Hi, I'm Mike and if you've read my stories, you'll know my history
On a very hot and unreasonably humid summer day around the middle of August, I found myself on the receiving end of Mrs. Nadine Broome's affections.
I was mowing her lawn that day because their regular groundsman was off sick and word was getting about that my services were excellent and highly recommended. The lawn covered approximately 6 acres alongside the River Thames. In some ways it looked more like a bowling green than anything else, Rob always mowed and groomed it to perfection.
Mrs. Broome or Nadine as she likes to be known; is approx forty-seven years old but looked every bit as if she were ten years younger. Her skin is taut and its colour that nutty-brown you always get with people from the Caribbean, her breasts are full like two ripe melons.
Her eyes dark and exotic, her hair a natural glossy dark brown and her legs and arms were toned to perfection. Quite simply put, Nadine is highly 'shaggable'. She is always nice to everyone and seems to be totally oblivious to the lust she generates from the men who met her.
As I said before, I was the lucky bastard who landed the job of mowing her lawn that humid summer's day. Unusually for England the sun was beating down mercilessly and I found myself working without my shirt. I usually didn't do that but considering I was sweating 'like a pig' it was more a statement of survival rather than attraction.
I was halfway through, riding my mower along one side of the beech hedge that boxed the lawn in from the rivers edge. That was then I noticed Nadine lounging on the veranda; when I realised she was naked, if it hadn't been for the hedge I would have driven straight into the river. So as not to miss anything I slowed the mower right down on my approach to the veranda and as if on cue, she stood up, bent over and adjusted her lounge chair thus giving me a view of her perfect ass.
"Fucking hell," I mumbled to myself, still busy lusting at the sight before me.
Suddenly the mower bucked and jumped as I clipped an edging stone. A chip bounced and ricocheted inside the mower housing as the blades ravaged it. I quickly let go of the throttle, raised the blade housing and hoped the stone would find a speedy exit.
Shaking my head in disbelief I shut off the engine then cussing like mad I jumped off the seat, knelt down and flipped the mover onto its side. The blades seemed okay, just a few small notches along their edges. The metal housing was scrapped and dented from where the 'chip' had made its numerous impacts otherwise everything else looked okay. I gave a grateful sigh and quickly righted the mower.
"I say..... is everything okay?"
Doing my best to remain cool and calm I turned around; there, in the mottled shade of the trees stood Nadine. She was as nude and carefree as she had been on the veranda. My mouth gaped open almost as fast as the chip had whizzed around in the mower.
"Errr.....Mike?" she asked as she took her sunglasses off, "Are you okay, you look a bit shaken?"
"Yes.....I'm okay" I managed to squeak out. My head was throbbing for some reason, possibly from too much sun.
"What happened?" she asked. I was in awe at her casual attitude about being naked in front of me.
"I ran over the edging," I stuttered as my eyes slowly scanned her body, finally coming to rest on her large, melon shaped breasts. I became fascinated by the way the light and shade from the trees fell on her naked bosom in a sexy patchwork.
"The edging?"
"Yes," I tried to smile, hoping my rapidly rising cock wasn't visible to her eyes.
"Is the mower okay?" she asked.
"Yes," I nodded as my cock betrayed me and began tenting my shorts, "Yes...Just a few dents and scratches."
Nadine reached out and touched my head. When she drew back her hand, there was blood on her fingers, bright and red against her tanned skin. She looked at me and said, "We should fix that."
"Oh!...Where did take come from?" I mumbled dumbly, trying to stifle my reaction to her nudity.
"Mike," she eyed me, "What's wrong?"
"I just..." I began to clasp my hands searching for the right words, "I just never had someone hire me to mow their lawns, uh... as gorgeous looking as you."
Nadine smiled broadly and looked down at her body, "Is that a problem, do I offend you?"
"No...no," I put my hands up, "You're perfect, Nadine, absolutely perfect. It's just that I'm not used to having women walk around naked whilst I'm working."
"Oh," she nodded and then cocked a quizzical brow, "You want me to go put some clothes on?"
"No!" I said, way too eagerly, my voice unintentionally high and broken, "I mean, it just takes some getting use to."
"Come on that cut looks nasty.....Let's clean you up."
As I followed her into the house, I tried to process the fact that here was an insanely gorgeous and completely naked woman leading me, a stranger into her house. Walking behind her, I watched her ass move like some jewelled movement. My cock was now becoming a serious problem as it developed a mind of its own, quickly I reached down and flipped it into a more comfortable position, but still it showed signs of 'tenting'.
'Down, you bastard' I muttered desperately, my body revolting against my brain, 'Down!'
Inside the cool kitchen, I shivered slightly as my body hit the cool air; I only wished my cock would follow. I had assumed once inside Nadine might put on a robe or something, but she remained blissfully nude and unconcerned with the effect her body was having on my cock. Seeing the fridge I thought of getting and dumping an ice tray down my shorts to subdue my erection. I had already embarrassed myself by damaging the mower and somehow injuring myself. A rampant cock was the last thing I needed right now.
"Just sit there by the table," she instructed me, "Whilst I run upstairs and get the first-aid kit."
"Sure," I smiled, watching her leave. "If only?"
I sat at the table and tried to relax. The stools were comfortable; the table was shiny and pristine. I didn't dare touch it. I was dirty and sweaty and didn't want to leave smudges and smears on its finely polished surface; also I didn't want to upset Nadine. So I just sat there and looked about her magnificent kitchen.
"Here we are," Nadine said from behind me.
I turned around and saw that she was still naked. My cheeks blushed fiercely as she walked over to me. Her crotch was completely shaved and the muscles in her toned legs quivered with each step, I felt a little heady as I wondered at what those would feel like wrapped around my body. My cock, which had been resting, instantly started to respond.
"Is it that bad," I said hoping she would keep some distance between us.
"Yes, you have a pretty good gash on your forehead, Mike," she told me, setting the first-aid kit down on the table. It was one of those household kits, green plastic bearing a bold white cross stencilled on the lid and below it equally coloured and prominently printed "FIRST AID"
She sprung open the lid, her movements caused her tits to jiggle and bounce again as I began to wonder if I was suffering from sunstroke or something; but the smell of TCP and the searing pain of the antiseptic soon brought me back to reality.
"Fuck me"
Nadine muttered something incoherently then said "Sorry.....Did that hurt? her attention totally focused on cleaning my cut.
"Not at all," I lied, my pain being subdued by the closeness of her breasts. Her erect nipples sitting upon relatively small areolas in comparison to the size of her breasts.
"Do you think you can finish up out there?" she asked.
"I think so," I replied as my erection tented out my shorts again. I rolled my eyes and prayed she wouldn't notice. I became distinctly aware that my nipples had hardened too.
"I can put some clothes on if you prefer, Mike," she said suddenly, tossing the blooded cotton wool away, and looking directly at me with her dark piercing eyes.
