"I, well, I guess I could, but" He jumped up and went to the patio to fetch me a lawn chair and sat it in front of where he had been sitting before plopping himself back down on the grass. "Well, thank you." I sat cautiously on the edge of the chair, trying not to show too much flesh, but desiring to show him everything. My breathing was already shallow and thoughts of what he might have seen though my window had me blushing as his gaze trailed from my feet to my eyes.
"So, why doesn't your husband do your lawn?" he asked. I looked away from his eyes but not in grief, just so I could catch my breath to speak.
"He passed a couple of years ago." I feel his hand touch my ankle.