Yard Work - Sex Stories

Yard Work

... out and find some fun! The summer's almost over! And I've got to get going myself. Even us old maiden ladies have to find some fun in the summertime, y'know!" They all laughed ruefully and chairs sc****d against the wood deck as they rose. Somewhat uncomfortably, I was gratified to see, as they once again shifted their clothes to make room for what they now carried. They filed down the steps and out the back gate, all except for the tall one, who lagged behind the others. "You know," he said, all at once bashful for someone who had so recently sent me a sizzling glance with his hand on his cock, "I just realized that we didn't even introduce ourselves." He put out his hand. "I'm Josh." I put my hand in his, amazed at the manly strength that engulfed my fingers. I looked up into his incredibly blue eyes. "Hi, Josh. I'm Karey." I smiled right into his eyes. He didn't flinch. Instead, he brought my hand up to his lips. Pretty continental for a young k**. "Hi, Karey," he rumbled, "thanks for the job." A giggle escaped before I could stop it. "No problem. Any time!" I could feel my face burning as my body once again began to respond almost against my will. He dropped my hand with another crooked smile and slipped down the stairs and out the gate. I stood for a moment to catch my breath. I should watch myself, I thought. This is just how a person gets into trouble! I went inside to dress. I confronted my closet. My whole body felt swollen and tender, nothing more than my pussy. I ...

... slipped my finger between my labia and felt a rush of moisture. Always ready, aren't you, you slut, I thought. Well, let's make the best of it. I pulled out a sweet little dress that always made me feel fuckable - a black and white sleeveless Donna Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this slutty. I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a short full skirt with a little crinoline to hold it out, belted tightly and a close fitting bodice that dipped deeply, little lapels that stood out from my bosom, offering a luscious decolletage. Oh yeah. I put on pearls and high-heeled black sandals. I decided to leave my legs bare to the heat. And to forego the panties for the evening. A dangerous combination, I thought with a wicked grin at my reflection. I was leaning into the hall mirror, putting on a coat of bright red lipstick when the doorbell rang. I gave myself a long look. Who could that be? I struck a Barbara Billingsley pose for the mirror, liked the look and went to open the door. "Josh!" I said, my breath catching just a bit. "Hi, Karey. Wow! You look... really nice!" We stood staring for just a moment through the screen door. Then my senses returned and I opened the screen. "Come in! What can I do for you?" He passed close as he entered and his scent once again filled my head with a****l thoughts. I closed the front door behind him. He turned, and we were nearly touching chest to chest. I looked up to see his eyes glued to my breasts. He drew a ragged breath. So ...