Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

Ian was 19 and fresh out of his first semester in college. He was of average height and weight, in fact there was nothing very unusual at all about him. He played a few sports, baseball was the only one he was much good at, liked history, creative writing, but an average student for the most part. No one reads this part of the story, do they?

Anyway, with no real skills or work experience, Ian was mowing lawns and doing gig delivery work whenever he had time. One particularly hot June day, Ian answered a call from a Mrs. Benedict, asking if he was available to come do some yardwork.

Ian would take whatever he could get at this point. He had a girl he was not quite official with, and he hoped to close that gap with tickets to a big show and a fancy dinner, if he could even find a way to pay rent at the 8-dude crash house where his former roommate had managed to get him a couch with a curtain for privacy.

The sultry voice on the phone only said she needed some yardwork done and that she tipped very well. That's all Ian needed to hear. He accepted and was on his way within the hour.

He arrived at a fairly affluent neighborhood following the address he'd been given. The house was of modern cookie cutter suburban design, a pretty basic upper middle class place. He rang the doorbell and was somewhat shocked when the woman who answered was wearing a very sheer black night dress.

Shaking his gaze away from her very large erect nipples on two very generously ...

... proportioned breasts, Ian managed to explain that he was here to do some yardwork. He couldn't help notice the woman was very striking with short dark hair and severe features. She was very fit but had pale freckled soft skin. He could see some age around her neck but she was gorgeous, and the little imperfections only made her more real and more intimidating.

Her voice was very friendly however, and she explained to him that her previous gardner hadn't edged the way she had asked. She actually used the word "edged" quite a lot, he remember sometimes later. She also asked that he cut trim her bushes while he was there. He eagerly agreed and set off to work.

It was indescribable hot. He was starting to think this wasn't worth it and he should just offer to finish tomorrow morning when he heard the front door open and close. Mrs Benedict had thrown on a pair of shorts under the gown, but her tits were still as jaw dropping as before in the sheer black fabric. She was carrying two tall glasses of lemonade and offered him one in her sweet motherly voice.

"Oh wow, I can't say no to that. It's a hot one" he nervously stammered in an attempt to make small talk. Grown ups like to talk about weather, right? She only smiled and held out a glass, which clinked against his, almost causing him to drop it, but he recovered. He put it to his lips and after a long swallow of the cold refreshing drink he managed a "Thank you, ma'am "

"Of course sweetie," she cooed back at him. "I wouldn't ...