Special thanks to Lilguy for the concept, the set up, and permission to use altered parts of a story I'd already written for him on Chyoo. Thanks again!
Another foot beat down on the black machine. Diana Tate held her head high as she ran on her treadmill, sweat trickling down her brow as she pumped calorie after calorie out of her system. As the years passed and her age grew in number, it became important to her to keep her figure trim and healthy. Not that there was anyone else around to notice. Stewart, her ex-husband, had left her for a much younger woman years ago. Now she was a 57-year-old divorcee, but a 57-year-old divorcee with a killer figure.
Outside, the summer sun beat down on the neighborhood, seeming to highlight the young boy mowing lawns. He had turned nineteen this summer, an event that not many had remembered. Since Diana had lived next to Dean's family for the last twenty years, and had celebrated the young man's birth with his parents, she had sent a card and twenty dollars for him to spend. She had received no thank you.
Diana had watched from inside her lonely home as Dean celebrated with his family. There were no girls to celebrate with, no friends from school. He was a loner, like Diana, and as she watched him through her window a plan to end her loneliness had formed in her mind.
Diana had planned it with determination. Each day she watched Dean mow lawns while she ran on her treadmill, earning extra money for his schooling. She would find new excuses to go outside to be that much closer to his glistening dark body, hoping every day that he would take off his shirt and reveal his chest. There were no glistening muscles, and in fact his limbs seemed a bit awkward and gawky. But that just added to his charm.
Picking up the phone, Diana took a long drink. It took a bit of courage to reach out and ask for what she wanted and her heart beat as she feared Dean's mother might discover what her game was.
"Brenda?" Diana said into the phone, taking another sip of her long island iced tea. "Do you think you could send your son over here this afternoon? My yard could really use some attention, and my regular boy canceled."
"Miss Tate, I'm sure Dean would be more than happy to. He could use some more money for his books this term, too. I keep telling him money doesn't grow on trees."
Diana laughed merrily into the phone, all the while thinking of how false her laugh sounded. "Thanks, Brenda. I'll be expecting him shortly."
Taking another long drink, Diana closed her eyes and imagined Dean's young body in front of her eyes. It was small, but strong, and just the thought of him sent a shiver down her spine. It didn't matter to her that the boy was nearly forty years her junior, or that he was undoubtedly a virgin. In fact, those two combined made her wet just thinking about it. He would be over soon, and she would need to hurry.
The back yard was fenced in from all the neighbors, trees blocking most other ways inside. The only real way to get there was through the house, and as far as Diana knew nothing could penetrate the fence. It would be the perfect scene for her planned seduction.
When the doorbell rang Diana walked calmly over, throwing the door wide open and grinning at the young man.
"Hello, Dean," she smiled. "Won't you come inside?"
"Thank you, Miss Tate," the boy said. Even with such a simple introduction he was embarrassed, an adorable blush rising to his brown cheeks. He stepped inside, his eyes wandering straight to Diana, taking in her trim figure dressed in a tight sundress. Blushing even hotter, he looked frantically around Diana's large living room. It was cute how he tried to hide where his attention had first gone. Diana thought he looked grubby in such clean surroundings, but it was an attractive sort of dishevel that made her hot inside.
"Well I guess you'd better get to work."
"Yes, ma'am."
Diana led Dean to the yard, closing the sliding door behind them. She took out her lawnmower and stood on her deck, preparing to watch him work.
"Uhm, Miss Tate, are you going to stand there the whole time?" Dean asked, his voice quivering. It was Diana's turn to blush and she shook her head curtly.
"I'll be inside, Dean," she said. "Come in when you're finished, alright?"
Diana went inside and struggled not to watch the young man through her kitchen windows. She had watched him so many times next door, and across the street; but now that he was so close, she felt ashamed and almost unable to take a peek out of the window. Instead, Diana tried to psych herself out. She was going to go through with this, but she needed to adopt the attitude first.
The sound of the lawnmower stopped, and the silence that filled the empty house seemed overwhelming. Diana took another breath, put on her most confident smile, and opened the back door.
"Dean! Good job! It looks lovely. Won't you come in for a drink?"
"A…Drink?" The boy's forehead was dripping with perspiration. He looked boyish and manly all at once, his innocent features looking at Diana with curiosity.
Diana smiled. Maybe some of the energy she was throwing his way was being noticed after all. The clothes she wore were the same she had answered the door with, but her fear had been left in the house.
"It's getting a little late," Dean said, looking at the sky. The afternoon was settling in, but the sun wasn't even ready to go down.
"Nonsense," Diana said, gulping. She hoped her disappointment wasn't showing in her eyes. "Come inside with me. I'll fix you something to drink."
Dean nodded and Diana smiled again, willing herself to look her best. Her mature body was well endowed, and she knew from glances in the mirror every day that she was far from unattractive. There should be no problem luring Dean into the next stages of her plans.
Pulling out a chair, Diana nodded her head. Dean took the offered seat at the kitchen table as she went to the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice.
"Want me to spice it up for you?" she asked. Before receiving any answer she took down her vodka and poured a good amount into the glass. "Ever had a screwdriver before, Dean?"
Dean shook his head, his eyes wide as she offered the cup to him.
"Go ahead," Diana said throatily. "You'll like it. I promise."
