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Warning: This story contains sexual situations and is to be read by
adults only. If you are underage, turn back now. I mean it.
This is a first story. Input is encouraged.
Yard Work
By Monika Blue
©1999
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Yard Work
I noticed the knot of young boys up ahead and my interest was piqued.
Loud music rocked from the front porch - it was one of those
well-earned, sweet hot days in late summer, a warm and voluptuous
late afternoon. I calculated from behind my sunglasses as I swung
down the street: 5 boys, ages 14 to 17, one swinging a golf club, all
of them ducking their heads one by one and stealing long looks at me
as I approached. The sun was behind my back was undoubtedly
silhouetting my legs through my short full skirt. My hips rolled a
bit more as their hormone-fueled preening did it's business on me.
They parted as I approached to let me pass on the sidewalk. I
couldn't resist slowing down and lowering my glasses - making sure
they got a good look at my barely contained cleavage and flashed them
a brilliant smile.
"Afternoon, Boys" I purred, taking a deep breath of the
pheromone-laden air that surrounded us. "Mmmm... you all smell
great!" I flipped the hem of my skirt at the tallest one as I passed.
The all stood speechless for a moment, then reacted as one - laughing
and punching each other on the arm. They were just so cute! I
stopped short about a half block away, struck by a brilliant idea.
Just perfect for the start of a long weekend for which I had no plans.
I sauntered back to the small but mighty group. "Excuse me, boys" I
turned up the hint of southern accent which I came by honestly, "but I
don't suppose any of y'all would be interested in making a little
money this weekend by helping a poor old lonely maiden lady out with a
few chores around her house, would you?" I lowered my sunglasses
again, laying on them the full impact of my expressive green eyes.
"Um…" the tallest one said, looking at his comrades, "I guess it
would depend on where it is and how much we could make." The other
boys shuffled their feet and thought about their plans for the
weekend. I could see the desire to party away one of the last few
remaining weekends before the start of school wrestling with their boy
scout upbringings.
"Oh, it's just at my house... right down the street. And... how's
20 dollars an hour sound for a little yard work? It shouldn't take
more than an hour or so, especially if you all pitch in!" I did the
math in my head quickly and figured it was worth a hundred to have
these boys at my disposal for an hour this evening. I mentally drew
up the short list of chores I had been neglecting and avoiding because
of the heat. Perfect! They'd have a few bucks to get someone to buy
them beer tonight, and I'd have five young tan bodies to watch for a
while to get me in the mood to go out clubbing that night. Nothing
like a dose of teenagers to get those thirty-something juices flowing!
God! I thought as I licked my lips almost unconsciously, these guys
were young enough to be my kids!
Smiles broke out all around as they did the math themselves. "Sure!
I guess we could help out a little…" they all agreed.
"How's 7 o'clock sound?" I pitched my voice at that level that made my
ribcage vibrate.
"Sounds good - we'll be there!" a bank of white smiles greeted my
invitation.
"Well, see ya then!" I waved and turned briskly. A slight breeze
lifted my skirt as I turned, giving them a show I couldn't have
orchestrated better if I'd planned it.
* * *
Four hours later, fortified by a light snack and half a bottle of
Merlot, I greeted my helpers on my front porch. "This should be
pretty short, guys. I've got a little something for each of you to
do." With that, I led the beefcake parade around the house, pointing
out several tasks that I figured would keep them busy for maybe forty
minutes. I'd keep watch over them from the deck. They went to work
immediately, and I sat at the table, a glass of wine in one hand, a
cigarette in the other and book on my drawn up knees. I was still
dressed in the skirt I'd worn earlier, a crisp white shirt tied
tightly under my breasts, open to reveal the lacy bra that my breasts
strained to escape. I loved the way their eyes slid from the task at
hand to catch a glimpse of whatever they could see. I carelessly
tucked my full skirt between my drawn-up knees, fully aware that my
black panties played peek-a-boo with them.
After I was satisfied that the toting and trimming were underway, I
rose to bring my glass inside. "Y'all are doing a great job," I
called breezily, "I gotta go get ready to go out tonight. If y'all
are thirsty, there's plenty to drink in the 'fridge... just help
yourself!"
"OK!" the tall one called back. I caught a few mumbled comments as I
slipped in the back door. A shiver of excitement and anticipation ran
up my spine. I had a good feeling about tonight.
I took a quick but refreshing bath, taking extra care in shaving every
part of my body, including my pussy. I'd always loved the feel of my
bare pussy under the short skirts I invariably wore, especially in
the summer. During my ablutions, I heard some bumping under the
bathroom window that faced the back yard. The sound of the electric
trimmer nearly, but not completely, covered the heated conversation
under the window. "... so hot!" I heard, and did not think they were
talking about the weather. " love to show her.." "wonder what she
has..." Oh yeah, I thought to myself... Just what I had in mind!
I laid back in the scented water for a moment, gently rubbing my
tingling cunt. I was so ready for some dick tonight. I slipped a
finger inside and thought about the boys just on the other side of the
wall. Wouldn't they get a kick out of watching me right now! I
glanced over at the window, just in time to see a tuft of dark hair
disappear below the window ledge. Those bad boys! Peeping in on a
poor old lady in her bath! I moaned with a wave of sexual heat that
broke over me. My nipples stood at attention as I pinched them
slightly, thinking about those white teeth and the sweet-mouthed
youngsters in my yard. I let the water out of the tub.
Stepping out onto the floor, I wrapped a big fluffy towel around me,
drying my hair with the end. I went over to the window and saw four
of the five clustered below. "How's it going, boys? Almost there?"
I noticed all four sported respectable bulges in the shorts that clung
to their young bodies with the sweat they'd worked up. They looked up
at me, embarrassed. I laughed. "Nice of you to bring your own tools
this evening!" They laughed then, too, if a bit uncomfortably. "Why
don't y'all go get something to drink. It looks like you did a fine,
fine job on the yard. You deserve a break. I'll be out to pay y'all
in a few minutes." They dispersed from their listening post and
trooped up the deck stairs into the kitchen. I heard them bumping
around in the refrigerator and cabinets. They're good boys, I thought
to myself. I better not torture them any more than I already have.
There's a word for women who take advantage of 15 year olds, and a
law, too!
I dried my hair quickly and put on my evening makeup. The activities
of the afternoon had made every nerve in my body sensitive. My
eyelids, my cheeks and especially my lips were straining for
attention. I smoothed a sweet-smelling moisturizer over my arms, my
legs, and my breasts. I almost couldn't stop massaging the cool cream
into my substantial tits - the nipples were hot to the touch. I
wrestled the unruly mammaries into a low-cut bra, one of my very
favorites, that offered my breasts up like fabulously ripe fruit,
barely covering those hot, aching nipples. I survey the effect in the
mirror. "Not too bad for an old broad," I dimpled at my reflection.
I slipped a short satin dressing gown over my moist body and exited
the bathroom.
The boys were out on the deck when I emerged. They were sitting at
the table talking in strained, low voices and swirling the ice in
their glasses. The tall one was the only not sitting. He leaned
against the deck railing, shirtless. I stood in the doorway for a
moment, taking in the sight of his long, lean well-muscled body and
felt a rush of wetness between my legs. He met my gaze through the
screen door and slid a careless hand down the front of his shorts to
adjust his obviously turgid member. He smiled slowly at me, sending
another wave of sexual heat across the few feet that separated us.
Yikes! This boy could be trouble! I'd better send them on their way
soon, before things got out of hand, so to speak. I slipped five 20's
from my purse on the kitchen counter.
"Well," I chirped as I stepped barefoot out onto the deck, "you guys
did a bang-up job on that yard. I really appreciate your help." I
passed out the bills, feeling like a piece of metal passing by magnets
as I approached each sweaty teen. I could tell by the breeze that my
robe was gaping a bit, giving them a glimpse of my lace-covered
cleavage. I heard one of them moan softly as I passed. "You all are
so nice."
"Uhhmmm…" one croaked in response. "Thank you, ma'am." Ma'am. That
broke the spell. I got my treacherous body back under control and
shoo'd them off.
"Go on, now, boys! Go out and find some fun! The summer's almost
over! And I've got to get going myself. Even us old maiden ladies
have to find some fun in the summertime, y'know!" They all laughed
ruefully and chairs scraped against the wood deck as they rose.
Somewhat uncomfortably, I was gratified to see, as they once again
shifted their clothes to make room for what they now carried. They
filed down the steps and out the back gate, all except for the tall
one, who lagged behind the others.
"You know," he said, all at once bashful for someone who had so
recently sent me a sizzling glance with his hand on his cock, "I just
realized that we didn't even introduce ourselves." He put out his
hand. "I'm Josh." I put my hand in his, amazed at the manly strength
that engulfed my fingers. I looked up into his incredibly blue eyes.
"Hi, Josh. I'm Karey." I smiled right into his eyes. He didn't
flinch. Instead, he brought my hand up to his lips. Pretty
continental for a young kid.
"Hi, Karey," he rumbled, "thanks for the job." A giggle escaped
before I could stop it.
"No problem. Any time!" I could feel my face burning as my body once
again began to respond almost against my will. He dropped my hand
with another crooked smile and slipped down the stairs and out the
gate. I stood for a moment to catch my breath. I should watch
myself, I thought. This is just how a person gets into trouble! I
went inside to dress.
I confronted my closet. My whole body felt swollen and tender,
nothing more than my pussy. I slipped my finger between my labia and
felt a rush of moisture. Always ready, aren't you, you slut, I
thought. Well, let's make the best of it. I pulled out a sweet
little dress that always made me feel fuckable - a black and white
sleeveless Donna Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this
slutty. I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a short full skirt
with a little crinoline to hold it out, belted tightly and a close
fitting bodice that dipped deeply, little lapels that stood out from
my bosom, offering a luscious decolletage. Oh yeah. I put on pearls
and high-heeled black sandals. I decided to leave my legs bare to the
heat. And to forego the panties for the evening. A dangerous
combination, I thought with a wicked grin at my reflection.
I was leaning into the hall mirror, putting on a coat of bright red
lipstick when the doorbell rang. I gave myself a long look. Who
could that be? I struck a Barbara Billingsley pose for the mirror,
liked the look and went to open the door.
"Josh!" I said, my breath catching just a bit.
"Hi, Karey. Wow! You look... really nice!" We stood staring for
just a moment through the screen door. Then my senses returned and I
opened the screen.
"Come in! What can I do for you?" He passed close as he entered and
his scent once again filled my head with animal thoughts. I closed
the front door behind him. He turned, and we were nearly touching
chest to chest. I looked up to see his eyes glued to my breasts. He
drew a ragged breath. So did I.
"Ummm... uh... I left my... shirt... on your deck and I was...
uh... wondering..." his gaze slid to my eyes and his voice faded. I
was mesmerized by the blue of his eyes. My body leaned into his of
its own accord. The lapels of my dress pressed against the bare skin
of his chest and his hand automatically slid around my waist. Just
for a moment I could only feel the heat of his body and a great
rushing sound in my ears. Then I returned to sanity and stepped back.
"Oh! My! Sorry..." I put my hand on his chest and pushed lightly,
straightening up. "these high heels can be so... dangerous!" I
stepped around him, heading toward the kitchen.
"I'll say," he murmured as he followed me.
"Of course you can get your shirt!" I laughed breathlessly, still
reeling from the closeness of his hot, smooth chest. "Wouldn't want
you having to go around all naked... or anything..." Again the color
washed up into my face, as I thought about what I just said.
Actually, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more. "Would you like
something to drink... while you're here?" I turned as I entered the
kitchen. There he stood in the middle of my kitchen, the overhead
light which I never considered very flattering turning his bare torso
into that of a greek god. I leaned back against the counter, my hand
to the soft valley between my breasts. I could feel my heart beating
wildly under my palm.
"Sure," he grinned, "if it's not too much trouble. I've been so...
hot... and thirsty... all afternoon." He leaned against the door
frame, filling it. He crossed his arms across his chest, making his
biceps bulge. Unblinking, he slowly took in my shoes, my legs, my
dress. Again, his eyes settled on my bosom, and I realized that my
hand had crept inside the bodice to rest on my left nipple. I quickly
pulled my hand away and swung over to the fridge, too conscious of the
brevity of my skirt.
"Hmm..." I opened the refrigerator door, grateful of the rush of cold
air on my burning skin. "Let's see... we've got juice, tea, water,
wine, beer..." I leaned over a bit, peering deep into the recesses of
the appliance "and vod" I felt him behind me. Close behind me. I
froze, my hands on the door and the side of the fridge. I felt his
hands on the waist of my dress. They slid up, the fingertips finding
the hard nubs of my nipples under the cotton fabric. I felt him press
his hips against my ass, barely covered by the short skirt of my
dress. I couldn't breathe, that rushing sound filled my head again.
I heard a soft moan escape my lips. He answered with one of his own.
I took a deep breath of refrigerated air and straightened up. "Um" I
closed the door to the fridge and turned in the small radius his hands
and body allowed me. I fell back against the door. "Ummm... Josh...
I.." His gaze stopped me. His face filled my vision as his mouth
descended onto mine. He sure is a good kisser for a kid, I thought,
as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands slipped up to cup my
breasts, his fingers and thumbs rolling the nipples which had escaped
their bondage and were straining the fabric of my dress. He pulled
back for a moment and I drew a shuddering breath. "Josh - you're...
you're - what - 17?"
"22" he growled, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my bodice "that
was my little brother and his friends today." He grinned again and
worked my nipples from their den into the light. "God, you have
excellent tits." His mouth descended to take first one then the other
nipple captive. 22 hunh? I thought. That's a different matter!
There's not so much difference... 15 years... not quite old enough to
be my son! my thoughts went a deep purple as the suction on my
breasts chased all thoughts of age out of my head. My knees buckled
and Josh was quick enough to catch me on the fly, so to speak.
"Feeling OK?" He grinned at me.
"MMmmhmmm" I managed. My arms went around his neck, whether to keep
me from hitting the floor or to press against his fabulous chest, I'll
never quite know. The feeling of my bare nipples against his chest
was heavenly. It felt as though an electric current pulled us and
held us together. Before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me
lightly up onto the kitchen counter, as if I weighed nothing. He
stepped back and stood looking at me. I imagined what he saw, my
dress gaping open, my skirt fluffed out around me. I took in the 6'3"
tanned body in front of me. He was absolutely beautiful. And the
fully erect cock that peeked out from the leg of his loose shorts was
even moreso. Never taking his eyes from mine, he hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of his shorts and slipped them off, kicking them
across the kitchen floor. "Oh, Josh..." I breathed, completely
excited at the prospect before me. I grinned back at the nude hunk of
manflesh and stretched my legs out toward him. He grasped my ankles
and pulled me toward him til my ass was on the edge of the counter.
"What you got under that Pleasantville skirt, young lady?" He stepped
into the vee of my legs, running his hands up my calves, under my
knees and smooth thighs. "Let's have a look..." Kneeling down on one
knee, he hooked my legs over his shoulders. His blond head ducked
under the frothy crinoline, then popped out quickly. "Wow!" His eyes
sparkled up at me. "You're so... smooth!" His head disappeared again
and I waited, holding my breath, waiting for his next move. I felt
his big fingers gently petting my shaven pussy. A finger slipped
lightly between my labia - I could feel my moisture spreading. "and
you're so... wet! Mmmmm" his tongue flicked lightly, his fingers
spreading my swollen slit. His nose made contact with my clit, sending
a shock through my body. I gasped, my knees coming up off his
shoulders of their own volition. A finger thrust directly into my
pussy. His head reappeared. "Oh Karey... I..."
I pulled his upper arms, urging him to his feet. He stood in front of
me. I wrapped my legs around his slim waist, pulling him to me. I
reached down to guide his cock to my waiting pussy. He entered me
slowly at first, staring deeply into my eyes. We both reveled in the
magical moment of the meeting of the flesh. Then with a small groan
and his head thrown back, he thrust the full 8 inches of his cock into
me, filling me up as I had seldom been filled before. My legs wrapped
tightly around his waist and my arms around his neck, impaled firmly
on his cock, he pulled me from the countertop and laid me right in the
middle of the kitchen floor. I laid there for a moment, stunned at
the sight of this beautiful boy over me, then rocked up to meet his
thrust. He buried his burning cock in me to the hilt, pulling out
slowly and thrusting back. What a fit, I thought, breathing with the
rhythm of our fucking. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock
rubbing the sensitive spot in my pussy, the tip of it hitting the top,
hard. I heard his breathing become rapid and harsh, and I tightened
my muscles, milking his cock. His balls slapped against my ass as he
thrust harder and faster. I felt the wave coming on me. I looked
into his eyes and knew he was close too. "Yes," I whispered, "yes,
Josh, oh yes." The wave crashed over me, my back arching up off the
floor. I felt my pussy contract and contract at the same time as his
cock throbbed with his last powerful thrusts. I could feel his hot
cum fill my hole, his face buried in my breasts. We both laid still
for a few minutes, catching our breath. I gently squeezed my pussy
muscles, massaging his fabulous cock. I kissed his forehead, brushing
his hair off of his sweaty forehead.
"Wow." He breathed.
"Really wow," I replied. I didn't want to move from this position,
his softening cock inside me. But eventually, we did. We stood, and
moved around and retrieved discarded shorts. I got in a quick, sweet
lick, taking his now flaccid cock in my mouth before he put it away.
I love the taste of my pussy juice mixed with cum.
"Well!" he sighed, leaning against the counter. "Guess I ought to get
that shirt, now..." I stepped into him, winding my arms around his
waist and lifting my face for a kiss. He obliged me, long, slow and
sweet. "Mmmm.. Not bad for an old maiden lady," he quipped.
"Not bad for a kid," I replied. Something told me then that my yard
would be well cared for the rest of that summer.
-30-
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