Adam's Gardening Service Ch. 01

Ava Thomson looked out of the window of her loungeroom. It was a hot September day in the San Fernando Valley, the Santa Ana winds rustling the neat rows of hedges that lined the sprawling driveway to the hacienda that Ava called home.

Ava watched as an old sedan trundled along the driveway. Its driver, Adam Keller, was a 22-year-old student at UCLA majoring in chemistry and lettering in water polo. On this particular day, Adam was working his usual job as a pool cleaner and general handyman. He'd already driven down several similar driveways that day, working in the gardens of the rich and famous. Yet none filled him with nerves more than this one.

It wasn't that Ava was snobby or mean like most of the other Stepford women in the identical houses that he'd visited that day. In fact, it was the opposite. She was always kind and considerate, but he found her confidence, combined with her incredible looks, intimidating.

Ava wasn't tall, probably no more than 5'7, but she had legs that went on forever and she clearly kept in the kind of shape that only a home gym and dedicated personal trainer can deliver. Coupled with her usual high-waisted slacks and a blouse that showed off her ample cleavage, she was the kind of thirty-something woman that could raise the blood pressure of any college guy in a few seconds.

As Adam pulled up outside the house, he absentmindedly bit his lip. He was always nervous about this job, even if Ava always immediately put him at ease.

Unbeknownst to Adam, Ava was also biting her bottom lip at that moment, standing just behind the curtains so as to survey Adam's arrival. Her husband, Kevin, had been away on business for the last mouth and the truth was that she was horny as apeshit. No amount of time with her fingers or her toys had been able to scratch that primal itch deep inside her.

Ava watched as Adam got out of the car, sizing him up, not that she needed to. She had watched the young man working in her garden and around her pool many times, often concealed behind a curtain just as she was now. On many occasions, she had admired the thick muscles of his arms as he weeded, his pert ass in his shorts as he cleaned the pool, and his dark brown hair as it fell into his eyes with sweat. Ava gave an involuntary shiver.

After retrieving his gear from the trunk, Adam pressed the doorbell of the house, biting his lip again without realizing. Ava waited for a few seconds and then strode down the entry hall to answer.

"Oh, Adam, how good to see you. You're early!" Ava exclaimed.

"Yeah, I finished up my other jobs pretty quick this morning, Mrs Thomson, so I thought I'd head around here early to see what you need done," Adam replied, blushing a little and struggling to meet Ava's crystal blue eyes.

"Always a considerate boy," said Ava. "But, remember, call me either Ava or Miss Thomson - I never took my husband's name when we got married. And it makes me feel young!"

"Oh yeah, sure, Mrs... I mean, Miss Thomson," Adam got out. He could see the tiniest bead of sweat on Ava's throat, which moved slowly over her creamy skin and disappeared in between her breasts, their firm crescents visible just above the neckline of her blouse.

Ava cleared her throat and Adam snapped out of his stupor. He felt the color rising in his cheeks and looked down. He missed seeing the brief, but ravenous, grin that appeared on Ava's face.

"Well, there's a lot to do out the back, Adam, I'm sorry," she said, waving her hand in the direction of the back garden. "I'm afraid Kevin's been away for the last month and I'm just useless at all that outdoors stuff."

"That's no problem, Miss Thomson," Adam stammered, trying to move on from his embarrassing moment of distraction. "I'll get onto it."

"That's great, Adam. Just head around the back and perhaps start with the pool," Ava said. "If you don't mind, I might join you today. It's such a lovely day."

Adam stared for a moment, but remembering his earlier indiscretion, he nodded his head as if in acknowledgment and quickly hightailed around to the side gate. Once he was out of Ava's sight, he dropped his shoulders and let out a sigh. Ava stood in the doorway for a moment, letting out a sigh of her own.

When Adam got around to the back garden, he could see that it really was in bad shape. The garden beds were thick with weeds, there were clusters of dead leaves on the surface of the pool, and the hedges needed trimming. This was going to be a big job.

As instructed, he took a scoop of pool water to test it, mixed up the necessary chemicals and dumped them in, before assembling the scoop net. He stood up to begin scooping the leaves out when he heard the gate to the pool open and close behind him. What he saw when he glanced over his shoulder completely floored him.

Ava had picked out her most revealing swimsuit, a deep red bikini. The two pieces of fabric that made up the top were vanishingly small and barely covered Ava's nipples. They were held together by a delicate gold chain that only served to draw attention to her bust as it sparkled in the sun. The bottom was high cut, sitting on Ava's hips, before descending in a neat V that emphasized her long, creamy legs. The fabric covered the barest strip of flesh before curving around into a thong at the back. Ava had set off the whole outfit with a pair of matching red pumps.

Ava walked past Adam, carrying her suntan lotion and a drink. She flashed him a small, almost embarrassed smile, and Adam couldn't help but think about how much she looked like some of the women in the many Vixen pornos that he'd jerked off to over the years.

Adam blushed and looked away, clearly flustered by Ava's sudden appearance in such revealing attire. But she wasn't done yet. She walked ahead of him over to the pool lounger, swaying her hips and making sure he got a good view. Adam felt his briefs beginning to tent, so he quickly turned back to the pool and started leaning in to scoop up the leaves, desperately trying to put Ava out of his mind.

"So, how are your studies going?" Ava said, immediately drawing Adam's attention back to her.

"Oh, yeah, pretty good, thanks," Adam said, keeping his back to Ava as he steadfastly focused on his work. "Just this year to go and then I'm done."

"That's wonderful to hear. You'll be a free man," Ava chimed. "Except from that girlfriend of yours."

Adam's thoughts turned to his girlfriend, Melanie. He had talked to Ava about Melanie before. They had been together for almost two years and they were going strong. Ava had jokingly told him that he was in the wrong time of his life to be in a relationship, but he was happy the way things were, even if Melanie wasn't as adventurous as he might like.

"So, Adam," Ava said after a period of silence. "I couldn't help but notice how you were looking at me before. Did I make you nervous?"

Adam swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his stomach. "Uh, no, not at all," he said weakly.

Ava laughed. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you want me to, that is."

Adam turned around then, almost shocked. He ogled Ava, whose eyes were apparently closed behind her dark sunglasses. Was she flirting with him? His eyes scanned down her body and over the deep pink areolas that were visible around the fabric of her bikini. While Adam ogled her, Ava stretched out on the lounger, pushing her chest out, and sighing contentedly as she felt the sun on her skin. She looked so beautiful, Adam thought.

Adam turned back to work, but he couldn't help but steal glances back at Ava as she lounged behind him in the sun, barely wearing a thing. Ava, whose sunglasses hid her eyes, could see the way Adam kept looking at her hungrily and she loved it. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him. The heat of the sun on Ava's skin was nothing compared to the heat inside her.

Putting on her most sultry smile, Ava sat up in the lounger. "Hey Adam, would you mind putting some suntan lotion on my back?" she called out.

Adam turned around, clearly shocked, but also completely intoxicated by Ava. He hesitated for a moment, but then walked over to her, taking the bottle of lotion from her outstretched hand, and sitting on the neighboring lounger.

Ava rolled over onto her tummy on her lounger, placing her head down on the side on her folded hands and closing her eyes. Minutes seemed to tick by and she wondered if Adam would actually take the bait, but then she felt the cool liquid dribbling onto her back, followed by the feeling of Adam's nervous fingers rubbing it in. Ava shifted a little in her position, letting out a contented sigh as she felt her inner thighs becoming slick and wet.

It became clear that Adam didn't know how to negotiate the string of Ava's bikini top, as he massaged lotion into her skin above and below it, but never close to it or under it.

Ava cleared her throat gently. "Would you mind undoing the string?" she ventured. "I want to have an even tan."

If she had been looking at Adam, she would have seen the taken aback expression on his face. His mind was racing, thrumming even, but then so was his heart and his cock, which was now painfully hard inside his shorts and briefs.

As his mind desperately worked through his options, Ava spoke again. "It's okay, Adam. I'm lying on my tummy. There's nothing much for you to see."

Adam felt his resolve weaken as Ava's words punctured his thoughts. He needed to be adult about this. There was nothing wrong with pulling off a bikini string that was hardly covering anything and Ava had always been good to him. And she was fucking hot too!

Ava let out another sigh and grinned with triumph as she felt Adam's fingers pull the knot of her bikini string undone. She closed her eyes again, letting out another little moan as Adam rubbed the suntan lotion over her whole back, committing himself more fully to the massage. His hands roamed all over Ava's back, kneading her muscles from her shoulders right down to her cute, little ass.

"God, that feels good, Adam," she whispered, a soft moan escaping her lips. Encouraged, Adam's touch became firmer, getting into the knots of Ava's back. He admired her exposed ass, which was plump and golden in the afternoon sun. He massaged closer and closer to it, the tip of a finger grazing against the top of her crack.

"Your girlfriend is one lucky woman," sighed Ava.

Adam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this was going too far, but he couldn't stop himself and the words just tumbled out of his mouth.

"Not as lucky as your husband, Miss Thomson."

Adam froze, horrified at what he'd just said. Ava smiled smugly, before shifting herself up onto her elbows and turning over onto her back to face Adam. Her bikini top fell into her lap as she cocked an eyebrow, an expression of fake concern on her face, her sunglasses tilted down slightly.

"What do you mean by that, Adam?"

Adam didn't know what to say and the blood in his body didn't know which way to go, up or down. Ava's round, full breasts hung in perfect globes on her chest. From this close, Adam could see the goose flesh that had spread across their deep pink areolas, culminating in Ava's nipples, which were engorged and erect. A dark pink flush spread down from Ava's neck in splotches across her chest and breasts, signaling just how turned on she was.

Ava followed his gaze, feigning a small gasp as she took in the sight of her own bare chest, her hands briefly cupping each tit as if assessing them.

"Oops." Ava's lips formed a small pout before she gave a shrug. "Well, I did want an even tan, I guess. Thanks for doing my back."

Ava readjusted her sunglasses and sat back in the lounger, wriggling her hips and body to get comfortable, trying to act as if she was entirely unbothered by the situation. Adam continued to gawk, not even trying to cover the impressive bulge in his shorts. Behind her sunglasses, Ava's eyes had already noticed it, and she licked her lips involuntarily as she felt her mouth begin to water. She needed cock and she needed it now.

Adam's mind was racing, yet at the same time it was as if nothing was happening. It was like running on the spot. He had a sensation of a million thoughts running through his brain, yet none stuck or took any form. Except for the singular thought of what it would feel like to reach out and caress Ava's glorious tits.

"Well, if you don't have anything better to do..." Ava said after a minute, breaking the spell. "You can apply the rest of the lotion to my front now."

Adam hesitated for what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon. A mixture of desire and guilt coursed through his body. He thought of Melanie and the betrayal she would feel, but his girlfriend seemed like a remote and abstract concept compared to the beauty in front of him.

"Sure, I guess," he said on autopilot, reaching for the bottle of lotion. "I can do that."

As Adam squirted the lotion into his hands, Ava held her breath, scarcely able to believe how far she had managed to push this. A shiver of pleasure ran through her body when his hands made contact with her stomach, the lotion cool against her sensitive skin in the hot afternoon sun.

Sweat was beading on her forehead, and her sunglasses had slipped down the bridge of her nose. For the first time that afternoon, Adam looked into Ava's eyes and saw the true emotions inside her, a firestorm of desire.

Adam slowly moved his hands further up Ava's body. Her lips hung open slightly as she nodded gently in appreciation. Finally, Adam's hands found her breasts, taking the full, supple globes in his grasp and gently squeezing them.

Adam could feel his arousal building to new levels as he played with the most perfect breasts he had ever imagined. Each one filled his hand when he cupped it, and the nipples stood out, visibly quivering. He thought briefly of Melanie's small, but perky tits before quickly pushing the thought out of his mind.

"And my nipples, please, Adam. I can't have those being burnt." Adam's eyes widened comically in his head, but he complied.

Ava let out a low moan as Adam's fingers tweaked her nipples. "Oh, yes, Adam, that's it." Ava, who had previously seemed so intimidating to Adam, now quivered beneath him, her breath shallow, looking up at him with an unquenchable fire in her eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity of fondling Ava's breasts and watching her squirm beneath him, Adam pulled back, realizing that all of the lotion had been well and truly massaged into Ava's skin.

"Mmm, thanks for helping me with my tan, Adam," Ava said, her voice sweet and innocent. "I've always appreciated your dedication." Ava closed her eyes, pushed her sunglasses back up her nose, and then relaxed back into the lounger.

Adam sat there next to her, frozen, staring at Ava's body, trying to drink it in, unsure of what to do next.

"If you could finish off the gardening now, that would be great, Adam," Ava said casually, ending Adam's reverie. He nodded, dumbfounded, confused, and horny, before slowly getting up and making his way over to his gear.

"But, that top of yours is soaked in sweat. You should take it off."

Adam looked down at his tank top. Ava was right, but he also knew what she wanted now. So, without much more thought, he stripped the tank off, revealing the broad shoulders, spread lats, and chunky abs that only a water polo player can have. Adam thought he heard a little whimper from Ava's direction, but when he looked over she seemed still and relaxed, gazing up at the sky.

Well, two could play at that game. Adam threw himself into the gardening. He was like a man possessed. He ripped weeds out, hacked at the hedges, and cleared debris. And all the while he thought about Ava, and the way she had transformed in a single afternoon from a kind, welcoming customer to an absolute MILF. He would glance over at her from time to time, admiring her athletic body, barely believing that he had just had his hands all over her tits.

But, he also tried to push those thoughts away, knowing that he had to be faithful to Melanie. She didn't need to know about what he'd already done because he'd just been helping a client. And, sure, then it had gone too far for a few seconds, but it was no big deal. That was the story he told himself, anyway.

For her part, Ava was expending almost as much energy as Adam, but just trying to lie still. The ache between her legs was almost overwhelming, and her pussy was soaked. She kept wanting to move her hand down under her bikini bottoms as she watched this innocent college jock's muscles ripple. But, she knew she had to be patient to get what she wanted.

Finally, Adam threw the last scraps into the compost and admired his handywork. The garden was back to its usual manicured state. He had successfully stopped thinking about the thrill of his interaction with Ava and he had decided he could beat an exit and put this all behind him. Then it dawned on him that he would need to go over to Ava to collect his payment. That's the thing about rich people; they always pay in cash.

Swallowing hard, Adam walked over to the pool area and leaned against the gate. He made a point of shielding his eyes from the sun, but also mainly so as not to see the temptation of Ava's mostly-naked figure reclining on the lounger.

"Uhh... Miss Thomson, I'm all done now," Adam said, staring at the ground.

"Goodness, that was quick, Adam," Ava replied, looking over at the young man who was studying the grass at his feet for all he was worth. "I've got the payment over here. Would you mind coming to get it? I'm so comfortable here."

Adam shifted nervously from foot to foot, unsure that it was wise to be that close to Ava after his earlier experience. But, what was he to do? She was the client and she had always been good to him.

Ava didn't open her eyes as she heard the gate opening and Adam walking toward her, but she could sense his discomfort. Once his shadow fell across her face, she snapped her eyes open to look at him. Again, he was staring studiously at anything but her body.

"Actually, before you go, Adam, there's something else I need you to attend to," she said, her voice sultry and suggestive.

Adam's heart raced, and without thinking about it, he turned his attention back to Ava. Her breasts seemed even fuller and more inviting than before. Ava propped herself up and took a slow sip from her drink. She traced her tongue along her red lips as she sighed in satisfaction.

"What do you need?" Adam asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ava opened her eyes and looked at him, a seductive smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I think you know," she said, her voice low and throaty. Adam was sweating again now.

"Uh... I don't know if I do... I mean, I might... not that... I could be wrong, see... but, you..." Adam said incomprehensibly.

"I need a massage, Adam, that's all," Ava said firmly and sassily, lowering her sunglasses and rolling her eyes at him as if it was obvious. "You massaged my body before, but you left my legs out and I'd like you to do them too before you go."

Adam's eyes widened in surprise. Ava sat back again in her lounger, gesturing impatiently at her legs. Adam took in Ava's shapely legs, which seemed to be impossibly long for her height. He knew he should say no and leave, but he couldn't resist her.

"Okay," he said weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Adam started with Ava's calves, feeling the toned muscle underneath as he dug his fingers in. Ava's painted toes curled as she cooed with enjoyment.

"That's nice, Adam," she said. Adam really couldn't believe what he was doing. This was absurd, but he couldn't stop himself. His cock was hard again, harder than it even had been earlier, just from the sensual act of massaging this beautiful, older woman's smooth legs.