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This is also an EDITED story. There are new names and some text changes but is basically the same tale as the original. All characters are over the age of 18 years old. All players are consenting adults.
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MORNING
It seemed like ages since I'd seen him. The seven days between his last visit and this one seemed like forever.
I remember Louis fifteen years ago, his father dropping him off outside because he wasn't old enough to drive. I thought our mower man was gorgeous even then and he's improved with age.
From that innocent spotty faced teenager, I watched him grow up before my eyes and now, built like a Greek god, athletic and muscled; he is the most desirable man I could possibly imagine.
What a shame it has taken so long for me to do something about it.
Louis is stunning to look at. He always wears a shirt until the moment he starts working and then, rain hail or shine, it comes off and I get to enjoy his amazing physique as he moves about the place. Add to that the enormous cock I've just found out about and you have a man a woman like me can't stop thinking about.
Last week I had seen the mighty thing erupt, spraying me with what felt like a gallon of cum (see Beryl Chadwick's Mower Man Ch.01) and from that everything had changed.
Up until then I had been quite happily fantasizing about him from a distance but knowing what was lurking between his legs had me feel giddy and silly.
I wonder if he's always had a thing for me?
When the doorbell finally rang I unexpectedly felt quite faint.
I hated that he was having this effect on me. Tingling all over, shaking with anticipation, I had to take several deep breaths before I could open the door as I always did, calm and cool.
I checked myself in the hallway mirror for the hundredth time, checking my hair was right my lipstick wasn't smudged and that the short black negligee I wore was gripping and grabbing in the right places. It hugged my big tits so my nipples would poke out nicely and because it stretched so tight over my wide hips and thighs, it accentuated my lovely big ass.
I can only assume these are the features he likes in a woman.
"Good morning Louis," I said as I opened the door, radiating with my biggest, most innocent smile.
"Good morning Mrs. Ch... Chadwick..."
My appearance had an immediate effect. I was much more risqué than usual.
I would normally have worn a gown of some sort so it was no wonder his eyes roamed over my body this morning, dwelling on my enormous tits and wide hips... and the dark patch of pubic hair only partially hidden in the folds of my nightie.
"Isn't it magnificent weather dear?" I asked. Trying to sound cheerful and normal I heard my voice croak and gasp instead.
My nipples began to give me away immediately getting harder and harder under his admiring stare and were soon sticking out expectantly like thumbs. When I get excited they become signposts, both pointing to the same thing - look how aroused this old tart is.
"Yea...yes Mrs. Chadwick," he mumbled staring down unashamedly at my body. "I think it's going to be another hot one today for sure. I can't remember it being like this so early in the season for ages. I wouldn't be surprised if..."
As he babbled I watched his huge log of a penis get harder and harder until it was clearly outlined in his crutch and making his shorts tent out. A monster hard-on, impossible to hide and that I was causing.
I wanted him badly just then. I'm sure most any other man would have shoved me back inside, pushed me roughly down on the floorboards and fucked me there on the hall runner...
But he didn't.
The fool looked at me in supplication - a picture of indecision. I couldn't have made myself more wanton if I'd bent over and presented my ass to him.
Even so, I tried once more...
"What are you going to be doing in my yard today dear?" I asked huskily, stepping in so close my breasts almost brushed against his chest.
"I.. I'm... I, I guess I'll need to mow again Mmm..rs Chadwick... gr..gr.. grass gro..ows pretty quick this time of year..."
"Well that sounds fine sweety," I said. "I believe I'll be having a swim later on and get rid of this winter tan..."
Putting my hands under my huge basketball boobs I lifted them up for his inspection. The poor indecisive man's eyes popped at the sight at my huge white cleavage but he still did nothing.
"They're very pale aren't they dear?" I whispered, pressing them onto his chest, my hard nipples, poking through the flimsy black satin of my sexy black negligee, scraped against his blue flannel work shirt.
"I... I... I... y... yes Mrs. Ch... Chadwick.." he responded breathlessly.
We stood like that for some minutes in a terribly uncomfortable silence, our bodies all but pressed together. I could see he wanted me but just couldn't bring himself to step over the threshold...
"... or on the other hand, I th...ink I might clea...n up near the pool to...day Mrs. Ch... Chadwick, "As well of mowing I mean ..."
"Well I suppose you'd better get to it then," I said, looking up at him with my lips slightly parted. "So you can't be standing around talking all day can you dear?"
"I... I... N... no... noo ma'am..."
"Off you go."
I patted his butt as he fled past me, running like a reluctant schoolgirl towards the old gardener's hut at the bottom of the garden, disappearing inside and closing the door behind him.
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I knew exactly what he'd be doing in there.
The Groundsman's Hut is at least as old as the house itself. It's rough white weatherboard and peaked red tile roof looked quaint and cozy, like the little dollhouse I had as a child. I couldn't remember ever being or even seeing inside but apparently it was cool in summer and a shelter when it rained - a sanctuary for weary workers that they share with lawnmowers and tools.
It would have been impossible to approach without him seeing me. There was a window in the old cottage that had a clear view of the back of the house where I was standing. Louis might be looking at me right now.
Instead I went back into the house and left from the front door, moving down the side of the house, ducking and weaving from tree to tree and bush to bush down the left side of my yard and then, seeing no way of getting closer without being seen, crawled on my hands and knees for the last thirty feet.
I finally found myself sitting with my back against the sun-warmed white weatherboard, giggly quietly with anticipation.
I didn't dare stand up and look through the window; he'd have seen me immediately. Thankfully the old timber walls had gaps and holes here and there and without even having to stand up I found the perfect one - a big gap that gave me a clear view inside.
The sun shining through dust motes revealed the simple sort of utility room you would expect to see. There was faded yellow linoleum on the floor and the unlined walls were whitewashed. The other end of the hut was in shadow but I could make out tools and equipment, hoses, wire, mowers and so on.
And I could see Louis quite clearly.
He was directly in front of me sprawled out on a rough whitewashed timber bench, a rude plank bed, that ran the width of the short wall. Kneeling down as I was, I was level with his crotch.
The beautiful man had taken off his blue flannel short and was sitting on it like a cushion. He was leaning against the opposite wall basking in the sun with his eyes closed and fondling his erection through those gray cotton pants.
contemplating his eventful morning I suppose. When he bent one leg up on the bench and left the other was left on the floor, it stretched the leg of his shorts wide apart so that his huge scrotum bulged out. How much cum have you got stored away in those? I wondered to myself.
I found I was shivering with excitement at what I was about to see. My face was flushed, my breath was coming quickly and I was incredibly aroused. It was the wonderful erotic high that voyeurs enjoy.
Reaching under the elastic of his shorts Louis pulled out his amazing cock, letting it lay over the top of his shorts. It was an impressive sight, laying thick and long, like a third leg up over his stomach to just under his belly button.
He picked it up and lifted it to face him, checked the nozzle, inspecting it much like a fireman would with his hose, licking his lips like a child with a lollipop.
Then he rolled on his side and was reaching under the bench, rummaging around, searching for something. When it didn't come immediately to hand, he got down on his hands and knees on the linoleum and looked under. His monstrous cock flopped down on the floor between his legs with an audible 'flak' sound.
He got to his feet and I saw the old shoebox that he'd found. Standing up he dusted it off with his hand, threw the lid aside, and looked inside.
"Oooh jeeez..." I heard him say and then holding it in both hands, put his face inside...
Louis put the box carefully under one arm and then pulled his pants down.
Standing in front of me totally naked, he started rifling through the contents. His massive cock was pointing at me, swaying from side to side like a big one-eyed cobra being hypnotized by a snake charmer.
It was at this point I started rubbing my pussy. It was conceivable that someone may walk into my backyard and see me masturbating in my sexy black nightie but the risk just made it hotter.
I couldn't imagine what it could be but it was having an effect. As he rummaged inside his cock twitched. And then again. That huge dangling monster had started a slow bounce.
What could it be? Some sort of pornography maybe? French postcards?
It was quite incredible to watch his erection grow even harder. Whatever was in that box was intoxicating to the young man. Without touching it, his cock was getting even bigger and harder.
