In a few months time I was going to be 18 years old, a fit guy with nothing much to do. I had two months to kill between leaving school and going to university. Many of my friends were spending their time backpacking around the World, but I didn't fancy doing that. I decided to try and get some work experience and build up some funds so I wouldn't spend my university years as a typical poor student. I didn't really want the sort of job where I was expected to get up early every morning, and spend five whole days a week in a boring office or local supermarket.
It was my mum's idea. She suggested that I offer my services to neighbours doing basic gardening and handy man work. So I placed an advert in the local shop and sorted through the tools in the garage to make sure I had the right equipment for doing the job.
After a few days I'd received only one enquiry and I made arrangements to visit my new client, a Mrs McNeil. It was a hot sunny day, and after a shower I laid out on the bed the clothes I was going to wear. I love getting dressed in front of my full length bedroom mirror. I dried myself with the towel, and then gazed at my image in the mirror. Not too bad I thought as I lazily fondled my cock. It was getting semi-hard, and like any teenager I felt the urge to lie on my bed, and slowly wank myself whilst watching in the mirror. I resisted, as I was already running late for my appointment. I slipped into a pair of shorts and a cut off T-shirt and went off to see Mrs McNeil.
Mrs McNeil welcomed me with a cup of tea and some biscuits, and insisted I sit with her for a chat at the kitchen table before I started doing the gardening. She told me that she would be fifty this year, and was a widower. Her husband had died ten years earlier. She asked me to call her Joan. I said please call me Tom. I could see that when she was younger she'd been a very beautiful woman. She was still quite good looking now. Her skin tone and figure could have passed for a woman twenty years younger. I finished my tea and suggested I should get on with mowing the lawn for her. She agreed but asked me to do the edges first. I went and got the edging tool and started to neaten the lawn. I was just beside her front room window and could hear her on the phone.
"Well he's here, and God he's sexy. Well built, blue eyes, blonde hair and a body to die for."
I assumed she was talking about me and was rather embarrassed. I knew I shouldn't be listening in. But she could not see me and I was intrigued to hear what else she would say.
"If I was ten years younger he would be all mine. He's wearing very tight shorts which leave little to the imagination. I can see the outline of his cock, he looks big and thick to me."
Well I was shocked, I moved quickly away from the window and ran to her shed for sanctuary. I considered just quietly leaving, with out saying goodbye. But then I could hear her calling my name. With trepidation I went to her kitchen to see what she wanted. She'd made another cup of tea, and motioned for me to sit on a high stool. She sat in a low arm chair facing me. My crotch at her eye level. She asked me various questions, usual stuff about university, and if I had a girlfriend. When I said I hadn't she went a bit over the top and asked if I was gay. I assured her I wasn't, and as for girlfriend situation, I'd had a few, but was currently waiting for the right one to come along. During this grilling her eyes never left my crotch.
It was a strange feeling, I was trying so hard not to get aroused, but could feel myself stiffening. I made my excuses and rushed out to do the lawn. As I was leaving she paid me, and asked if I could do her every week. Her exact words! I agreed.
"Just make sure you wear those shorts again, and would you bring me a picture of yourself as well Tom?"
"OK," I said, "I will see you next week same time. Bye for now."
When I arrived the following week the tea and biscuits were waiting on the table, and the stool and arm chair were set up in the same position.
"Ah good to see you are wearing those shorts again." she said. "And did you remember that photograph I asked you for?"
"Yep I did Joan." I said, as I pulled the photo from my pocket. It was a nice one of me standing outside my school on the last day. Resplendent in school uniform. Joan took the photo and adjusted her glasses.
"Oh, I see," she said, "It's not quite what I was hoping for Tom."
I was confused, "What were you expecting?" I asked.
"Do you have a digital camera?" she asked.
"Well no, I don't, and I still don't understand." I said.
"Well, I'm an old lady, well old compared to you that is. And now I think about it, I've never been much of a lady either during my life. It's just that I hoped you might have a photo that may be...what shall we say? Er..... well revealing, yes, that's the word."
"Oh!" I said.
"Look, Tom, you have this." she said and she reached into a cupboard and passed a small box to me. It was a brand new state of the art digital camera!
"On the condition you take a few photo's for me every now and again to keep an old lady happy. Do you agree?"
I mumbled a sort of yes, I would try.
"There's another thing, can you come here every day for a couple of hours? You can just do a little bit of gardening every day, and spend the rest of the time chatting to me. I will still pay you for all the hours you are here. The only people I see are other women my age group, and it would be great to have some new young blood to talk to. What do you think Tom?" She asked.
Well, I didn't have anything else to do, and in a way I felt a duty to keep this elderly lady happy. She was just as bored as I was, so I agreed. I mowed the lawn, got paid and went home clutching the camera in my hands. After a shower I stood in front of the mirror, and holding the camera tried various poses out. I was getting excited just viewing myself in this way, and could see my reflected cock growing in size. I took about ten pictures of my semi-erect cock. I then deleted them all, these pictures were not for any one else to see. So I took some others, more artistic, suggestive but no view of my private parts.
As I got used to using the camera I decided to try out the video function. I set the camera up on my bedside table so it was pointing straight at my cock whilst I was lying on my bed. With my left hand I stroked my balls, and my right hand encircled my shaft squeezing hard to force precum to the tip. I pulled my foreskin right back and using my fingers spread the precum all over the top of my cock to provide lubrication. With the camera on, it was like being watched, which aroused me further. Using both palms I moved up and down my shaft rapidly and felt that amazing build up of tension as I longed for that release. And I came, and boy did I come. The cum hit me in the face, and as I lay there shuddering I could feel my prick like a pump, spurting again and again, every few seconds, until I was empty.
The next day I took the camera to Joan. I already deleted the video after watching it. The camera had run out of memory before the end, so the best bit was not captured. And there was no way I was going to let anyone see that!
I sat on the stool and handed the camera to Joan. She looked at the pictures and sighed.
"Mmmm, they are nice pictures." She said, "But I can't see all of what I was hoping for."
"Oh, sorry," I said, "I didn't want to offend you. I didn't know what you wanted to see exactly?" I replied.
"Stand up Tom, and remove your shirt and come over to me."
In a sort of trance I did as she asked. Her hands gently stroked my arms and then my chest, her fingers traced around my nipples and ran down towards the top of my shorts. She gently eased them down until they were on the floor. My cock was stiff in my pants, bulging out towards her face. She stroked the outline, then suddenly grabbed my buttocks and shoved me forward into her face. She nibbled on my erection through my pants. With a gasp I pulled away, but as I did her hands tore at my pants which fell to the floor. I stood there fully exposed, with my cock in her hand, only inches away from her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled.
"You OK with this Tom?" She asked.
"I think so." I mumbled.
"My oh my! Look at this lovely cock! So full, so big, so ready and so many wonderful adventures to look forward to." She said, as she gently pulled my foreskin back and forth.
"Spread your legs a little." She said, and not quite believing what was happening I did as I was asked.
She gently massaged my balls with one hand and with her other moved her hand up and down my shaft, But instead of going straight up and down as I always did, and as my previous girlfriends had, she did a circular twisting movement which was far more sensual. I moaned in pleasure and then grabbed her hands to stop myself coming.
Her bright green eyes sparkled with delight as she gazed up at me.
"You're young and fit, how many times can you come in a day?"
"I don't know really." I replied.
"Oh come on Tom! All young lads like to find that out. Shut up in their bedrooms, looking at pornographic magazines, and wanking themselves stupid."
"I suppose three is the most I've ever done."
"We will see." She said. And with a savage twist of her right hand on my cock she simultaneously pinched a place under my balls with her left, and I was amazed to see my cum gushing over her face and then she pulled my cock into her mouth to gobble up the last drops. She led me back to my stool, and I sat there in a daze. She washed out a face cloth and kneeled at my feet as she wiped clean my cock and balls. I could see my cum still on her face, on her lips, and every now and again her tongue flicked out to taste it.
"Now we go to bed please." She said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement and she guided me to her bedroom.
I was beginning to get worried, could I manage to perform for Joan? What would happen when I saw her naked? Would it put me off? So far I had used my vivid imagination and hadn't really thought about her age. I stood there naked as she closed the curtains. The dimness in the room would help I thought, but then she pushed a switch which brightened the room like Blackpool illuminations. I covered my eyes.
"Wow! That's so bright." I said.
"It's for the camera." She said and pointed to her dresser. I looked and could see a Hi- Tech camera pointing straight towards the bed.
"You're going to video us?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh yes," she said, "An old lady must have memories to look back at. You don't mind do you? No one else will ever see it, it's just for my private use only."
"Er...well OK then." I replied.
I was having great doubts about my ability to do anything now, and was looking at the camera with fear.
"Look at me." Said Joan. And I turned back towards her.
She was standing by the headboard of her very lacy bed, and pulled the covers right off so there was only an under sheet and pillows left on it. She was wearing a very simple summer dress, which she pulled up over her head. Underneath she was naked, and I gasped.
Her medium size breasts were full and round, not sagging at all. The nipples were erect and inviting. My eyes traversed down to her stomach, not flat but OK. Her rounded hips looked like a twenty year old girl in her prime. With a start I noticed she had no pubic hair, she was shaved smooth. Her legs were not her best feature, but I'd seen worse on younger women. She obviously went to a tanning centre, as her whole body was golden brown. She reached behind her head and unclipped her hair which cascaded down to just below her breasts. It was mostly brown, but with a few grey streaks running through. But it had body, and shine. She removed her glasses, and the transformation was complete, from granny to foxy younger lady.
