Most men are filled with fantasies of older women from the moment they first develop an interest in sex. Whether it's a hot older neighbor, a schoolteacher, or your best friend's mom. This is my take on this familiar theme and I hope you all enjoy. I try to avoid breaking my stories up, but in this case it just kept growing and growing until it had to be submitted in sections. Even broken into chapters they're lengthy stories. As always I remind you all to practice safe sex even though my characters don't. Comments, good or bad, are always welcomed.
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Reading through the paper I had circled a few ads that looked promising and was planning to start calling them when I turned to the last page and saw the perfect job. I had just gotten home from my second year of college the week before and was looking for a summer job. There was an ad from a lady who was looking for someone to fill in for her regular gardener who would be away until the fall. I was studying botany in college and the lady described her place as a large planted property with a wide variety of plants that required expert care. I'd worked summer jobs gardening jobs with the city throughout high school and that was part of what got me interested in studying plants as a career. The thought of being able to work outside all summer instead of being stuck in some store at the mall was appealing so I gave her a call right away dialing the number in the ad.
"Hello, could I speak with Mrs. Swanson please?" I said reading her last name from the ad.
"Speaking," she said after a brief pause.
"Hi my name is Dan. I'm calling about your ad in the paper today. I was hoping the position was still open," I said.
"It is..." she answered, "But you sound a little young. It's a big property and there are a lot of plants to care for," she said with obvious doubt in her voice.
"I think I can do it ma'am. At least let me come for an interview before you make up your mind," I said hoping she'd give me a chance.
"Well ok but first you'll have to stop calling me ma'am," she laughed in a warm, rich tone. "It's Mrs. Swanson or Ellen if you want. Come by this afternoon and we can go over your credentials."
Wearing a shirt and tie for the interview and had my mother drop me off at what can be best described as The Swanson Estate. It was close enough that I'd be able to bike to work all summer, though for today I got a ride figuring sweat stains might not make the best first impression. I hit the intercom and waited a minute or two until a woman's voice answered and opened the security gate. As I walked the long driveway up to her mansion I was having second thoughts already. The brick wall topped with wrought iron stretched out of sight on either side into to a mini forest of trees and I noticed the immaculate green lawn that covered acre upon acre. Proudly, I noted that I knew most of the plants on sight but the sheer size of the property was quickly dawning on me.
I rang the doorbell and was greeted by her housekeeper. She brought me inside and ushered me to a sitting room where ice water and tea were waiting. I accepted a glass of water and looked around nervously afraid to move. The furniture in this room was probably worth more than my parent's house. 'What would happen if I broke something here?' I thought shuddering to think what it might cost to replace things.
"Hello there Dan," she said sweeping into the room smelling of sweet perfume. Being a horny young man, I noticed was how attractive she was the moment she entered. She looked to be in her late thirties and had her dark brown hair with lighter highlights cut just above her chin. Big brown eyes and a nose that looked a little large for a woman gave an alluring boldness to her features. A necklace of gold and what I thought were sapphires circled her neck and a matching bracelet that looked very expensive but not gaudy. The watch she wore glittered with jewels as did the rings on her fingers. She wore a sleeveless light blue top that showed off her tan and had thicker upper arms than you'd generally see on a younger woman. I studied her nice large breasts and wide childbearing hips beneath the black skirt she wore with an approving eye. Finally, there were her darkly tanned legs ended in a pair of open toes shoes. "I hope you weren't waiting long," she said as I stood to shake her hand.
"Not at all Mrs. Swanson," I said noticing she was just a couple of inches shorter than my six foot one frame. Damn this is what a proper trophy wife is supposed to look like.
"Please sit down," she said with a warm smile. "Still think you can handle it after getting a look at the grounds?" she asked laughing at my stunned expression.
"Well it's bigger than I thought, but I'm willing to give it a try if you'll have me," I said trying to sound confident.
"Then tell me why you think you can do this job," she said pouring a cup of tea for herself.
Handing her my resume, I started by telling her about my three summers of working with the city parks division. I told her about my major in college and my career plans once I graduated, adding some general things about being hard working and dependable. But what really impressed her was when I mentioned the wind damage to one of her trees I had noticed on the walk to the house that would need some attention soon or the tree would be in danger of being lost.
"My gardener left it like that before he went away for the summer and told me not to hire anyone who didn't see it on the way in. I've lost track of the number of people who've been in for an interview but you're the first to mention it. I'm still worried that you're a little inexperienced but I'll give you a chance. If everything goes smoothly for the first week I'll hire you for the summer. Come by Monday morning at eight and I'll introduce you to your crew," she said with a smile.
"Crew?" I asked with a surprised look.
"You didn't think I expected you to handle all of this by yourself did you?" she said chuckling. "I'll still want to see you getting your hands dirty but you'll be the supervisor of over the others. They're all hard workers but none of them know how to manage the property."
"I'll see you Monday morning at eight then," I said, relived I wouldn't be alone but worried over managing the rest of the staff at the same time.
Monday morning was bright and sunny. I left my house at seven on my mountain bike to make sure I was there in plenty of time. Arriving twenty minutes early, I was let in by the housekeeper to wait inside. Looked around the front rooms of the house, I marveled again at the rich furnishings and stunning artwork. I couldn't begin to guess what some of this stuff must be worth.
