Everything has a beginning. Mine started a few months after the death of our next door neighbor.
The ravages of cigarette smoking had finally caught up with Mr. Bill. He was far too young at 54 to pass on. In addition to his 2 sons, both of whom were in the military, he left behind Miss Rose.
Miss Rose was 47; about 5'4" tall and weighed about 160 pounds. She was a bit of a plumper and my family's best friend. She operated a beauty salon in her home.
Shortly after Mr. Bill passed away, I began cutting Miss Rose's lawn. It was the least I could do. Her boys were both friends; and she was Kitty's best friend.
I never asked if she wanted it done; and when I started, I never accepted money for the job. We were neighbors; and that was the way it was.
I normally cut the lawn on Monday for a couple of reasons. Number 1, her shop was closed; and I would not be a disturbance to her clients. Number 2, I wanted the chance to chat with her and to let her know life would go on.
This particular Monday was probably the fifth time I had cut the lawn. I was wearing sneakers and a pair of thin cotton shorts. The heat, even early in the morning, was a kicker.
The shorts didn't hide much or leave anything to the immagination. They were extremely brief and made of thin white material. The material was so thin, my bush made a prominent swell in the front. My balls swelled out the sides of the leg openings; and my cock would hang out one of the legs if I wasn't careful.
I was 5'10" tall and about 180 pounds. I had just turned 18 the week prior. I was starting quarterback on our football team; and was being recruited pretty hard by 2 in-state colleges. I thought I was pretty average. I didn't realize an 8 inch cock was unusual for someone my age. Nor did I realize balls the size of eggs were unusually large.
In any event, I had finished cutting the lawn and was sweat covered. Sweat had soaked through my shorts; and my dark bush was even more pronounced and visible.
Like most teenagers, it did not take much for me to get a hard on over. Heck, I got hard every time I saw Kitty walk through the house in panties and a tee shirt.
This particular day, Miss Rose came to the back door with a cold coke. She told me the least she could do was give her new boy a cold drink. She was wearing a semi-sheer nightie; I guess she did not realize the effect it could have on me; after all we were long time neighbors.
She invited me in to cool down; and I gladly accepted. Her nightie barely covered her goods; in fact her bare ass was showing, every time she bent over, as I followed her inside. Was it my fault I got a hard on?
By the time we sat down to chat, I had a raging hard on. It was all I could do to keep it in my pants. My balls were actually visible through the leg openings of the shorts; my cock would have been dangling out had it not been hard. My bush was thick; I had not yet begun to shave that area smooth.
We chatted for a few minutes; she updated me on how her sons were doing. Meanwile, I had stretched a few times while sitting there in order to get the aches out of my neck.
Miss Rose noted this. She arose without a word; went behind me and began to rub my neck and shoulders. It felt great; her hands were so talented. She was bent over behind me and the aroma of her perfume was hitting my nostrils.
My eyes were closed as I enjoyed her hands. I began to notice some oil being applied. Actually it was more like a creme; thicker than oil but very relaxing.