My name is Jim Dolman and I'm here to tell you that college is expensive no matter how you look at it. As a high school graduate just over eighteen years old, with little money, and little hope of a good-paying job, I was desperate to get into college so I could get a deferment. I didn't want to be drafted into an army that had such low morale that enlisted men were fragging their officers.
My folks had little money to help so I decided to attend a local community college for the first year and do my best to earn enough to attend the State University later. So to earn money I decided to start a neighborhood lawn mowing service. I scoured the area for several blocks around and got enough people to agree to hire me to make a decent profit.
The very first customer lived four houses from me, Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. Mr. Jacobs was an engineer at the defense aircraft plant near where we lived and a lay preacher at some weird off chute of The Christian Church. He paid me ten weeks in advance to cover most of the summer because he had gotten the calling and was going to The Christian Church seminary in upstate New York, he would be gone for three full years. Mrs. Jacobs would remain here and if more mowing were needed she would pay as it was required.
Mrs. Jacobs was near forty and very nice looking, with large perky breasts, a narrow waist, and shapely legs standing around five foot five inches and I would say around one hundred and twenty or so pounds. Her face was pretty framed in medium-length light brown hair and with high cheekbones, a cute nose, and alluring blue eyes. She mostly wore cutoff blue jeans or yoga pants that clung to her ass showing the crack and causing me to want to touch those beautiful ass cheeks. I gladly accepted Mr. Jacobs's money and promised to mow the front and back every Saturday while he was gone.
My business grew to the point I was mowing four or five lawns per day six days a week. I remember the fifth Saturday about nine o'clock in the morning I was mowing Mrs. Jacobs back lawn when I saw her standing at the patio door, still in her nightgown, I waved to her and she waved back. I could make out her shape through the sheer material of her gown and peignoir. I swallowed hard and continued mowing the lawn and was sweeping off the patio when she opened the sliding glass door.
"Jim, it's hot and you must be thirsty. When you finish come in and I'll fix you a glass of iced tea," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Jacobs, I'll be finished in a second," I said as I moved the cut grass off the cement. I put my tee shirt back on and came to the door and stepped inside. She was filling a glass with ice and tea.
As she turned toward me she said, "Sit down and I'll close the door. We don't want all the cool air to get out."
She set the glass of tea in front of me and turned toward the door. I could make out her curves and enough light penetrated the gown for me to see the crack of her luscious ass. After sliding the door completely closed she took a cut-off broomstick and bent over and put the stick in the track so the door couldn't be opened from outside. When she did that I nearly dropped my glass of tea and made an audible gasp. I could see even more of her as she bent to put the stick in the door track. Her pussy was shaved, her ass hole was puckered and her breasts were pointed directly at the floor.
"Mrs. Jacobs..."
"Call me Julia, Jim I've known you for several years now."
"Julia...., I'm not sure if you wanted me to see all of that but thanks, that's the best show I've ever seen," I said trying to be nonchalant.
She stood up and turned toward me with hands-on-hips and feet about shoulder-width apart. I got another great view as the light still came through her gown and peignoir showing me the outline of her pussy lips and the shape of her legs.
"Hum... did you see something you liked?" She asked as she looked directly at my crotch.
Not being experienced in these situations with mature women I swallowed hard and said in a soft voice, "yes I did, several things." I wanted to act mature but my growing cock made that hard to do. I couldn't take my eyes off that shape I could make out between her legs.
"I can see by the bulge in your shorts that you did. Now tell me how much you liked what you saw."
Julia was obviously very horny and she was trying to dominate me, and right now I was alright with that. "I liked everything I saw enough to kiss every one of them several times." I hesitated slightly before going on, "but Julia you're married and I don't want an irate husband coming after me for touching his wife."
She took a step closer to me and I wanted to reach out and touch all those wonderful things I saw but was afraid of the possible repercussions until she said, "My so-called husband and I are divorcing because he loves his church more, far more than me. Everything is to be split down the middle and the only thing in the decree I don't like is that neither of us can have a nonfamily adult live in until the decree is final, which is in six weeks. Simply put he thinks my soul is in jeopardy if I have a lover and he got wording in the decree to prevent me from having sex until the divorce is final. Since you are not a legal adult until you are twenty one, you don't count in that part of the decree."
I'm thinking I'm glad that was cleared up because I was having a hard time resisting the urge to grab her and pull her to me. I'm not sure how I feel about being used, but the thought of fucking that beautiful pussy and fondling those wonderful breasts was rapidly swaying my feelings. My throbbing cock was beginning to blur my vision of what the future might hold if I did succumb to the desires raging in my mind and other pants.
Before I could say anything she continued by saying, "I've wanted, for several weeks, to show you my pussy but was afraid I would give that dipshit of a husband an excuse to declare me unfaithful and sway the judge in his favor. But now that the decree has been blessed by the court I feel that our time may be here. What do you think?"
I swallowed hard and replied, "I think I want to kiss you and all your desirable parts even more."
"Which parts would you kiss?"
I stood up and stepped closer to her saying as I reached to touch her waist, "your lips first and then your breast before moving to your pussy and then... yes, your ass. I've fantasized about your ass for some time but was afraid to say anything. I've wanted to rub your ass and kiss it and push my tongue into it," I was letting my imagination run away with me, I wanted to sound mature but excited about what was about to happen.
