I’ve developed a real familiarity which Charlie. He was in my class years ago. We stayed friendly. He’s 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 he’s done doing the lawn. Over the Years I’ve been watching him develop and grow up from a scrawny 10-year-old kid to 6’5” 175lb. Mountain of athletic muscle He’s 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 he’s 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. Charlie’s 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 it’s Charlie’s 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 he’s 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 he’s not that little boy anymore. He’s grown into a sizable young man. One I’m 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 he’s ever had a decent one? He’s never mentioned any one girl before. There is no one he’s taken a serious interest in at least when I’ve 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 warm…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.
It’s 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 can’t help myself I tousle his hair on the top of his head. He laughs and cracks, “Hey Mrs. P watch the hair… I’m not 10 anymore.” We both laugh but I'm not really paying attention my mind is racing elsewhere....
I debate with myself, “I want this young man…. But would he want some woman 15 years older then him. I’m not that hard on the eyes. Oh, Hell, it’s worth a try. Hubby’s sexual interests have begun to wane. I’m in better shape now than in High school, definitely more flexible and better-experienced…Hey, the worst that could happen is he says no…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,