It was summer and I had just finished high school, so I was planning on doing what most 18-year-old guys were doing and that is enjoying freedom, going to some great parties, and getting laid. I had things to do, places to go and people to see, not necessarily in that order, and do it all before I left for Marine Corps boot camp the first week of September. All these thoughts were running through my head as I laid there in bed, the morning after graduation. I had plans and nothing was going to get in my way, or so I thought.
I got up, jumped in the shower, threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt then headed downstairs to get some breakfast. "Hello Mother of mine," I said as I skipped into the kitchen. I was the man with a plan as I kissed Mom on the cheek and went about fixing myself some cereal and grabbing a cup of coffee. Mom just smiled at me, but little did I know, she had conceived a plan to foil mine.
I just sat down and began to eat when she sat down across from me with a serious look on her face. I paused in mid bite, milk dripping down my chin, "Mom?" I waited for her to say something.
"Petey, I know you have plans on having fun this summer before you go into the Marines, but I need you to do something for me, in fact I already said you would do it, so now you kind of have to do it." I could tell she did not want me to get upset but I could also tell that she was not going to take no for an answer.
"What is it Mom? Just tell me and it will all work out, I'm sure," I said. I loved my Mom dearly, she managed to raise me and my two younger sisters on her own, working as a registered nurse, without help from anyone, even after the asshole that donated his sperm to create me and my siblings, just up and ran off with another woman. So, whatever it was that Mom needed me to do, I would jump through hoops for her.
"You know Ms. Julie that lives down at the end of the street, right?
"Yeah, sure I do Mom, what's up?"
"Well, she needs a lot of help around the outside of the house and she hasn't been able to do any of it since her husband died last year. She just needs help getting the landscaping back in order and some light handy work around the place. Well, I kind of told her that you would do it. Don't get upset with me, I know you want to go off with your friends and have fun, but it won't take long to do." Mom waited for me to respond.
I thought about it for minute then asked, "She doesn't need it all done right away, does she? I mean I am happy to help her out but if I can, I'd like to just do it for a few hours a day then go have fun."
Mom got a happy expression on and said, "Thank you, Sweetie, I am sure she won't have a problem with that, just go and talk to her and that way she'll know what to expect." Mom got up and kissed me on the forehead then added, "You are such a good Son, I knew I could count on you."
I smiled back at her, then finished my cereal and drank down my coffee. I grabbed my shoes on and walked down to see Ms. Julie. I had not seen her since her husband's funeral, but I remember her being a spry woman in her early 60's, grayish brunette hair, incredibly attractive and elegant, and just a little curvy in all the right places. Her and her husband had 2 daughters, but they had long since married and moved out of state, so she basically had little family to speak of around her.
I got to her place, knocked on the door and she soon answered. I was not sure I had the right place or not because the woman standing there looked a whole lot younger than she did just a year ago.
"Oh, hi there Pete," she said with a huge smile, "thank you so much for coming by! Your Mom assured me that would be happy to help me out around the place."
"Oh yeah, I'm happy to help out. Always willing to help a neighbor in need," I said returning her smile. She looked great. She must have colored the gray out of her hair since I last saw her because now her hair was a beautiful brunette color.
She also must have been doing some serious working out because her body looked fantastic as she stood there in her yoga pants and loose-fitting workout shirt. Ms. Julie had somewhat of a conservative look in her face, with her glasses on, kind of like a librarian, but from her neck down was a different story now.
"I just got back from my Pilates class, so you are just in time, come on in," she said as she held the door open for me. I followed her through living room and into the dining room and kitchen. I could not help but watch her ass as she walked ahead of me. That Pilates class must be damn good because her body was looking fine!
"Have a seat, I'll get you some iced tea," she said, then grabbed the pitcher out of the refrigerator, and filled a glass for me before sitting with me.
We talked about what she needed done and I asked her about the time schedule so I would still be able to get out with my friends. We agreed that it would not be a problem and whatever she needed done extra could be thrown in summertime permitting. She insisted on paying me, but I told her that I would not accept it. Helping her out would be reward enough.
"You really are such a sweet young man and thank you again from the bottom of my heart," she said as she got up and kissed me on the cheek. I could not help but notice her smallish breasts as she bent over to kiss me, her workout shirt giving me just a little glimpse of them tucked in her white sports bra. Oh, and she smelled so damn good, too.
She stood up straight and headed for the dining room sliding doors that went out on to her back deck. I got up and followed, again getting a wonderful view of just how sexy this woman, in her early 60's truly was. She turned back to me for a second and smiled as she continued out the door.
"This is what I would like for you to do first, okay? I need the brush that has grown up through the deck lattice work removed. When you are finished, I'll have some lunch for you, then tomorrow if you could do it, I need the pool cleaned," she said happily. I smiled and gave her the okay sign then set to work.
The brush removal was a little more work than I anticipated but I soon finished just in time for lunch. Ms. Julie had prepared some sandwiches and a fresh pitcher of iced tea, brought them out on the deck and sat them on the table. My mouth just fell open. She was now dressed in only a very revealing bikini that just barely hid all the most intimate areas of her body. She was freaking hot!
I could not even speak for a few minutes. As I watched her set the food down, the iced tea, then turn and head back into the kitchen to grab paper plates and napkins. I still stood there in the same spot as she asked me to sit and eat.
I sat down near her and we started to eat our sandwiches. I was still kind of in a state of shock as I ate very slowly, my mind in a fog. She looked at me and asked, "Are you okay, Pete? You look like you've seen a ghost." She giggled then added, "You know, I think my late husband is haunting the place so keep an eye out for him."
"I'm okay," I said snapping back to reality. "Ms. Julie, I hope you don't mind me saying this and I hope it doesn't sound bad coming from me, but you are incredibly hot!" My mouth went shut as I just could not believe I said that. Oh shit, I thought to myself, she is going to think I am some young pervert ogling her, but I could not have been more wrong.
Ms. Julie smiled and blushed, saying, "Oh Pete, you are so sweet, I could just kiss you for saying that. I get compliments from the instructors at my Pilates class, but they are paid to say stuff like that. Hearing it from you in such a genuine manner makes as old girl like me feel exceptionally good about herself."
We finished up, and I helped her clear the stuff off the table. She turned to me when we got done and said, "Pete, I am going for a swim now, and you are more than welcome to join me if you like?"
"Aw thanks, Ms. Julie, but I don't have a swimsuit with me."
"You wear boxers? Just go in them, they are just like a swimsuit, right?"
I thought about it and nodded in agreement, then secretly thanked the stars that I wore boxers. We headed out to the pool and I dove right into the cool water. It felt incredibly good after doing that brush removal earlier in the morning heat. I swam around as Ms. Julie soon joined me. We splashed around a bit, her getting into it just as much as I was leaving me thinking that she really had a young spirit to her.
I was doing a last lap when she got out of the pool. Oh, dear God! The white bikini she was wearing had become slightly opaque when it was wet, and I could see the dark outline of her hard nipples and as I looked down further, I could see the faint shadow of her hairy pussy hiding underneath the fabric just before she wrapped herself up in a towel. She was stunning to say the least and my hard cock agreed with me.
I was not sure what I should do about it because I knew if I got out of the pool, boxers or not, she would surely see my erection. She turned to me and smiled again saying, "That was fun, Pete, I'm going to head in and change so there is another towel for you when you get done." She then headed inside.
My God, what was I thinking? I was not thinking with my brain, that is for sure. My hard prick was doing all the thinking for me and I had better get that gone away before getting out of the pool. I thought of bad stuff as I did several laps around the pool to the point of exhaustion. Finally, my erection had gone down, and I was able to get out and dry off.
I went behind her pool shed and changed into my dry shorts and put my shirt back on just as Ms. Julie came back out. She had on cute strapless floral jumper and sandals as she sat down on one of her deck chairs. I headed towards her to tell her that I would see her tomorrow morning and ready for some more work.
"Thank you again for what you did today and thank you for staying a bit longer to keep me company, Pete. I get a bit lonely here sometimes, so it was nice to have company today." She then stood up, reached her arms around my neck and shoulders, and hugged me tight against her briefly before letting go.
I could not help but then notice that she was not wearing a bra under her jumper. I swear this woman could not be the age that she was. Her breasts were on the small side, but they were very perky, not something you could even imagine from a 60ish woman.
"Aw, it was my pleasure, Ms. Julie, just happy to help and thanks for lunch and the use of your pool, too!"
"Pete, please, just call me Julie, okay? Ms. Julie makes me feel old," she giggled.
"Okay, then just Julie it is," I said back with a smile. "See you tomorrow, Julie!" I then headed back home. I got in the door and Mom was sitting there writing some stuff down at the dining room table.
