Iāve developed a real familiarity which Charlie. He was in my class years ago. We stayed friendly. Heās been cutting my lawn for 7 or 8 years now and its no big deal for him to just pop in the house and use the bathroom or raid the fridge for a soda when heās done doing the lawn. Over the Years Iāve been watching him develop and grow up from a scrawny 10-year-old kid to 6ā5ā 175lb. Mountain of athletic muscle Heās the blond all-American boy with big broad shoulders. A young Adonis with sky blue eyes and the world on a platter set out before him. With a handsome knockout smile that puts everyone who ever meets him instantly at ease.
He always comes in the house after finishing the lawn to BS or have a snack. After a while he says he has to head out and then I pay him for the job and off he goes... this has been our routine for years. I have always given him a generous tip. I know heās usually working towards saving for something he wants. When he was 10 it was a bike at 14 a computer, and at 16 a car.
After his High School graduation the summer drifted by and this was going to be one of the last times Charlie would cut my lawn before this 18 year old embarked on his Ivy League freshman adventure. Several prestigious schools courted him. As an academic and a jock he had success written all over him and everyone seemed to know it.
I end up watching him as he works, his cut-ff shorts a bit too short with holes in the ass. Charlieās muscular legs were glistening from the sweat of the days work. I catch my breath as he effortlessly lifts off the grass bag to dump it in the compost pile. Every muscle group perfectly defined beneath his tight t-shirt. I touch myself as he removes his shirt and hangs it from his back pocket. He has the smallest patch of hair leading like a trail down his bellybutton to the waistband of his briefs a mysterious bulge is outlined by his tight holey shorts.
I reach into my shorts and begin to rub my hard swollen clit. I gently squeeze it between my fingers as I stroke it. I imagine itās Charlieās fingers touching me. I feel him pushing aside my silky black thong to caress me and dip between my soaking wet slit. I bring myself to a quick orgasm imagining what was hidden behind that denim. My nipples tingle and ache at the thought of exploring his body or the thought of his perfect mouth sucking hungrily at my breasts. Coming out of my orgasmic haze I realize I watched him cut the whole lawn. It went by in an instant. And now heās almost to the door coming into the kitchen as usual. Flushed and hurried I pull my hand out of my pants. The last thing I need is my former student catching me masturbating.
As the screen door opens this handsome man walks into my kitchen. What a revelation to realize that heās not that little boy anymore. Heās grown into a sizable young man. One Iām sure all the girls line-up to swoon or get his attention. All grown up and a handsome jock cutting lawns for extra cash so he can take his little cheerleaders out for hand jobs. I bet the girls are begging to give this guy blowjobs. I wonder if heās ever had a decent one? Heās never mentioned any one girl before. There is no one heās taken a serious interest in at least when Iāve asked.
He comes into the kitchen his usually jolly self and leans on the counter as I pretend to finish the dishes. I can feel my cheeks are still flushed and warmā¦my dark hair falling into my face as I try to carry on an innocent conversation after bringing myself to excruciating height thinking about this young man. He stands so near me as we chat. I smell the summer sunshine effects on his skin. That musky clean smell that comes from a good days work.
Itās the usual stupid chitchat about his college plans and who it was that he took to the Prom this year. The banter continues to goes back and forth between us. I finish the dishes and get him a sandwich to snack on. As he sits at the kitchen table. Now I see that little boy again sitting there eating a bologna sandwich, I canāt help myself I tousle his hair on the top of his head. He laughs and cracks, āHey Mrs. P watch the hair⦠Iām not 10 anymore.ā We both laugh but I'm not really paying attention my mind is racing elsewhere....
I debate with myself, āI want this young manā¦. But would he want some woman 15 years older then him. Iām not that hard on the eyes. Oh, Hell, itās worth a try. Hubbyās sexual interests have begun to wane. Iām in better shape now than in High school, definitely more flexible and better-experiencedā¦Hey, the worst that could happen is he says noā¦nothing gained nothing lost."
I go to get his money. He stands and puts his plate in the sink for me then leans on the counter waiting for his payment. I turn and ask him if it he has change for a $20. He doesn't ...so I explain that I won't be able to give him his usual tip. I hand him the $20 but my fingers linger in his palm and ask,
āCan I can do something else for a tip this week?ā I slide other hand and seductively caress his thigh, āHow about a really good blow job instead?ā I ask with a sly smile.
He laughs nervously, āheh heh heh...very funny Mrs.P....don't worry about the tip. You can pay me next week.ā
āArenāt you leaving for college soon? Oh Charlie, I can't in good conscience let you leave like thatā¦Please let me try and persuade you.ā
My hand moves to the lump forming quickly in his cutoffs. I see the look in his eyes...he starts to say no and hesitates. Instead his hands reach for me, He cradles my face and pulls me up to his 6ā5ā frame for a kiss....
We seem to move in slow motion our tongues dancing and exploring. Each burning kiss elicits whimpers from deep within me. There I such passion in this boys kisses, a need, a fervor I hadnāt felt in years. It feels so good to be wanted.