Gardener - Sex Stories

Gardener

... the faint stubble that would fill those shapely caverns glistened with perspiration was sexy. All that five o'clock shadow meant that Mrs. Cox had a hairy pussy, or so he had been told by friends who had actually seen a lot of pussies. Mike had only seen a couple of them in the flesh so he didn't know for sure himself, but it made sense. Mrs. Cox was wearing what looked like white shorts but as Mike looked closer he saw it was more like a skirt and exposed those solid legs of hers from the middle of those sturdy thighs down to where her little white socks were on her ankles. So Mike decided he was going to go out and talk to his neighbor as he often did, and do more looking than talking. He sensed that Mrs. Cox was aware of what he was doing but she never seemed to mind. Besides, she was probably close to 50, and since she got divorced about 5 years ago it wasn't like Mike had seen a stream of men over there. After their chat which would invariably get the teen aroused despite the very generic conversation topics, Mike knew he would probably go up to his bedroom window and look down and pleasure himself. It wasn't something he was proud of doing but it was a lot more enjoyable than anything else he would do the rest of the day. "Morning Mrs. Cox," Mike called out as he went towards the chain link fence that separated the properties, and that began what would be the best day of his young life. *** "Good morning Michael!" Rita Cox chirped merrily, smiling like she was happy to ...

... see him. "Going to be scorcher today so I thought I would get out here early." "Good idea," Mike agreed, taking a deep breath and enjoying the view as Mrs. Cox reached up and ran her hands through her hair, exposing those sexy armpits that sparkled with a little glaze of perspiration. Mike wondered what it would feel like to stroke the barely visible stubble that had grown since yesterday when those underarms were smooth. Probably like his face felt after a couple of days growth. "College starts next month, right Mike?" Rita asked, smiling like she had noticed the boy staring at her, and when he confirmed it she added, "Bet your Mom is glad you're staying local. When my k**s took off it really made this place seem empty. I should move because it's too much house for just me." "Hope you don't," Mike replied. "You're a cool neighbor." "Why thanks honey, but wouldn't it be good for you if a f****y with teenage girls moved in?" Rita k**ded. "I know how you young guys think." "I - uh," Mike mumbled as he pawed at the ground while staring at Mrs. Cox's breasts which were hanging perilously close to her waist without a bra. "Well, if I don't get this weeding started it will never get done," Mrs. Cox declared as she looked up the gentle slope where few weeds were visible to Mike as he pretended to care about the condition of his own yard and picked up some stray scraps of paper while watching Mrs. Cox throw down the soft yellow cushion she knelt on. Before kneeling she bent over and ...