Gardener - Sex Stories

Gardener

... straightened a little piece of fence, and as she did Mike watched the muscles in her calves bulge a bit but as she leaned further down that little skirt rode higher and exposed more and more thigh. "Nice," Mike whispered to himself as the sunlight made the light down on the backs of Mrs. Cox's thunder thighs sparkle, but then when the teen boy's eyes went higher he did a double take. Black panties? That was his thought at first when he looked up to Mrs. Cox's crotch, but then he realized that it probably wasn't underwear but hair. Deep black hair that apparently grew up from her pussy and filled the deep crack between her legs. "You can help if you want to honey," Rita Cox said, and when her voice broke Mike out of his trance he knew that his neighbor had seen him staring, but she didn't seem upset. "If you have nothing to do that is." Mike stammered and stuttered, panicking at being caught staring, and he almost said no before he caught himself. "Uh sure," Mike said. "Don't know much about gardening though." "Not much to know, and besides, I'd like the company," Rita responded. "Okay," Mike said, and after contemplating walking around changed his mind and grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted over with little effort, happy that he stuck the landing and didn't make a fool of himself by falling on his face. "Oh my," Rita said. "That's quite an entrance." "It's not that high. What can I do to help?" "There's a big bag of top soil in the garage right as you go in. Could you ...

... bring it out here?" Mike nodded and went up to the garage, and after he went in and saw the bag she wanted he looked out at Mrs. Cox bent over. "Oh man!" Mike said to the empty garage as he saw her ass in all its glory, and while he knew that the girls in Playboy didn't have asses like that and he had never thought a woman could have a hairy ass crack like Mrs. Cox did, he decided he liked this better. Maybe it wasn't feminine but it sure was sexy. So sexy that he was tempted to stay in the garage and jerk off watching, and the way he felt it wouldn't take long, but he decided against it and instead rearranged his erection in his shorts so it didn't show, and in the casual and rather brief shorts that wasn't easy. "Oh, thanks honey," Mrs. Cox said as Mike dropped the bag next to her. "Nice to have a big strong guy around to do the heavy work. I miss that. You should see how I struggle carrying one of those." "I have - I mean I bet. It wasn't that heavy though," Mike babbled as he almost let on that he had seen her carry stuff like that plenty of times, and it didn't look like she didn't have all that much trouble doing it, not being the shrinking violet his Mom was. "Not heavy for a big strong guy like you," Mrs. Cox said with a smile as she straightened up, and as she playfully reached over and squeezed Mike's bicep - making him glad he wore the tank-top if not the revealing shorts - she added, "I used to play field hockey back in college and liked to mix it up but those days ...