The next week found me mowing Mrs. Johnson's lawn again. The big change was I did not watch surreptitiously for her to appear in some degree of undress in a window as I went about my tasks.
When I was finished and had the tools put away, she came to the door.
"Jeff, would you like a cold drink?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied following her inside.
She poured a glass of lemonade and handed it to me. She watched quietly as I drained the glass and returned it to her.
"Would you like to come over around suppertime and help me move some more furniture, Jeff," she said smiling at me. "If you could, I'll call your mom and tell her I'll feed you dinner. That way you can come over a bit earlier. Would you like that?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered quickly.
I still could hardly believe my luck. She was going to have me come back after last week. Not having heard anything for the whole week, I was afraid she had decided not to repeat our encounter. Now it seemed she would, at least I certainly hoped that was the case. I really didn't want to be moving furniture for her unless, of course, it was her bed.
When I got home, I cleaned up to shed the sweat and dirt from my afternoon's work knowing mom would tell me to do it before supper anyway. I went to my room and tried to read but fantasies of my next rendezvous with Mrs. Johnson prevented me from absorbing anything on the pages.
As I sat reading, my door opened and Mom said, "Mrs. Johnson called and would like you to come over and help her with some chores this evening. She offered to fix you dinner if you come over now.
"Did she ask you to help her again?"
"Yes, ma'am," I responded.
"Well, you behave yourself and be polite. And you make sure to clean your plate. I expect you to behave yourself just like you would if I was there with you," my mother directed. "I'd better not hear that you misbehaved," she cautioned.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied.
If only she knew what I was hoping would happen she would have been infuriated. But I wasn't going to say a thing. This was too good to give up. I just hoped Mrs. Johnson didn't change her mind.
"Bye, Mom," I said going out the door.
"Bye, son. Be sure you behave," she warned one final time.
I was once again nervous as I knocked on the Johnson's door. Mrs. Johnson opened the door and invited me in.
"How are you tonight, Jeff," Mrs. Johnson asked.
"Fine," I replied. "How are you, Mrs. Johnson," I asked as an afterthought.
"I'm just fine, Jeff. Would you like to eat supper before we move the furniture?" she asked. Her eyes seemed to indicate a smile though her face was passive.
"No, ma'am," I said. "I'm not real hungry right now."
"Okay, Jeff, maybe you'll want something later. Are you ready to start?"
She stepped toward me bringing her arms up and around me. I responded by wrapping my arms around her and bending my face to hers. My eyes closed as our lips met. I felt my erection growing quickly as she pulled our bodies together. The pressure of her body against me only spurred on my involuntary response. I tried to pull away so she wouldn't feel my hard on pressing against her. I was still embarrassed for her to feel me hard.
"My, my, you are certainly ready, aren't you?" she said smiling at me as we broke our kiss. "Don't pull away. I like feeling you nice and hard against me. Don't be embarrassed. I like to know you want me."
She ground her pelvis against me further aggravating my condition. She smiled like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
Then she took my hand and led me toward her bedroom once more.
Inside her room, she turned to me and held out her arms. We melted into a warm embrace and kiss that soon turned passionate. A bit more comfortable this time, I move my hands over her soft, smooth body enjoying the sensations of feeling her softness under the dress. She removed my shirt and pants finally removing my underwear. I still felt rather uncomfortable standing before her naked with a throbbing erection.
She looked into my eyes and said, "Don't feel embarrassed, Jeff. Your body is very nice and I like seeing you hard like this."
She took my cock in her hand and slowly caressed and stroked me stopping at the critical moment. Her hands and fingers moved slowly over my body like gentle whispers. As her fingers brushed across my chest, she touched my nipples and I flinched and my cock jumped. She smiled knowingly at my response.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" she asked softly.