18-year-old John knocked cautiously on Mrs. Adams' door. He was nervous about talking to the older woman. He loved to watch her from a distance but this was something else entirely. He wasn't even sure what possessed him to do it. Sure he had a good excuse. Her yard needed to be mowed and since her son, who was a couple years older than John, had left for college she didn't have anyone to do it for her. Would she buy that though? That he had just stopped by to see if she needed him to mow the grass? When what he really wanted was to get a close up look at those magnificent tits of hers. John had been fantasizing about them for years.
Yeah he had seen Jenny from next-door sunbathing without her top on but hers weren't the same as Mrs. Adams'. Jenny's were small and almost hard. Mrs. Adams had HUGE breasts. Just guessing he would say they had to be at least 44DD. Of course he had no real experience to base his guess on. Other than catching a peek at Jenny with some of his buddies he really didn't have any kind of "sexual" knowledge. All he did know was that he thought about Mrs. Adams and her beautiful breasts A LOT. He would daydream about burying his face between those gorgeous orbs while he stroked his hard cock. He would kill for a chance to feel their soft skin against his cheeks as he pulled his raging hard-on. He was getting hard just thinking of it. He almost jumped out of his skin when Mrs. Adams opened the door.
"I'm sorry," she purred. "I didn't mean to startle you. What can I do for you?" She was wearing one of her halter-tops that barely seemed to contain her womanly charms. John could hardly take his eyes off them to answer her.
"I-I-I'm J-J-John Miller from down the street." John was so nervous. How could he stutter and look so childish in front of this worldly woman? "I-I-I was wondering if you would like me to mow your yard." John was ready to run. Here she was right in front of him and he couldn't even talk.
"Oh, yeah, John. I've seen you around. I could use a nice strong boy like you to mow my yard. How much would you charge me?" Her voice sounded like honey dripping from her lips. His cock throbbed inside his jeans. Sweat was running down his forehead. Was it really that hot out here?
"Oh I wasn't thinking of charging you. I just thought that since you're all alone now you could use some help." John was blurting the words out. If he talked fast maybe she wouldn't notice how nervous he was.
"Don't be silly," she said as she took his hand. "Come inside and we'll talk about it over a nice cold glass of lemonade." John followed her blindly. He didn't even hear her words as they walked into the house and she sat him down on the sofa. His eyes were in a direct line with those melons of his dreams as she bent over to ask him what he wanted to drink. "John?" "John?" Mrs. Adams reached out and stroked his cheek. With one hand on her knee and the other reaching up to stroke his check John could almost see right inside her blouse. He could see the flesh of those golden mammaries. He realized he saw no tan line. Did Mrs. Adams lay out topless to sun??!! John would have to find out. "JOHN!?" Mrs. Adams said again louder.
"Huh!? Oh sorry. I guess I was daydreaming."
"About what?" Mrs. Adams asked him with a devilish grin on her face. Was it John's imagination or did she shake her tits at him as she stood up?
John's face turned a deep crimson as he answered. "Uh, uh, uh nothing much really," he stammered trying to look her in the eye. It was impossible. Her tits were calling out to him. He wanted, no make that NEEDED, to see them. Feel them. Taste them.
"Would you like some lemonade?" Mrs. Adams was saying as she headed towards the kitchen.
"T-That would be great," John answered, suddenly aware that his mouth was very dry. John sat on his hands as the lemonade and those beautiful breasts came back into the living room. He hoped Mrs. Adams couldn't see how hard his cock was. He wanted desperately to take it out and stroke it but he couldn't let Mrs. Adams see him do something like that. What would she think of him if she knew what he thought of her?
Mrs. Adams leaned over to set the tray with the lemonade on it on the coffee table in front of John. As he reached for his glass, John's hand brushed against the fabric of her top. His cock twitched in his jeans. He sat back on the couch in a flash. Hopefully she won't have noticed. Was it him or did she moan just then? John tipped the glass up and drained it of the lemonade.
"My!! You were thirsty," Mrs. Adams said as she took his glass to refill it. John watched her tits as they swayed inside the tight fitting top. He could make out the outline of her nipples as she sat his glass down. Mrs. Adams sat next to him on the couch. Her hand settled on his leg just above his knee. "Now John, lets talk about what it will cost me to have you mow my yard."
"Honest, M-M-Mrs. Adams. I really d-d-don't expect any money for mowing the yard."
"Who was talking about money?" she said as her hand slid up further on his thigh. John's throat seemed like it was closing off, it was so dry. His palms were sweating. His cock was so hard it hurt. If she kept this up he would surely shoot off in his jeans.
"I'm not sure what you m-m-mean, Mrs. Adams."
"Oh please. Call me Cecilia. No sense in being so formal. I think you and I are going to be good friends," she said as she squeezed his leg. John jumped up off the couch and turned to face Mrs. Adams. One more touch like that and he would blow his load.
