I decided to write this story for the day when my memory begins to fade.
Hopefully, I'll be able to find my way back to Literotica and relive this wonderful summer.
As we're sitting around in self isolation because f the Coronavirus, many of us have had time to think back and reminisce of the good times in our lives. I've thought about many of the things I've done, and decided to share one of my favorites. It happened during the summer after I graduated from high school in 1978. Our graduation was held in mid May and the day after, we all hit the streets looking for summer employment to help with college or to purchase a car.
I knew the job market would be tight so I was sitting around pissing and moaning and feeling sorry for myself when my older brother Mike asked what was wrong with me. I told him that the summer job market looked dismal and that I really needed the few extra bucks to help with college that fall. He sat with me for a while and then said, "Let me call my friend Kenny. He graduated last year and managed to get a summer job that was only guaranteed for one year. He told me that the employer always liked to hire a new person each year."
After he called, he told me that Kenny would contact the employer and ask if the position had been filled for this summer. Kenny called that evening and told me the job was still open, and that I should go to 58322 Curry Lane and see Mrs. Martin tomorrow morning. I asked him what the job entailed and he told me to just ask Mrs. Martin tomorrow.
The next morning I dressed in Dockers and a golf shirt and went to the address and was surprised to find a nice two story colonial style brick house on a huge lot. I was later to discover that the lot was actually five acres and included a ½ acre pond and a swimming pool. I walked onto the big porch and rang the doorbell. As I was waiting, I walked back to the top of the steps and admired the beautiful flower beds and landscaping of the front yard.
A soft feminine voice behind me said, "Hello. Can I help you?"
I turned and saw a woman in a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Her legs were tanned and as well toned as a model's. She appeared to be six or seven inches shorter than me, so that would put her at bout 5'5" or 5'6" and her body filled out her clothes very nicely. When I looked at her face, I thought she was quite pretty for an older woman. She had full lips and eyes that were steaming hot. She looked to be in her late 40s until I walked closer and saw the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. Then I guessed her to be in her early to mid 50s. She had on no makeup, but didn't appear to need any; her skin was tan and looked soft. Her smile never left her face. She repeated, "Can I help you, young man?"
"I . . . uh . . . I uh came to um . . . "
"Are you the young man that Kenny called me about? The young man looking for a job this summer?"
"Yes Maam."
She laughed. "My name is Linda Martin. You can just call me Linda. What's your name?"
"Uh . . . my name is Ryan Walker."
"Well, Ryan Walker, please come in. Would you like some ice tea or lemonade?"
"Yes please, Mrs. Mart . . . uh Linda. Lemonade, please." Her beautiful smile never left her face.
She handed me my lemonade and then sat across from me on a small couch. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off her beautifully toned and tanned legs, and she caught me starring at them a few times, but her smile never left her face.
"Did Kenny tell you anything about the job, Ryan Walker?"
"No, Maam. I mean no, Linda," I managed to mumble. "And please call me R-Ryan."
"OK Ryan," she said. "Please come with me." We walked outside and she took me all around her five acre yard, showing me her flower gardens, stone walls, a fish pond, the small lake and several outside sitting areas. As we walked, she told me that she needed someone to maintain her property over the summer. She needed the grass mowed, the gardens weeded, the fish pond cleaned, the outside seating scrubbed, the trees pruned and anything else that needed done. This summer she hoped to add a small stone wall behind the house, and I would be expected to work on that. "Ryan," she said, "I know it sounds like hard work but I am prepared to pay eight dollars per hour (Note that minimum wage in 1978 was about ½ half that amount). What do you say?"
"I'll do it. I enjoy being outside, Linda. Thank you for letting me work here. When can I start?"
"How about tomorrow?
The next day I wore shorts and a tee shirt and spent the entire day on the lawn tractor mowing and weed whacking her lawn. I finished up around 4:30 and Linda brought me out some ice cold lemonade. She had on another pair of short shorts and her ever present smile. "You did a nice job, Ryan. Thank you. Just leave the glass on the porch when you're done. I'm going to the store. See you tomorrow."
As she walked away, I found myself looking at those legs and then realized that she also had a great looking ass, especially for an older woman. I stood there drinking my lemonade and thought of the three girls that I had had sex with during the past year, and realized that, even though they were much younger, their bodies really couldn't hold a candle to Linda's.
The next day I was weeding one of her flower gardens near her pool. In the early afternoon, she came outside in a nice two piece bathing suit. It might have been too skimpy for most women her age, but Linda looked great wearing it. I took a break at 2:00 to get some water, and Linda called me over. "Ryan, I was wondering if you would put sun lotion on my back. Please?"
"Y-yes, Mrs. . . L-Linda," I stammered.
She smiled at me and then reached back and unfastened the top of her suit and then lay back down. I put the lotion on my hands and nervously started rubbing it onto her back. Now, in my defense, I have to say that all would have been OK, if she just hadn't started softly moaning while I applied the lotion. I heard the "Mmmmmm! Oh hmmmm." And the next thing you know, I have a woody like I've never had before. I didn't want to stop rubbing the lotion onto her soft tanned back, but I was getting close to coming. She turned her head towards me and her face was just inches from my hard cock. I could tell by the laugh lines on her eyes and mouth that she was smiling, and said, "Did I do that?" She reached out her index finger and very lightly rubbed it around where she thought the head of my cock was, and that was all she wrote. I came in my pants. That was one of the most humiliating things that I've ever done, and I've done a lot of dumb stuff.
