She hired Sam to mow her lawn the summer after his freshman year in college. She had known him since he was a little boy. Lucy was 35 and recently divorced, raising her daughter alone. Sam came over every Saturday around 1:00 p.m. to mow and trim the lawn, usually while Lucy was grocery shopping. On an afternoon in July, Lucy came home and noticed that the lawn mower was still in the yard, but Sam was nowhere to be found. She called his name and, in a few minutes, he came out from behind the garage. He looked flustered and the top button of his jeans was undone.
Lucy paid him and he put the mower away and left. As Lucy was bringing in her groceries from the garage, she noticed a box out of place on one of the shelves. It was a box that her ex husband had left after the divorce. Before replacing the box, Lucy looked inside. The box was full of old Playboy and Penthouse magazines. She wondered if Sam had been looking at the magazines while she was gone. The thought of this young handsome boy peeking at the naked women in the magazines made her smile. Typical boy, she thought. She refused to admit the spark of excitement that ran through her when she remembered Sam coming from behind the garage with his jeans undone, but she couldn't easily put it out of her mind. He couldn't be, wouldn't be, in broad daylight? No!
The next week, Lucy purposely came home early from the store. She entered the house and went to her room. Because of the curve of the driveway, the back of the garage faced the master bedroom at the rear of the house. The backyard was secluded, with a high wooden fence encircling the yard, the rear wall of the garage serving as part of the backyard enclosure. Lucy went to the window of her large master bath and peeked through the blinds. Sam was seated, leaning against the garage, looking at a Penthouse magazine. He wore cut offs and no shirt. As he flipped through the pages, his hand idly toyed with the front of his jeans.
"That little devil", Lucy thought. As she stared, Sam suddenly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Lucy's breath caught in her throat has Sam removed a thick swollen cock from his Jeans. His hand only obscured half of his cock from Lucy's view and he began to slowly stroke himself, still looking at the magazine. Unconsciously, Lucy's right hand slid under her shirt and found her left nipple. Sam put the magazine down and leaned his head against the garage wall as his hand found a rhythm of long eager strokes. Perspiration trickled down his lean torso and his stomach muscles tensed with each stroke. Lucy was lost in his pleasure with him, enjoying the sight of his large thick cock sliding through his hand.
Suddenly, his head tilted upward and his back arched. His hand began to move faster and his hips met the movement of each stroke. Lucy was startled by the first spurt. It flew outward and landed in the grass beyond Sam's feet. Then another one, almost as strong, squirted from his young cock and onto his chest. He nursed his cock deliberately, cum oozing down his shaft and over his hand. Lucy turned from the window and caught a glimpse of herself in her bathroom mirror. Flames of red washed her skin, flowing from her chest to her neck. She couldn't remember seeing herself like that before. She splashed water on her face and brushed her hair.
Lucy exited the house as Sam was putting the mower away. She thanked him and paid him, but was at a loss for the small talk that they usually enjoyed. As she walked back into the house, she could feel the lips of her pussy sliding against one another as only they do when she is very wet and excited. She felt a little embarrassed while at the same time enjoying a feeling she had not had for months.
This became her ritual, Saturday after Saturday, watching Sam. She came to know his method and his pace and she came to love the thickness and pinkness of his cock. But most of all, she loved to see him cum, the muscles tensing and the powerful squirts of semen. She longed to look more closely and she had on more that one occasion fantasized about feeling his warm cum squirting on her, on her breasts and face. She was a busy woman and a mother and even she was surprised at how the thought of Sam's juices on her made her feel. Then one day, she made a discovery that almost made her faint. She was in the back yard sunning when she happened to go to the spot where Sam always sat.
She took his place and looked toward the window where she always stood. It is an over used phrase, but it is the best one to describe what Lucy felt-that terrible sinking feeling. Her bathroom window was recessed a few feet from the rest of the bedroom. On the bedroom wall was a window and that window looked directly through the bathroom door. On the outside of the bathroom door was a full-length mirror. When the door was open 45 degrees, as it was now, you could see the exact place where Lucy stood every Saturday. "Oh my God", Lucy whispered to herself. Had the door been in that position last Saturday, or the Saturday before? Because of the light, you couldn't see directly into the bathroom window, but the view reflected in the door mirror was clear and stark. Had he looked, had he seen, did he know? Lucy resolved to abandon her voyeurism forever.
The next Saturday, Sam arrived and Lucy went to the store as usual. When she returned, Sam was not in sight. She went in the house, determined to stay away from the bathroom. She grabbed a soda went to her room, but she couldn't stop thinking about the bathroom window. She knew if she were careful to close the door, Sam could not see her reflection in the mirror. Weak and wanting, she entered the bathroom and closed the door. Sam was there, leaning against the garage, reading a magazine. Lucy felt horribly guilty, but her guilt was not as powerful as her desire. And since she had closed the door, all was ok.
Sam glanced toward the bedroom and a half smile appeared on his face. Lucy was perplexed and a little troubled. Had he seen the door open before and now saw it closed? Did he know? She was actually frightened that she had made a fool of herself, a grown woman ogling a young man. He might be mad or embarrassed, and rightfully so. She was turning to leave the bathroom when she noticed Sam ease himself up off of the ground. He turned and looked directly at her window. She knew he couldn't see her the way the light was but still in unnerved her. As he faced her, he slowly unzipped his pants and lowered them to the ground. He kicked the shorts aside with his foot and stood naked in front of her. He was not fully erect but somehow he looked even larger, thick and hanging between his legs. Looking directly at her, he began to touch himself lightly, running his fingers down the length of his shaft and under his balls. Lucy could feel the heat in her face.
He seemed to be looking directly into her eyes. Sam took his cock in his right hand and began to stroke it very slowly, squeezing clear drops of juice from the end. He rubbed the juice on the head and shaft of his cock, making his strokes slippery and intensely erotic. Lucy could not move. No, that is not correct; Lucy would not move. Sam seemed to be relaxed and totally involved, caressing his cock with profound arousal. Lucy's hand snaked down her panties and found pools of juice between her folds. She sighed and probed her moist furrow, feeling so sensitive and alive and excited. She looked for the first time with open desire at Sam, pretense aside. "Oh yes, Sam, it is so beautiful, so hot, so exciting to watch your hand slide along your beautiful cock for me." She didn't even realize that she was talking a loud, but she was.
"Stroke is slow, make it last, let me watch forever. Watch me, Sam, my pussy is so hot." Lucy was totally naked and covered with sweat, two fingers buried in her hot fleshy tunnel. She had given in to the moment and there was no turning back. Sam began to move his hand with urgency as Lucy watched. So familiar was she with his habits that she knew what was happening. Quietly she whispered, "Cum for me Sam, cum for me. Cum on me Sam, cum in me Sam, fill my mouth with your hot juice, cover my breasts." I want to feel it on me, dripping and sliding down my flesh." Just as Sam erupted, Lucy's orgasm began and she felt the strong contractions against the fingers that were inside her. Her knees quivered as wave after wave of contraction erupted yet her eyes never left Sam's pulsing squirting cock. She wanted to lick him clean and feel his softening flesh in her mouth. She wanted the last sweet drops on her tongue.
Sam left that day without being paid. Lucy could not come out of the house and, as she remained naked in the bathroom, she was already thinking of next Saturday. All week, Lucy felt ill at ease as she went through her routine. She was distracted and by her anxiety and continual arousal. She couldn't get rid of the image of Sam so openly pleasuring himself for her. It made her feel vulnerable and more excited than she could ever remember. She had relived that moment in her fantasies several times a day, often adding twists to her fantasy that shocked her and made her confront the intensity of her desire. Yet, she had no idea what she would do when Sam arrived on Saturday or even if she wanted to be there, could stand to face him.
Again, Lucy was shopping when Sam arrived. When she got home, he was sweeping the drive. She paid him immediately for the last two weeks and apologized for failing to pay the previous week. Sam seemed to be his normal self. She went into her house and to the bathroom without even a hint denial about what she wanted. She looked out her window as Sam crossed the lawn, shirtless and in his cutoffs as usual. She felt her wetness increase as Sam took his usual place against the garage. He wiped his face and chest with a towel and leaned his head against the wall. Just as his hand moved to his zipper, a horn honked in front of the house. Sam hopped up and ran to the driveway.
Lucy ran to the living room and peeked out the window. The car drove away and Sam jumped in his car an followed. Lucy's heart sank as he drove away. A weeks worth of anticipation descended on her, bringing frustration and sadness. She plopped down in an overstuffed chair. As she sat, the heat of the moment seized her, confronting her with how intense was her desire to watch Sam again. She slowly raised the hem of her sundress to her waist and began toying with the flesh of her inner thighs, tracing light circles just below her panty line. She threw on leg over the arm of the chair and ran a finger up and down her moist panty-covered slit. She increased the pressure of her fingers and it forced a low moan from her throat. She raised her hip and slid her panties to her knees and began to lose herself in her pleasure. Even with her eyes closed, she detected the movement of shadow across her face. Her eyes opened to see Sam standing under the arch that led from the dining room to where she sat. She suddenly had a view of herself as she must have looked through Sam's eyes--leg over the chair, dress bunched around her waist, and her hand busily playing with the nest of swollen folds between her legs, gaping and furry and a dark wet pink.
Lucy was frozen. She wanted to say something. She wanted to cover herself. But Sam's calm face and relaxed stare gave her just a moment, a second, to hear a voice inside herself that she had repressed for so long. That voice was she, or a significant part of her that she never let out when others were around. The voice's message was simple; "this is who you are and who you long to be at this moment--panties down, dress askew, hand between your legs ministering to a ravenously hungry pussy. And it's time for someone to see, to hear, to know. And who better than Sam, the person you were thinking about. It was his lean tan body and thick cock that filled your mind and led your hand between your legs."
In a flash, the old Lucy came back and she startled and began to raise herself from the chair. Sam stopped her with an index finger across his lips. Shhhhhh. Sam came and stood beside her chair, his hand moving to his zipper. Lucy watched. When his zipper was halfway down, he paused and took Lucy's hand, fingers still wet from before, and raised it to his zipper. She immediately felt shy, but she tugged at the zipper and watched it slowly descend. When the zipper reached bottom, Lucy pulled on his jeans with her hand grasping at the opening. Slowly, inch-by-inch, his shaft was exposed, until it sprang free in front of her. His erection curved upward and was red and swollen.
Electricity bolted through Lucy as she looked at him. His hand moved to his beautiful cock and leisurely stroked himself before her. Lucy lowered the shoulder of her dress and caressed her breast. She saw Sam's pupils dilate at the sight. Her breasts were full, with the large dark nipples that only a mother can claim. Lucy loved her breasts and loved the look on Sam's face as she caressed herself. She raised herself and turned to the side of her chair where Sam stood. She took his cock in her hand and felt the blood coursing through the shaft. She touched the head of his cock to her nipple, releasing a sigh from Sam's throat. She traced circles with him on her breast, spreading his moisture over her flesh. Sam watched with a quiet eagerness, eyes full of the soft flesh of Lucy's breasts. A brief pulse of Sam's cock made him slip from her hand and bob in front of her face.
Lucy briefly looked in Sam's eyes before her mouth engulfed the head of his cock. Sam couldn't see tears well in Lucy's eyes as her tongue swirled around his shaft. It had been so long since Lucy had felt that unique combination or hardness and softness in her mouth, a feeling she has never lost her desire for. She felt the lips of her pussy flare and swell, opening as symbol of her own availability. She cradled his balls and sucked and licked and tasted. She wanted his flavor and hardness and heat. Lucy had always been a cum swallower, but only rarely did she feel like she did now. That feeling of wanting desperately to feel a man swell in her mouth and flood her with hot juice, juice that she would savor and taste and consume and, yes, even beg for more. It had been so long since a cock felt so right in her mouth and she was shaking in anticipation of Sam's climax.
Sam's knees began to weaken and low moans came from his throat. Lucy's free hand found there way between her legs. Sam, being used to timid college girls, choked out "I'm gonna cum soon." Lucy, on the verge of her own orgasm, raised her eyes to his and removed his cock from her mouth. She buried her head against his thighs and balls and whispered, Oh Sam, please cum for me, I want it all Sam, please." No sooner did she slide his sweet cock in her mouth than she felt him swell and heard his breath become jagged. His soft forceful squirts bathed her cheeks and tongue and seemed never to end, and she didn't want them to end.
Lucy kept Sam in her mouth until he began to soften. Even soft, he was large and sweet and wonderful against her tongue. Sam backed away moved in front of her, gazing down. In a moment of purest naughtiness, Lucy raised her skirt and spread her moist lips between two fingers. Her eyes finally captured his away from her hungry pinkness and she reached to pull him down to his knees.
In a whisper she said, "Fair is fair, Sam."