Drews Yardwork Service

This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

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The sun was brutal that afternoon, beating down on the back of my neck as I pushed the mower across Mrs. Davenport's lawn. The machine growled and rattled, but I was almost done. Just a few more passes. I wiped sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, feeling a little sunburned. And that Mrs. Davenport was sunbathing just a few feet away didn't help me cool down.

I recently turned 18, which for my parents meant that I no longer should get an allowance. I could still live with them of course because I am still just a highschooler, but if I wanted to spend money, I would have to earn it first.

Since I needed to go to school, I could only work on the weekends, but getting a real job for the weekend would defeat the purpose of having money because I would have no free time to spend it. This meant that doing some freelance work here and there was pretty much my only choice and since I don't have any special skills, I decided to offer help with chores and yardwork in our neighborhood.

So far, the Davenports were the only ones that took my offer and I have been working for them every Friday afternoon for $20 per session. Initially I had to help Mrs. Davenport set up a new flower bed but at this point all I did was mowing the lawn every Friday. Honestly it wasn't really necessary to do it weekly because the grass didn't really grow that fast, but it was paid labor and even better was that Mrs. Davenport always provided some eye candy.

Vivian Davenport was a stunning 35-year-old redhead with freckles and naturally full lips. She had all the right curves--a C-cup, shapely hips, but a flat stomach. Her bright blue eyes and killer smile were probably the best parts of her looks, though.

The last few times I was mowing the lawn I got lucky and could watch her sunbathe in a small little black bikini and today was no exception. I honestly found it a bit weird that she always did that when I showed up for work, especially since she works in home office and really could do that at any other day.

Of course I didn't complain about it though.

After I finished mowing and put the lawnmower away, I approached her and almost drooled all over her.

"Mrs. Davenport", I said while trying not to stare too much at her body, "I am done with the yardwork for today."

"Drew! How many times did I tell you to call me Vivian? You aren't a child anymore, or are you?" she said while beaming up at me with a beautiful smile.

"R-right. I am done with work, Vivian."

"Alright then let's go inside so I can give you your hard-earned money."

After we both entered the living room, she got her wallet from her purse and I could clearly see my $20 inside. However, as she opened it and looked inside, she just frowned and said "O-oh no looks like I don't have enough money to pay you!"

"But there are clearly-"

"I...I guess I need to, uh...pay in a different way," she almost whispered as she turned more and more red.

"I don't under-" I froze as I felt her hand rub my crotch.

"Sweetheart, I know I am not as pretty as those young girls in your school but if you don't mind, I could lend you a hand."

"Oh my God yes!"

With that she pulled my shorts and my underwear down on the floor. She moved in closer to me and put her left arm around me as her right hand went straight for my dick.

Mrs. Davenport, I mean Vivian, blushed as she looked deep into my eyes while her hand went slowly up and down.

"What are you waiting for? You can touch me."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I immediately felt her up. I fondled her natural breasts and grabbed her ass and wipe hips. In the meantime, she leaned in for a kiss and increased the speed of her hand.

As our lips separated, she looked down and spotted a pearl of precum on my tip. With devilish grin she moved from my side in front of me and moved her left hand towards my glans. I was in complete awe as I watched her rub her wedding ring on my pearl of precum.

"Tell me Drew, is this the first time you are being touched like that?"

"Yes" I admitted nervously but deeply aroused.

"Well, we can't waste your first real cumshot on the floor," she said as she got on her knees and took my shaft in her mouth.

I was in heaven. She sucked faster and faster but only focused on the tip.

"Oh my God! I am gonna-"

As she circled her tongue around my head, she also gently rubbed my balls with her right hand. I started to cum and she continued until I was completely spent.

I was speechless but in bliss. Vivian swallowed before she got up and reached for her wallet again.

"Alright thanks for your work today. So next Friday at the same time again?" she said as she handed me the $20 bill from earlier.

"I-what? I don't..."

"What? Oh, you thought that was your payment. No sweetheart that was just the tip. Of course you are getting paid like we agreed."

I never thought I would be this grateful for tipping culture.