Mowing Lawns, Part 1

Sorry if the intro is long, but this is a true story, only the names and some identifying details have been changed…

I grew up on a farm outside Tulsa, Oklahoma. The farm had been in our family for generations, but some bad decisions and a few years of bad weather forced my parents to sell it when I was a Junior in high school, and we ended up moving to Ft. Worth where my dad got a job with a manufacturing company.

This was in the late 80’s, and times were pretty tight for us for a while, especially with some debt left hanging over us from the farm, so everyone who was able to work needed to get a job and pitch. I didn’t mind all that much – being a farm kid, I was used to working and also used to not having a lot of friends at school or being able to take time to participate much in sports or other school stuff. Since I had an old Chevy Silverado that I had rebuilt with my dad from a scrap yard, and we brought whatever tools and equipment with us from the farm that we could, I had pretty much everything I needed to start a landscaping business, so that’s what I did: hand-painted signs on my truck, paid for a listing in the yellow pages, and made a bunch of flyers that I put on doors in the nicest neighborhoods I could find.

Within a few weeks, I had about as much business as I could handle. I was doing a job every day before school, another one afterwards, and eight on the weekends. I was exhausted all the time, but the money was really good. I was hiring temp workers on the weekends, and met one guy who’d recently been laid off from a construction gig after a back injury. We hit it off, and after a few months, I decided to offer him a partnership and buy another truck which he could run throughout the week. I also wanted to be able to take Sunday off to have a day to myself, so I gave those accounts to my new partner to handle during the week, and focused on finding more business to fill out his schedule. I printed more flyers and started passing them around again – and had pretty much the same result. Within a few days of putting the flyers up, both our schedules were completely full again.

One of the new accounts I picked up was for a wealthy couple who were in their early 30’s with a huge ranch-style house and big back yard with a pool, and a separate pool / guest house. I met them both when I interviewed for the job, but after that dealt mostly with the wife, Helen, who was a stay-at-home wife. Since they were my biggest account, I always made sure to go the extra mile and leave the place perfect, as well as check in with Helen before I left to make sure there wasn’t anything else they needed. Helen’s husband, Mike, was almost never home – he travelled a lot for his work as an attorney specializing in corporate mergers – and so Helen would often need little things like a piece of furniture moved or a lightbulb replaced, which I was always happy to do. Not least because, as a typically horny 18-year-old, I was more than willing to do anything that gave me another chance to eyeball Helen.

Helen was one of those perfect, tiny southern belles – barely over 5 feet tall with a yoga and cardio body, long flowing blonde hair she mostly kept tied back, green-blue eyes, perfect breasts with nipples that threatened to poke through every top she wore, and just enough curves in all the right places. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her, but she still managed to look voluptuous. Now me, at that time, I thought I was a goof. I had always been something of an awkward bean pole, and puberty hadn’t initially done me any favors leaving me with a face full of pimples and another foot in height I had no ability to control. But by the time this all happened, even though I didn’t realize it yet, those changes had worked in my favor. I’d grown very tall, almost 6’5”, and working in the sun every day had dried up my acne and added a lot of lean muscle to my frame.

Over time, Helen became more and more friendly, inviting me in for a cool drink when I finished. We would talk about everything from my school and girl prospects (still not great because I was too scared to talk to most of them), and she gave me a lot of confidence and encouragement to be bolder. She also started telling me all about her life and marriage – which was clearly on the rocks. Her husband was travelling more and more, and didn’t show any interest in her when he was home, and the isolation and rejection was clearly taking a toll on Helen. I admit I was probably missing a lot of signals along the way, because in hindsight, they were there, but as a dopey kid I didn’t think there was any chance this tiny Tinkerbell goddess of a grown woman would be interested in me.

One morning as school was wrapping up and I was getting ready for graduation, I went over to Helen’s house early on a Wednesday as I was trying to get all my accounts handled early so I could have a free weekend to spend with friends before graduation. As usual, I parked my truck and trailer in their driveway and walked around back to take a look and see what equipment I would need for the day, but when I rounded the back of the house, I saw Helen sprawled out asleep in one of the pool chairs. She was lying face down, naked except for a bathrobe that had twisted off her in her sleep, exposing her perfect hard, round little bottom. There was an empty bottle of wine and a shattered wineglass on the ground next to her. I froze, not sure what to do, but the sun was coming up on what promised to be a very hot day, and the black flies were swarming, so I knew she had to be getting chewed up.

I approached her, avoiding the broken glass, and carefully tried to rearrange the robe to cover her, but most of it was twisted up underneath her, and I didn’t want to dump her off the lounger trying to pull it free. I looked over at the house, and the sliding door was wide open, so I decided to just pick her up and carry her back into the house. I tried to get the robe with her, but ended up stepping on one end and pulling it entirely off her as I lifted her up. So there I was, with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen naked and passed out in my arms, and – being 18 – a raging hard on.

Helen didn’t weigh that much, but she was as drunk as anyone I’ve ever seen, totally limp in my arms, which made getting her inside a little awkward. I set her on the couch, then went back outside and retrieved her robe and settled it over her. Then I got a glass of water and put it on the coffee table, and after a moment of thought, grabbed a small trash can from the bathroom and put that by the couch as well. I didn’t want to run my equipment with her there passed out. I was a little freaked out that she would lose it that I’d carried her naked into the house and wanted to get out of there before she woke up. So I settled for just leaving a note on the table explaining how she’d gotten back inside, and then closed the place up and left.

Later that day I got a call on the voicemail line (90’s no cell phones) for my business from Helen asking if I could stop back by later that day. I was certain I’d just lost my best account, but I figured there was no hiding from what I’d done – the invasion of her privacy - and best to face the music and try to salvage the business if I could, so as soon as school was out, I headed that way.

When I arrived at the door, Helen was in workout clothes - a pair of tiny running shorts and a sports bra with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She invited me in and casually poured me a glass of wine to match the one she was working on. As she handed it over I started to stammer an apology, but she stopped me with a laugh and assured me that she wasn’t upset, that she asked me over to thank me for taking care of her like that, then she said something that had me turning purple:

“…and did you like what you saw?”

“I mean, ummm,” I stammered, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, I’m sorry if…”

Helen laughed again, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “It’s fine,” she said, reaching up to press a finger against my lips, “at least I know someone enjoys looking at me.”

I didn’t know what to say, and there was a moment of awkward silence as I struggled not to say something stupid or too obviously continue looking her up and down.

“I’m glad you brought me in when you did, the black flies really got me good,” she said scratching at the base of her throat, “I’ve been slathering myself with calamine lotion all day, but I can’t reach the ones on my back, would you mind doing it for me?”

And with that, she grabbed the bottle off the counter and handed it to me, then turned her around and pulled off her top. Her back was a minefield of tiny red bumps, but I barely noticed because being so close and with the difference in our heights, I was looking right down over her shoulders at her perky little breasts with their tiny pink nipples standing straight out. I instantly started getting hard again, but tried to ignore it as I slathered up her back with the cooling cream. Helen was making purring sounds and undulating slowly as a rubbed in the lotion, using my work-rough hands to scratch the itches a little bit as I did. When I was done, Helen turned around giving me an even better view of her amazing assets, then pressed herself into me wrapping her arms around me in a hug with her face turned up at mine.

I couldn’t resist, I reached one hand down as far as I dared – to the small of her back – and wrapped the other in her ponytail, using them both to pull her into me. I leaned down and we started kissing – hot, wet, intense – as my hands started feverishly roaming her body. I was already going a million miles an hour, but Helen stopped me and stepped back for a moment.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” she asked. I just shook my head. I mean, I had made out with a few girls, and one girl I’d been with had let me feel her up, but until that morning I had never even seen a woman naked in real life, I told her, afraid she’d stop when she realized how little I knew about sex, but Helen just smiled.

“I’ll show you what to do but, first, we have to do something about this,” she said pointing down at the raging erection trying to break free from my jeans. “I don’t want you to finish too quickly.” With that, Helen dropped to her knees, undid my belt buckle and pulled my jeans and underwear down in one move, causing my cock to spring free and point straight at her. Now, I’m not huge by any means, totally normal in length, but my girth is also definitely better than average, and I’m circumcised with a big mushroom head that women seem to like.

Helen smiled up at me and giggled a little, “I can definitely work with this,” she said and went straight for it. It was the first blowjob I’d ever had, but to this day, it’s still one of the best. Helen was one of those women who LOVE to suck dick. She went after my cock like she was starving, swirling her tongue around the head with each bob up and down, and zero gag reflex so that I could feel her throat muscles massaging my shaft as she bottomed out each time. Within less than a minute my knees were buckling and I told her I was about to cum. Helen didn’t even hesitate, just went all the way down on my cock and vacuumed up every drop as I shot three or four enormous blasts into her throat.

“My turn,” she said, standing up as I was still gasping for air with my head spinning. Helen bent over and peeled off her running shorts. As she stood up, I reached down and cupped her buttocks in my hands, relishing the feeling of the soft, hot, firm flesh, and stood up pulling her up to me. Helen responded by wrapping her legs tightly around my chest and arms around my neck as we started to make out again. I kept one hand underneath her, trailing my fingers into her slit which was already slick and warm with her juices. The other hand I started to roam around her back. I turned and carried her like that back towards her bedroom. I don’t know why, but I wanted to take her in her marital bed. Leave her quivering in the sheets her husband left cold. I carried her back and reached my free hand down, hauling the sheets off the big bed, then dropped her on her back and went to my knees.

These weren’t the days of internet porn, but I’d seen my share of late night Skinemax. I pushed her knees apart and dove in, lapping my tongue up and down her slit and pressing the tip between her lips to flick her clit. As I’d seen that morning, she was totally shaved, and there were little drops of moisture glistening and covering her sex. As I worked my tongue around her folds, she began moving her hips up and down rhythmically and guiding my head with her hands. She became wetter and wetter, and I was in heaven lapping up that salty sweet nectar, varying my pace and then sticking two fingers in her, working them in and out and curling them up the way my older brother had said he did with his girlfriend. Within a few minutes Helen was gasping and making little squeaking sounds, then she tensed up her whole body, pressing her pussy hard into my face and came in a rush that flooded my mouth with fresh juices.

And then I couldn’t help myself. I was long since hard again, and aching like I had the blue balls. I stood up while she was still gasping and twitching, pulled her knees all the way up, and plunged myself all the way inside of her. I didn’t ask, I took her. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as my cock pinned her pussy to the sheets.

At first, I used long, slow, hard strokes, finishing each one by pressing my pelvis into hers as hard as I could, then I went faster and faster. Her legs curled up around my back again, and I could feel her sex pulling me into it with each thrust. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, but I could already see Helen tensing up and beginning her own second orgasm, and I held out until she started to spasm and twitch. With a final thrust I bottomed out inside her and felt the tip of my cock pressed into her cervix as I shot another huge load, as deep inside of her as I could go.
We lay there with me on top of her for a long time until I started to go soft and slid out of her with a wet pop.

I rolled off and lay beside her, and Helen curled up against me, softly running one hand over my chest until she fell asleep.

(If you all like this, I have a lot more stories from my younger years to share, including some more with Helen, whose lawns I continued to mow for many years)