Message-ID: <15391eli$9809180547@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15391.txt>
From: HawkRds@aol.com
Subject: New Story: {Hawk Richards} "When Summer Comes" (MF voy, mast, slight bd)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit
Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <473ee70f.36021d23@aol.com>

"When Summer Comes"
By Hawk Richards

Disclaimer: 18+ Only! This story contains adult situations and
should not be read by minors. All rights are reserved by Hawk
Richards (hawkrds@aol.com) and may not be sold in
any manner. You may not sell or repost this story without my
permission. 

Note:  I always appreciate feedback!  So send me some.

***

"When Summer Comes"
(c) 09/17/98 Hawk Richards
hawkrds@aol.com
Aprx.  2200 words.

When summer rolled around, I was broke like every other
college student, and usually during summer break, I would work
odd jobs to make pocket money for the following semester. Two
summers ago, it was no different from the rest, except I was
lucky enough to land a job as a gardener for Ms. Statton, the
local rich bitch. 

I didn't mind the work because I have always liked the outdoors
and it kept me in pretty good shape. Working for Ms. Statton
wasn't that bad either. She rarely ever checked up on me or
gave me any grief. Plus, the job had a couple of great fringe
benefits like watching her sunbathe by the pool. For an older
lady, I'd say around 40ish, she was in great shape, a real
looker. She was about 5' 6" and had the body of a woman half
her age, well toned and curvy. Her breasts were average, but
looked much bigger on her petite frame. They weren't saggy like
the old ladies at the local swimming pool. No, they were plump
and firm. When she wore her skimpy bikini, I used to watch
them jiggle and bounce as she changed positions. I had many
masturbation fantasies about her that summer.

Pretty soon, I noticed her routine. She would sunbathe for an
hour, then go inside to take a bath or a shower. I knew this
because I would see her with a towel on her head, and she
never went swimming. Several times, I had to use her bathroom,
so I knew that it was on the first floor. It was then that I became
what is commonly referred to as a "peeping" Tom. 

I would trim the rose bushes outside of the window, just out of
her sight. She would slowly take off her swimsuit, revealing her
awesome breasts and tight ass, and then she would bend over
to test the water. If I hadn't checked out if I could be seen or not
from inside the bathroom before I started my peeping, I would
have sworn she was giving me a show. 

At the end of the summer, I finished up the yardwork for the last
time, then walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and
waited. She opened the door, dressed in a fluffy white robe. She
was either getting ready for a bath or had just taken one. 

"It's your last day isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, and I really enjoyed working for you Ms. Statton, but
summer's over and I have to be getting back to school next
week. The lawn's mowed, bushes trimmed and I even cleaned
up that spot behind the tool shed. You know, the one with all
the broken glass?"

"Why thank you, Andrew! Please, come inside," she said,
motioning into her living room. "Have a seat, I'll get you a drink.
Is a beer ok?"

"Uh, sure. Thanks Ms. Statton," I said, bewildered by her down
home treatment. I had spoken to her a few times before and she
was always, well, kinda stuck up. I figured that I would go with
the flow and drink my beer, thank her for letting me work for her
and go on my merry way. 

"Call me Kate. So, what are you studying at school?" Kate asked.

I took a swig from the beer, and then answered: "Biology." I was
ready for her questions then. It was the normal "what are you
studying?" and "how do you like it?" conversation that most of
my mother's friends usually asked. 

"College, huh? I bet you get to fuck a lot of those pretty young
co-eds, eh?" she asked.

I did a spit take, spewing my beer from my lips like one of those
corny sit-coms on TV. "Oops, I'll clean that up," I said, changing
the subject to the beer spillage. 

"It's all right. I'm sure it will come out," she grinned. "You didn't
answer my question though."

"Well, I have had a few girlfriends while at college. Why?" 

"Just curious," she smiled. "Please, sit down and get
comfortable. I won't bite."

"Thanks," I said, as I sat politely in a chair across the room
from her. I had the uneasy feeling that Kate had either caught
me spying on her or she was bored enough to make me her
play thing for the afternoon. Not that I would have minded being
her plaything, it was just that I had never thought there was a
chance to make my fantasy come true. 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Not right now. I'm sort of in between girlfriends --" I stammered,
wondering if this was leading to where I thought it was leading.
And, was I ready? 

"I saw you watching me," she said in a serious tone. Alarm
bells sounded in my head as I had an image of my mother
telling all her friends that I had shamed the family by becoming
a voyeuristic pervert.

"I guess, I should get going?" I asked, wondering if she wanted
me to leave or stay. 

 "Why? Didn't you like what you saw?"

"Uh, well, I'm really sorry Ma'am. Yes, I did. Really. I don't know
what to say --" I said as the fear quavered in my voice. 

"Shh, it's ok! I wanted you to watch me."

"You did?" I asked.

"It's been a bit boring around here since Merle died," she
sighed. 

"You must get lonely --"

"You would think that I would, wouldn't you? But, I don't. Life's
 too short and much too fun to wither up and die, I always say."

"Yeah," I agreed. I didn't know what to talk about with her. It
seemed like everything that I said was either too stupid or she
had already mentioned in our conversation. I figured that she 
would get sick of me soon enough, so I just sat there with a 
dumb look on my face. I was in shock.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure, anything."

"Would you draw my bath?" she asked. A mischievous grin
appeared on her face. .

"Uh, ok," I said, scampering into the bathroom with my tail
between my legs. I was sweating like a pig as I ran the water. 

"I'll be right there, make sure the water is HOT! I like it hot," she
said.

When Kate walked through the door, wearing absolutely
nothing, my jaw must have dropped to the floor in amazement. It
was one thing to see her naked through the window, but to
actually see her right in front of me, knowing that I was there! 

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Get your clothes off. NOW!"
she ordered. 

She slowly got into the tub, sinking into the mass of bubbles. I
could see the tops of her breasts almost floating on the water.
"Is that for me?" she asked, pointing at my erection. 

"Yes, do you like it?" I asked, trying to sound macho. 

Kate ignored the comment, and went about her normal routine
of scrubbing. I just sat on the toilet with my prick in my hand.
She didn't seem to mind that I was jacking off in front of her; in
fact, she would look over from time to time. It was so surreal,
sitting on her toilet whacking my meat as she took a bath. I
would lean closer and closer, trying to get a good look at
various parts she was washing. 

"Could you wash my back for me?" she asked, as she leant
forward. 

I couldn't believe it! I was actually going to be able to touch her.
The woman of my fantasies was going to let me scrub her back.
I rushed to her side, my penis bobbing around comically from
my groin. I rushed so fast that I almost slipped on the tile floor. 

"Mmm, be careful. Wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself,"
she said, tugging playfully on my joint. 

I lathered up my hand, and proceeded to scrub her back. Soon,
it became more of a massage than a scrub. Her breathing
became relaxed and she was almost purring with delight. With
each breath, I would get closer and closer to the sides of her
breasts. She didn't stop me as I cupped them under the water. I
squeezed her soft pillowy flesh, caressed her nipples with the
palms of my hand, and slowly started to kiss her long elegant
neck. I straddled the edge of the tub to get into a better
position, which caused the water to splash all around us. 

I was now completely wet as the water cascaded over the edge
of the tub. 

"It's getting a bit cramped in here. Help me dry off," she said, as
she stood up. Rivulets of water dribbled and dripped down her
perfect body. I reached for the body size towel, wrapped it
around her, drying her off, warming her up from the shock of the
cool air. The same cool breeze that air-dried my body. 

I was still erect, painfully so. Hugging her from behind, I pressed
myself against her. I needed some kind of relief, and I tried to
communicate this to her by dry humping her side. She led me
by my hand into her bedroom. 

"Lie down!" she ordered.

As I lay on her bed, Kate pulled out some silk scarves, tied
them to my ankles and wrists before securing them to the
bedposts. I was so horny that I would have let her do anything
to me. The thought of being in such a submissive position was
more of a turn on than anything else. I wasn't scared like I might
have been if she had asked for me to do it in the beginning. I
had come too close to getting in the sack with her. I wanted to
go all the way, even if it meant that I had to be tied up. 

Kate toyed with my dick, pulling at it, rubbing it and poking it
with her finger. I kept trying to buck my hips to get some kind of
steady friction from her, but she kept up the tease. Then without
warning she enclosed her hand around the base of cock. She
just held it there with a tight grip, before she started to give me
the best hand job I had ever gotten. 

She could sense that I was about to orgasm, so she stopped. I
kept begging her to continue, but she just kept smiling at me.
She never said a word as she straddled my face, pressing her
cunt onto my mouth. The heady aroma made my cock twitch.
Kate was devoid of hair down there, which has always been a
turn on for me. The feel of her smooth pussy on my lips, slick with
her arousal, brought out the animal in me. I stuck my tongue
out to cherish her. Kate tasted as good as she looked, a bit
tangy but sweet. She rode my face to her first orgasm, and I
tasted her cunt juice as she came. 

Not long after she had her release, she scooted down my body,
until her moist opening was positioned over my tortured cock.
Without teasing, Kate descended upon my organ, letting it part
her lusty cuntal lips as my cock went further and further inside
of her hot tunnel. 

It was all business now. She worked herself up and down my
cock, rewarding us with her efforts. Her breasts dangled in front
of my face, just far enough out of reach that I couldn't suck on
her nipples. It drove me wild as I tried to catch one in between
my lips. 

I shot my load after she had seemingly cum herself, and she
stayed on top of me until my cock started to shrink inside of
her. Kate released me soon afterwards. The first thing I did was
hold her to me with such force that I think she couldn't breathe,
but she kept chuckling a sensual laugh that made me want to
take her again. 

"I don't suppose you want to come back next year and work for
me do you?" she asked.

My answer was a physical one. I pushed her onto her back, and
suckled her breasts. I took my time, taking extra special care of
her needs. I flicked Kate's rubbery nipples with my tongue,
before I would give them a slight nibble. Her hands ran through
my hair, pulling me closer to her bosom. Her succulent breasts
were mashed into my face, and I was in heaven.

"I'll take that as a yes?" she asked between panted breaths.

I grunted to the affirmative as I traced a path down too her
hairless snatch. This time, it was my turn to tease. I kissed and
licked all around her pussy, never touching the labia or her clit. I
watched a droplet of my own cum dribble out of her hole. 

I mounted her soon enough, slowly inserting my cock, which
had come back to life hard and erect. The feelings were
exquisite. I didn't care about my own release as I gauged hers
arousal by her facial expressions. She liked it slow and
sensual, so I did my best to not ram my cock in and out of her
as quickly as I would have liked. It didn't take long before we
were both coming again.

Hawk Richards (HawkRds@aol.com)

You can find more of my stores at
Hawk Richards' Storyboard 
(http://members.aol.com/hawkrds)

 


-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>