The family was out shopping. I was left at home to begin my favorite weekly duty. Not! Mowing the lawn. It’s a big lawn and I do it with a self propelled push mower because it’s about all the exercise I get. Takes me about three hours if I don’t take too many breaks.
I squared off a corner and spied a figure jogging down our country lane. I couldn’t make out who it was yet, but I hoped it wasn’t my neighbor, Trudy. She would stop and yak for an hour about nothing. I kept mowing and another revolution brought me back about. It wasn’t Trudy--it was her daughter, Enid, back from her first year of college. And boy, had she changed! Her bouncing breasts were encased in one of those jogging bras. This was not the flat chested little girl who baby-sat our kids. She had these long tapered legs and slim hips and waist. Kind of broad shoulders. I couldn’t believe our neighbor’s daughter had morphed into Angelina Fuckin’ Jolie!
I quickly made another circuit--okay, maybe I missed some grass--to time it so we passed each other. I held my mighty machine with one hand, pushing confidently. I guess I was trying to impress her with my mid-forties know-how. Jesus, a wet stain of sweat darkened the place between her tits.
Enid jogged by and waved. I took the wrong hand off the mower to debonairly return her wave and the damn thing stalled. She turned around and ran backwards for a few yards, laughing at me. Then she turned back around and jogged away, her lush backside rippling with each stride and her red-blond ponytail bouncing in the air. Jesus Christ, when did she grow up, I thought?
I restarted the mower and continued mowing, now enjoying a bit of a fantasy as I went. Okay, it had something to do with two young breasts squeezed around my turgid erection--I’m only human. Because of said fantasy and maybe the vibration of the handle of the mower on my groin, my dick began to fill my shorts.
About twenty minutes later, I was working on this steep hill to the side of our house. I had gotten the mower to the top and turned it around, I had just started back down when a voice loudly said my name.
“Mr. Moore!”
I turned at the sound, slipped on the freshly mowed grass and went ass over teakettle down the hill on my back. The mower escaped my grasp and rolled further, shutting itself off.
From my perch on my ass, I saw Enid rush over to grab the mower.
“Oh, jeez, Mr. Moore,” she exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“S’all right,” I mumbled.
She dragged the mower over to me, and all right, I couldn’t help but notice those tits bobbing gently as she did. When she reached me, she extended a hand to help me up. I was still a foot or two up the hill and as I stood my semi-hard bulge brushed against her left breast. A jolt of embarrassment went through me.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Mmm?” she replied, raising her eyebrow. She wasn’t directly acknowledging the contact but there was a glint of something in her eye.
I took my hand away. “Nothing.”
“Well, I’m sorry I made you fall. I just wanted to know if I could get a drink of water.” She put her hands on the back of her hips, the movement caused her breasts to rise and fall sweetly. Her body gleamed from her run.
I looked up the road the hundred yards or so to her parents house--not that far to run for a glass of water--and said, “Sure.”
I led her into the kitchen.
“How long have you been back, Enid?”
“Bout a week, I guess.”
“How was your first year?”
“Great! It was so good to get away from the ‘rents, y’know.”
I handed her a glass of cold water from the fridge. She took a sip then placed the icy glass to her throat. A line of moisture began to trail down over her collarbone toward the place between her breasts.
“Freedom, I guess,” she continued. “Once you get away you find there’s a whole world out there, y’know what I mean?”
I nodded and smiled with her. My eye on that bead of moisture as it traveled under her bra between her round breasts.
Enid took a long drink and pulled the glass away too quickly. A drop of water fell down and landed on her right nipple. It saturated the fabric and the nipple stiffened, poking its way through.
“Oops,” she said, with a shiver. “Feels kind of good, though. I mean, Mr. M, the guys out there--and I’m not talking boys--I’m talking MEN. The things they can do for you.”
I nodded and smiled again.
Enid dipped her fingers in the cool liquid and rubbed the back of her neck with them. As she raised her arm to do this, her tit bounced again.
“I mean, maybe there are men here, too. But one needs the freedom to discover them, right?
“Right--absolutely!” I rejoined. I quickly turned to the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of water. When I turned back, she was rubbing water on her tan, very trim stomach. I also noticed her other nipple, the left one, was now wet and upstanding, pushing against the fabric. Another mistake?
“Gosh, I wish I could just dump this cold water all over me!” she exclaimed. “It feels so good.”
I nearly said, Go ahead! Please!
But she continued by tipping the glass to her lips and, watching me with slitted eyes, draining it. Then she came very close to me, her lush body moving in long slow strides, and handed me the glass.