So curvy, so bouncy, she was his Mom's age but she was so hot. Kevin looked out the window of his bedroom, watching his Mom give a tour of her flower garden in the backyard. Mrs. Willis was one of his Mom's best friends. She wore a bright yellow tank top with thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. The edges of her white lace bra could be seen when she moved and her bust had the fullness that only very curvy older women have. Mrs. Willis wore a white and pink crossed pattern skirt that fit her snugly and came down to just above the knee. Her long dark hair was in a pony tail today.
Kevin caught his breath as she bent over, her ass towards him, looking closely at his mother's rose bushes. He had been talking online last night, to a stranger, about Mrs. Willis. The stranger had told him a thing or two that gave Kevin confidence. Had she ever asked that he come over and work in her yard or cut her grass or something? Yes. Yes she had. Kevin said no to her request. He did not cut people's lawns anymore. He was eighteen and was going into his last year of high school soon. The stranger online said she had something else in mind. Kevin did not really believe him but he so wanted to.
Another thing had happened. She had bent over. Right in front of him. Yes she was picking up a fallen piece of paper. But she did it right in front of him. Bending at the hips, she pushed her big round curvy butt right at him. Luckily, Kevin was wearing heavy jeans and was able to retreat behind the counter in the kitchen. The stranger online said, 'you are so in man. Believe me. Older women get terribly horny. You got a shot kid. You really do.'
Down below in the yard it looked like they were finishing up their garden tour. It was close to lunch and Kevin felt a little hungry anyway. He went downstairs and as he headed for the kitchen the two of them were coming through the sliding glass door.
"Welcome to the land of the living," called out his mother. Kevin had slept in again as he usually did during the summer. He worked evenings down at a warehouse, so Keven thought it was not unreasonable at all to sleep in till noon.
"Hello Kevin, how are you doing?" called out Mrs. Willis. Not even the stranger online could read anything but a bright and cheery greeting from that.
"Hi Mrs. Willis. I'm doing fine," said Kevin in as deep and nonchalant voice as he could manage. "How are you?" His heart beat hard.
"I am doing well thank you," said Mrs. Willis.
Keven continued into the kitchen and then exhaled with relief. Kevin did not think he could do it. He was almost shaking just saying hello. This was stupid. He would look like an idiot. He heard his mother in the other room tell Mrs. Willis that she forgot her seed catalogue outside and would be right back.
This was it. Do or die mother fucker. You can do this. Kevin walked back out to the other room. Man she kept in shape. That body. "Mrs. Willis?"
She turned towards him smiling. "Hey Kevin, been working hard at a new job I hear."
"Um, yea," said Kevin. Keep calm. Do not make it look like you are trying to hard. Relax. If you can. "I know you asked before, do you, like, need someone to cut your lawn or something?" Her expression changed and he immediately felt like an idiot. How could he be so stupid.
"Actually we have a landscaping service taking care of our lawns for us at the moment."
"Yea right, that's cool, no problem" said Kevin. His mother stepped back in through the sliding glass door and Kevin turned and walked back to the kitchen. Kevin bent over to slam his forehead into the counter but stopped short. He paced back and forth. Stupid. Stupid. Idiot. He took down a loaf of bread from the cupboard and slammed it down onto the counter. While making himself a sandwich he kept muttering to himself and dropping and slamming all the ingredients around. He finished making the sandwich.
"Kevin?"
He spun around and Mrs. Willis was standing just inside the door to the kitchen.
"Oh hi Mrs. Willis," said Kevin. He actually felt quite relaxed. All the frustration had burned out of him and he just did not care anymore.
Mrs. Willis looked back over her shoulder then walked right up to Kevin. Standing close, she spoke in a low voice, "Kevin. Why did you ask if I needed you to cut my lawn?"
Kevin shrugged. "I don't know. You asked before and I like kind of thought it was kind of rude of me. So I asked." This is what it feels like. He was not nervous. He was calm. Kevin even sneaked a glance down at her amazing cleavage.
She touched his arm. "That's so nice of you to ask Kevin. We do have someone taking care of our lawns now. But we do have some rock work that needs doing. Would you be able to do that?"
"Sure," said Kevin. Impressing himself at how casual he kept his voice and demeanour. "No problem."
She touched his arm again. "Could you come over tomorrow? A little bit after lunch?"
"Yea, tomorrow. No problem." He said no problem twice. Shit. Everything was alright. Chill.
"I'll see you then," said Mrs. Willis as she rubbed his arm and smiled. She turned and walked out the kitchen door.
As soon as the door swung closed Kevin jumped in the air. "Yes!" he said under his breath. He punched the air and walked back and forth, holding his face. Amazing. I can't believe it. Amazing. Kevin started to go back to his room, ran back and grabbed the sandwich he had made, began going to his room again, ran back to get a glass of milk, started going to his room, then stopped and ate at the counter. He stared off into the distance, chewing, drinking, and dreaming.
The next day Kevin arrived on her front doorstep wearing a tight black t-shirt and better jeans than he would normally wear for working in the dirt. Kevin had tossed ideas around in his head all night. Was it going to happen? Was he in fact going to do some rock work and that's all it was and he was just being a complete idiot? What should he do? Make a move? What?
Kevin was not a virgin. He had done it before. One girlfriend who kept saying it was going to hurt. Then it did seem to hurt her and she never wanted to do anything. So much anguish and hair pulling and negotiations. Girls his age confused him. All women confused him to be honest. Kevin questioned what he was even doing there but rang the doorbell anyway.
Kevin waited and was about to press the bell again when she opened the door. She wore a long pink sheer housecoat, tied at the waist, and a black bikini underneath with black high heels.
"Hello Kevin," she said in a seductive voice.
"Hello," said Kevin. His voice worked on pure instinct. His mouth went dry and his head was all fuzzy. There was an extended pause.
"If you go through the gate," she said as she pointed to the side of the house. "I'll meet you in the backyard."
"O.K." Kevin turned like a robot and walked towards the gate. He fiddled with the latch, it would not open, then he shook his head and blinked his eyes, focused, and then he opened it easily. He walked along the side of the house and into the backyard. Mrs. Willis stepped out of the back door. Standing in the bright sunshine, the light went through her sheer housecoat and showed her amazing fit curvy mature body underneath.
"There's a bit of rock edging that needs finishing," she said. She started walking down a little cement path and Kevin followed. She pointed to a pile of rocks and the unfinished edge between two parts of garden. "Just dig them in and line them up. Like what's already been started. You can do this?"
"Sure, yea, I can do that."
"Great," she said. Mrs. Willis walked back where she came from and Kevin watched her. She did not turn around at the door, just walked straight in the house and closed the door. Kevin looked down at the pile of rocks.
"Fuck."
