Daryn wasn't particularly fond of his lawn job but it paid the bills. And at his age you couldn't be too picky. Not that 53 was too old, he just felt that way. He did like the fact that the little Mom & Pop company he worked for, was more interested in customer service than the time it took to complete a job. It also meant that if he stayed longer doing something completely unrelated to his job for the customer? The owners didn't mind, so long as the customer was happy. So yes, he would program the water sprinkler system for Mr. Clines. Trim hedges for Mrs. Jennings. And plant these rose bushes for Mrs. Upton.
Elenore Upton was a 60 year old beauty. Not just "For her age." She was definitely still in the running for most beautiful woman in town, even at the age of 60. Phenomenal body, great breasts and hips. But the most striking feature she had was her silver hair. Not gray or white but shiny. Shiny silver hair. It was a shame she had a husband. Though he did suffer from a debilitating form of Alsheimers. Elenore was still dedicated to only him. Something only an idiot wouldn't pick up on from talking to her. And Daryn was no idiot. He liked Elenore, she knew it. But he knew it was never going to happen. If she hadn't broken down after years,
he wasn't sure how many but he knew it was more than he could do
, of caring for him. Then he doubted it would happen now.
He'd been servicing their lawn for two years and in that time he'd come to think of her as a friend. It didn't hurt that she was also a very nice lady. Which is how she'd tricked him into planting these rose bushes. It wasn't even her scheduled day for service. A friend had purchased too many for her house and asked if Elenore wanted them. She of course had said yes, KNOWING, she admitted, that Daryn would plant them for her.
So, like a pussy, he caved the minute she asked. Now he was digging holes in the August sun and planting the damnedable things. Twelve of them. At the end of his shift. Sweating like a pig while Elenore watched through the kitchen window, smiling and nodding any time he looked at her.
"Yeah, you're happy." He grumbled. "You're inside with the AC."
After an hour and a half of planting Daryn finally stood to stretch his back.
"Iced tea?" Elenore's gentle voice asked from the back door of her house.
Normally Daryn would have given a polite 'no, but thank you.' But since he was off the clock. And he KNEW that she KNEW he was only doing this because he couldn't bring himself to tell the lovely woman 'no.' He used his soaking sweat rag to wipe the sweat from his face as he scowled at her.
"Yes. That sounds lovely." He said in a mocking growl.
She gave him a very small laugh. "I'm sorry." She smiled, as she let him into the house.
"You are not."
"I am too." She whined as she poured him a glass of tea.
He took a sip, it was delicious. "This is very good. Thank you."
She shrugged. "It's the least I can do. "I shouldn't have asked you to do that."
"No, you really shouldn't." He replied before taking another sip of tea.
He was wiping more sweat from his face so he didn't see her step closer. It made him jolt slightly when he saw that she was suddenly right in front of him.
"God, it was really hot out there, wasn't it?" She ran her hands across his chest. His T-shirt was plastered to him, showing off his muscular definition. "I feel like a tyrant asking you to work out there." She said, absentmindedly stroking his broad chest. It was not lost on him how unlike her this behavior was.
"Elenore, are you alright?"
Probably not the best thing to say when a woman touches you, he realized.
"I'm sorry." She said as she took a step back with a shake of her head. "I'm not sure what I was thinking." She ended with a nervous smile.
Now he shook his head in thought. "Whatever you were thinking was fine. You just startled me. You're not normally a touchy feely person." He smiled.
She laughed and shook her head at him. "No! No, I guess I'm not."
"...So, what happened?"
It took her a minute or two to answer.
"The doctor thinks Jonah is getting worse... He uh, he thinks it'll only be another year or two before..." She couldn't finish saying it.
He could tell she could cry at any minute and she DID look scared. But more than that, she looked just plain tired. He set his glass down and pulled her close. He expected her to be upset that he'd just soaked her pretty blouse. Instead she gasped and looked up into his eyes. But when he saw her swallow nervously?
She moaned when he slid his tongue into her mouth. His right hand gripped her ass and lifted her off the ground. Her only thought was how long it had been since a man held her like that. They continued the kiss as he carried her the few steps to her kitchen table and set her on it. He slid his right hand under her long skirt, up between her legs to her crotch.
She grabbed his arm as she broke the kiss. "No. No. No. Daryn, I can't do this. I'm married." She looked frightened.
He shook his head and sighed. "He's not coming back."
"I..." She kept shaking her head.
"How long has it been?"
She licked her lips nervously. "Eight years." He grimaced. "But he's
still
my husband. I can't just..."
"I'm not saying you throw him out in the street. Sickness and Health and all that. But celibacy for the next two years?" Daryn shook his head
He licked his finger and slipped it back under her skirt. Then inside her panties to her clitoris. She jerked the minute he made contact.
"OH! Daryn?! Wait.Wait.Wait. Mm. Mm."
She still held his arm in a tight grip as he leaned in and kissed her. She had a stunned look on her face as she returned his kiss with a fervor. She kept that expression even as her right hand slipped behind her to give her leverage on the table. To thrust her hips back and forth, moving with his finger.
He could feel the saliva on his finger evaporating. She just wasn't getting wet fast enough. Soon he would be rubbing her sore. Well, nothing for it then. He broke the kiss and lifted her dress, pulling her panties to the side. He slid his face between her legs.
"Daryn?!" She blurted.
But he felt her hand grip his hair as her hips REALLY began to thrust into this mouth.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." She was saying with each of her thrusts, until it obviously got good.
Then he finally felt her getting moist, when she started saying the cutest little, "Please.Please.Please.Please." In a soft voice.
Then she hummed hard as her hips kind of vibrated quickly and she gushed her juices all over his face. He slowed his licking and pulled away. Her right hand went back as she leaned away, supporting herself on both arms. She had a concerned but satiated expression on her face. Though he saw a look of fear/shock/arousal when he stood up with his dick hanging out of his pants.
"I don't know if... We shouldn't... Daryn, what if..." She looked up at him and shook her head, unable to voice all of her fears.
He slid his shaft up her slit to moisten it.
"Does that feel good?" He asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
He slowly slid into her as her eyes rolled back in her head. But she clamped her mouth shut so no noise escaped. Daryn gripped her hips and began giving her several small slow strokes. He pulled his sweat soaked shirt off and wiped his face clean before dropping it on the floor. Now when he gripped her hips he gave her long slow full strokes. She groaned and looked at him as she began to slowly pump her hips toward him. Her mouth fell open as she kept nodding her approval.
Daryn slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Easing the sides apart to see her trim stomach. He slid his hands up to her breasts, intending to squeeze them through her bra. But Elenore snapped out of whatever trance she'd been in.
"No!" She said firmly as she pulled her shirt together and rolled to the side.
Daryn came to a stop. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head at him. "Only Jonah has ever seen me naked. You can't..."
"OK. OK." He nodded. "With this body, I'm guessing you wear a bikini when you go to the pool?" When she nodded yes, "Then I haven't seen anything private yet, have I?" She glanced at where his crotch met with hers. Daryn rolled his eyes and smiled. "Aside from that."
"No. No, you haven't. And you have to promise me you won't. Some things have to belong to Jonah, alone."
He nodded. "I promise I will not undress you any more than this." He motioned to her laying on the table.
She gave him a concerned nod before relaxing a bit, allowing her blouse to fall open again. Daryn started to pump into her once more. It wasn't long before she bit her lip again, her left hand gripped his shoulder and her hips began to pump a little faster. He matched her pace not wanting to move too hard but hoping she could reach her climax again. Her hips did another little vibration as she squealed lightly. When he felt the excessive moisture on his cock, he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied with himself.
He picked her up and carried her to the couch in the living room. He gently laid her down and began to give her a slow but propper fucking on the sofa. Long strong thrusts, meant to help HIM climax. He kissed her deeply as she whimpered with each thrust of his dick. A few minutes later he felt her vibrate and squeak into his mouth. Not long after that she buried her face in his neck with a whispered "Daryn!?" as she vibrated again. Her calling his name sent him over the edge as he doused her with more cum than he thought was possible. He held her close as he kept thrusting and pumping loads into her. Dear Elenore could only gasp and moan as it went on.
Daryn kissed her as they came down from their natural high. He watched as she shook her head and slowly began to cry. He cupped the back of her head in his hands.
"Please don't." He said.
But she shook her head again as the tears started. "I've never... I'm awful."
"No." He kissed her tears. "Eight years, Elenore?" That got her attention. "He's not even a man anymore." He could see her getting angry at that comment so he hurried on. "Not really. He's more like a child now." That seemed to cool her off a bit. "Would you feel bad if a single Mom had a relationship with a man after eight years?"
She wiped her tears and shook her head. "No." She whispered. "What if my children find out?"
Daryn knew she had three grown children. Marcia the Doctor, Jeremy the Banker and Terrence who was an executive at a local radio station.
"Are they helping you take care of their dad?"
She shook her head. "Not really."
"Then fuck em."
She laughed and quickly covered her mouth. "You sound like my husband." She smiled.
Daryn smiled back. "Well, you clearly have a type."
Then he leaned in and kissed her again. He wasn't sure but it felt like he might still have some life in old Sarge downstairs. He gave a few gentle thrusts which got him some moans from Elenore. He continued to kiss and hold her as they slowly screwed to a pleasant climax. Causing them to pass out on the couch.
Daryn felt a tap on his shoulder. "I'm hungry." He heard.
