In this story only my surname has been changed as I may write more stories soon.
I'm Christina and these events took place over five years ago. I have been happily married for the past 16 years to my husband Tony. We were both 38 years of age at the time, our marriage was secure even though we were not blessed with any children. It wasn't for the lack of trying. It looked as if parenthood was going to pass us by. We never had our fertility tested and simply accepted that it probably wasn't going to happen for us. Life was busy enough for us both, Tony is an area manager that entails lots of travel as it was his responsibility to make sure all the regional managers are functioning at their optimum. He demanded adherence to company policy and meeting profit targets. While I am quite happy being my own sort of busy housewife. I attend to budgeting, decorating and I am often free to choose our vacations too.
On the evening before his trip I made sure his best suit and smartest shirt was ready for him. This was followed by a nice meal and the hope that a romantic evening might ensue. I went to the bathroom to make myself irresistible but I returned to find him fast asleep. Tony was to set off for Richmond, approximately 300 miles away, and an early start was on the cards for us both. I awake early and prepared a nice breakfast for him while he was readying himself for the long day ahead. After breakfast I snuggled into his Tony's arm as we walked towards the front door. Once outside I kissed him goodbye, however I was dressed only in my housecoat so the cool morning air circulated around my bare legs and pussy and stirred delicious sensations within me. I began to think that on a day I am feeling at my horniest he was going to be away leaving me wanting. After waving to him as he drove off, I looked up to a sky that appeared very threatening. It made my decision easy, it was back to bed with a good romance book and a hot coffee.
I read for a hour or so before I heard a lawn mower start its rasping noises next door. Mandy is our middle-aged neighbour, a single lady who works shifts at the local hospital. She routinely gets Danny to mow her garden and front yard every two weeks or so and occasionally when Tony is too busy with his work we get Danny to come over and do our garden for us also. He is not the sharpest tool in the toolbox if you know what I mean, however he is a good dependable worker who does a good job of the lawns. He has a small set of customers that regularly utilise his services, this allows him earn some extra cash in his pocket. I remember he once told me he lived with his elderly mother.
Danny it appears has had a very sheltered life having never left home or been out of the influence of his mother. My guess is that he may be around 30 yrs old or thereabouts and a bit of a loner.
I wasn't going to maintain my heightened arousal with that noise outside so I closed my book. I lifted my eyes to glance at the clock, it read 9.30am. I convinced myself it was time to get up, shower, get dressed and get myself organised for the day. I eventually became motivated and as wandered out of the bedroom I shouted on our old collie dog, Oscar to stop lolling around on his basket and go outside to do what dogs do. After I let him out I headed off towards the bathroom discarding my housecoat on the bed as I went. I entered the bathroom, stopping for a while to admire my lithe body in the mirror. All of a sudden I heard the rain come tumbling down in a torrential downpour. I wasn't too worried about Oscar as I knew he would take shelter under the covering where we store our logs.
As I picked up my towel in preparation to enter the shower I heard a crack of thunder outside. Damn I cursed for poor Oscar invariably panics in storms and would be scraping at the back door to get in. I close the shower door, wrapped my towel around me and headed once again for the back door. On opening it there was Oscar trembling and soaked, whining to be let in. I was about to close the door when out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny trying to shelter under the eaves of our garage. I asked him what he was doing there? He told me there was no shelter next door so he took his mower around to our garden so he could shelter from the rain, he didn't want to leave his mower unguarded.
"You're soaking wet Danny, come in here out of the rain, you can't stand out there in that, get over here right now and stand inside this door at once".
Danny ran over and stood just inside the door on our rush mat, he looked a forlorn sight as he was absolutely dripping wet. I told him that we needed to have him take off these soaking wet clothes so they could be spun dried. He was shivering and must have been freezing in his wet denims and shirt.
"You'll catch your death of cold if you stay in them. Give me a minute to get the dog dried and I'll fetch you a towel or two so you can dry yourself off, I'll only be a minute so put your wet clothes in this laundry basket"
I shouted at Oscar to stop shaking his coat all over the tiled floor, I grabbed his collar and led him to the laundry where I had a towel ready to dry his damp coat. After approximately two minutes I returned to the back door to see Danny standing there, wet clothes in the basket, but naked as the day he was born. I was stuck for anything to say as I was totally caught by surprise. In his innocence he didn't see anything wrong in what he had done, he was stark naked and my eyes were immediately drawn to his groin where his limp cock hung. I swear it was almost seven inches long, I doubt if my Tony ever got that big when he was hard. I couldn't stop myself from staring at it, I could feel my pussy getting quite wet as my erotic feelings I had earlier, were now beginning to return.
Danny started to shiver and brought me to my senses so I led him to the bathroom. As I turned on the shower I told him he must stay under the water until he was properly warmed
up. I watched as he entered the shower cubicle, standing under the shower spray before beginning to wash himself. As I closed the glass shower door I said to him that I will go and get him the fresh towels from the laundry. I returned shortly afterwards and again stared at his magnificent long cock and wondering how it would feel inside me. How big would it get if he got an erection? They say size doesn't matter, oh yes it does.
I don't know where the next comment came from and I'm not sure why I said it but I told Danny not to turn off the shower as I wanted to get in after him. Yes, I may have said this many times to my Tony, but never anyone else. I did not consider changing my mind either, my hormones were now doing all the talking for me.
Danny was almost finished so I opened the shower door as I removed my own towel. I handed him his warmed towel and took his place under the warm spray. As I was showering I looked through the glass door to see that Danny wasn't drying himself, he was staring at me. He was also getting hard, very hard and that cock of his was growing immensely. When finished I opened the shower door to see he was still staring at me, his cock standing to attention in all its splendour.