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Virginia Marie Patterson, 34 years old, was a redheads naked seriously independent career woman. Fairly tall, shoulder length dark hair, she had an impressive figure (though she always felt her ass was too big) and she had never really lacked for male attention. Until now.
Lately, a bitter divorce mature babes and self-esteem issues had all added up to months of feeling unattractive and undesirable. She hadn't been out for a romantic evening in ages. Which was why, at this moment, she was leaning across her kitchen sink, gazing out the window, staring longingly at the young man who was industriously mowing her yard.
He was young, well muscled, well tanned. Her eyes followed his sweat- slicked chest as he cut the last corner track. He had almost completed his typically thorough job, and she was certainly enjoying the view.
She shifted position a bit on the counter, uncomfortable to still be in her formal office attire. As she moved, her skirt slid upwards, baring an expanse of smooth leg, exposing her lacy thigh-high stockings. She was lost in thought as both the mower and young man disappeared from view.
William, her lawn worker, was a very nice young man. Tall, handsome, he'd just graduated from high school last month. He was gilmore girls intelligent and she knew he had already been accepted by his choice of colleges for school girls the fall. Interestingly he was quite shy around girls his own age and he positively stammered when speaking with her.
In a woman's way she wondered if he was still a virgin. Probably, she smiled. I know he hasn't nude teen dated much, and he doesn't have a current girlfriend. Oh my, if the opportunity ever presented itself, I would certainly love to- .
"Mrs. Patterson?"
Startled from her reverie, she quickly turned to see him standing in her kitchen. He was red-cheeked and she beautiful young models realized he had probably been ogling her upper thighs and rounded ass. She carefully smoothed down her skirt, not realizing it had ridden up so high. The flush on his features was not all from his christina model lawn-mowing exertion.
"I'm finished, and I put the mower away."
Smiling, she said, "Thank you, William. Would you like some lemonade?" teenage girls
"No thank you, ma'am. I need to be going home." hot girl
"Don't call me that!" Embarrassed by her outburst, she struggled to compose. "I'm sorry, William, but when those grocery sackers call me ma'am it makes me feel so old."
As he attempted to apologize she said, "Honey, it's OK, really, don't even think about it. I do hope you understand just how much help you are to bikini camel toe me. This house is very hard to maintain all by myself. I suppose sometimes it's tough to be alone."
She laughed a bit self-consciously at his questioning look. "Oh, no. The divorce was definitely best for all concerned. I mean, I certainly angelina jolie nude could not remain married to a man who was never home, who was never there for me. I couldn't remain married to a man who ignored me but managed to have sex with half the women in his office!"
His blush intensified at her innuendo, but in spite of his youth noticed that her wry grin didn't quite cover the amount of hurt still lingering in her blue eyes.
"Mrs. Patterson. I can't believe he could, I mean, I don't understand why, well he must have been crazy!"
"William, you are sweet," she smiled, saving him from further embarrassment. She walked gracefully towards him, heels clicking on the kitchen floor. To his immense surprise, she enveloped his body in a light hug, not minding the perspiration spotting his recently donned shirt.
"Thank you," she said, pulling back to look him in his eyes. "I really needed to hear that." sexy babes
She leaned forward again, having to stretch up just a bit despite her heels, and kissed him on his forehead.
He stood frozen in shock, and if latex babes the impressive bulge in his pants was any indication, seriously aroused. Random lusty thoughts filled her mind as well, but she reluctantly stepped back, patting his broad shoulders.
"Can I count on you to mow big thick butt black women next week?"
"Of course, Mrs. Patterson. I'd love to."
Smiling, she caressed his cheek. "Thank you, honey. Oh! I almost forgot!" She pulled a twenty-dollar bill from her purse on the table. "I know I already paid you, but I really want to give you a tip."
"No, you don't have to do that," he protested.
"I want to. You do such terrific work."
"I can't take it, really."
She sighed. "William, you are a treasure." Stepping forward she hugged him again, tightly, and deftly slipped the bill into his back pocket. "Thank you."
He stepped away, face crimson, stammering, "I, um, I need to go. I need to, um, take a shower! Bye!"
"OK, honey," she said, smiling. "See you next week!"
He left quickly, and she watched as he sprinted awkwardly across her beautifully trimmed front lawn. She eyed his progress until he was out of sight, then sat down wearily at the kitchen table, suddenly saddened from the uncomfortable memories of her marriage and divorce.
Drumming her long painted nails on the oak she wondered, and not for the first time, what must be wrong with her as a woman? Why hadn't she been enough for her husband? They shared similar interests, enjoyed their life together, and when he did happen to be home, had terrific sex. In fact, he'd been an excellent lover. In retrospect, she reasoned, he did female models nude have a great deal more practice in that area while we were married than I did.
At least, she thought, huffing in self-pity, an attractive young man thinks I'm hot! William is so cute, he just needs a little time to mature. In a year or so, she thought, getting up from the table, he's going to break so many hearts.
Standing, stretching, she slid her heels off and flexed her stocking-clad toes. Mmmm. She decided she needed to take a bath. With bubbles. And with wine. Yes, lots of wine. Snagging a bottle from the fridge and a glass from the rack, she cheerfully made her way upstairs. She dropped her clothes sheer bikini in a heap on the bedroom floor, turned on some sappy romantic music. Making sure she had fresh towels handy, she ran the water hot, threw in fragrant bath salts and lit a few aromatherapy candles. Pouring a full glass of wine and piling her hair up with a clip, she sank into the blue-green water, eyes closing in total bliss.
Oh. Oh, yes. Groaning, allowing the heat to penetrate and relax her muscles, she thought again of her young neighbor. He was going to be very popular with the ladies, especially if he was as well endowed as his package boasted. My goodness! Remembering the feel of his hard body against hers she imagined seeing his cock in its full erect glory. I wonder if he's taking that shower right now? All soaped up, wet, with those big hands moving over his firm muscles. I wonder if he's masturbating right at this moment, thinking of me? Raising her glass, she toasted William, drank deeply, and then lay back, eyes closing. Fingers idly toying with her nipples, she slid them down to her keira knightley bikini moistening pussy, mind wandering to thoughts of. . . .
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It was difficult to hurry with serious wood, but William made the trip home in record time. Inside the front door, he shouted hello to his folks and ran upstairs as they answered. He needed to shower the sweat, grass and arousal from his body.
Bathroom. Yes. Shut door, lock, and strip; pull jeans and boxers down carefully over hard cock, impatiently push to floor. He stepped into the shower, turned on the water. The sudden spray was cold and startling, but it heated up quickly and he held his head under the water with his eyes tightly closed. Better. Much better.
Starting with shampoo, he lathered ferociously. As tiny micro bikini he rinsed his hair he attempted to cleanse his mind of the thought of Mrs. Patterson's pretty ass as she bent over her sink.
Fuck.
His cock sprang to full attention now, and he involuntarily gripped himself with a soap-filled hand. She is so hot, he thought, slowly stroking. What I wouldn't give to see her tits, her ass., He picked up the pace as the hot water streamed over him. I want to see her naked, bent over, ass cheeks spread. pussy squirt His hand was moving faster, and he braced one forearm against the shower wall to roughly fuck his fist. He was so horny, and he jacked himself harder while his hips thrust forward.
God, I want to fuck her!
Groaning, he stiffened and exploded in a powerful orgasm. Cum splattered over the shower wall, endless spurts and he continued to pump his ass and squeeze his cock. Panting, slower movements now, intense shuddering, chills from his neck on-
Loud knocks on the bathroom door. "Billy?"
"Mom?" He managed, clearing his throat, "What do you want?"
"Your father and I are going out tonight with the Crawfords. We're planning on dinner and a show so we'll probably be gone pretty late."
"Okay," he said, still breathing heavily.
"How did your lawn mowing go?"
"Fine. All done until next week." Mother please go away!
"I'm so glad you're helping her out, she seems like a very nice lady."
"Yes she is."
"Well, okay. Goodnight, Billy. Don't wait up for us! We'll lock the front amateur redheads concrete blonde door, but don't forget to set the alarm."
"I won't mom. Bye."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
He heard footsteps, mumbled voices, his father's gruff words, his mother's excited laughter, the sounds growing fainter, the loud whump when the front door closed.
He heaved a big sigh, shaking his head and then continued with the shower. Soaping the rest of his body, he was amazed his cock was still somewhat hard. As he rinsed, he decided to finish at a much cooler temperature and he closed his eyes and clenched muscles as the cold water flowed over his hair, his neck, body. Bracing. Good.
Stepping out, he shaved beavers thumbnails dried off quickly and hung up the towel to make his mom happy. Picking up his grass-covered clothes he walked naked to his room, cock bobbing slightly with each step. He tossed the dirty clothes aside and searched through his dresser for clean underwear. Nothing? Shit!
Not wanting to go downstairs to the laundry room for clean duds, he decided free balling was the answer and pulled on a pair of nylon running shorts.
Realizing he hadn't emptied the pockets of his jeans, he went through them now, dumping the contents on the dresser. He immediately found the bill she'd planted. What the? She put the money in my back pocket and I never even noticed? He smiled, thinking of her hands on his ass and wished he'd been more aware when it happened.
Then he realized he could take the money back and tell her it wasn't necessary. It would give him the perfect opportunity to see her and maybe she'd even press her body up against his again. Besides, his folks were gone, so when he got back home he'd have some new ideas and a lot of privacy.
So, he stripped off the shorts and found a clean pair of jeans. He carefully zipped over his crotch; it felt a bit dangerous but exciting going without underwear. He chose a casual but nice button down shirt, but where the hell were his shoes? Fuck! I still need to comb my hair, brush my teeth. Shit! Where is my speed stick? He rushed frantically, attempting to become presentable. What if she's big natural tits getting ready to go out? I don't want to miss her. What if she isn't even home? Flowers. Should I bring her flowers? I would really love to see her in that skirt again, I wonder if she . . .
~
She emerged from her bath, skin flushed and warm, soft and sweetly scented. Toweling briefly, she undid the pins and shook out her hair, smiling as it fell in soft waves around her face. Feeling more beautiful than she had in months, she selected a pretty teal chemise and robe set. No one here to enjoy this but me, she thought, slithering into the satin. Winking at her reflection in the full-length mirror she said aloud, "but I'm worth it!" Throwing her office clothes into the hamper she went downstairs with the half-empty wine bottle clutched in her fist.
Lounging properly in the living room, feet up, mellow jazz on, she poured yet another serving of the very fine Merlot. She watched the color swirl in her glass, and decided she was over feeling sorry for herself. It was time to start enjoying life again. There was a definite warmth in her stomach, a naughty tingling glow that was begging her to dust off her toys, put in a truly nasty porno DVD, and fuck herself senseless.
She got up, downed the rest of the wine and decided against throwing the empty glass into the fireplace. She had just started upstairs and jumped in surprise when she heard the knocking at her front door. She almost didn't answer, but then she heard a quiet voice call, "Mrs. Patterson?"
She went at once to the hallway. Tightening the sash on her robe, smoothing her hair, she opened to greet her visitor. "Hello William."
His words exploded in a rush, emphasized by her scant attire. "Mrs. Patterson, I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you, but I just had to return this," he said, holding out the money. "You didn't need to do this, and now I feel badly about taking your-"
She stopped his chatter by gently laying fingers across his mouth. "You are one of a kind, aren't you?" She smiled, noticing his washed and combed hair, crisp clean clothes, a hint of cologne. "Won't you come in? And please, call me Ginny."
He audibly gulped, but bravely returned her smile as she removed her hand. He said, "I'd love to."
She brought him a coke and sat with him on the couch. They made simple conversation until he began to relax and open up, eventually calling her by her first name. They discovered a shared love for Chinese food, college basketball, black Labs. They liked the same jokes, same movies, and many of the same books.
Ginny was enjoying herself immensely. It was wonderful to have someone in her house, someone she was attracted to, girls nude someone who was attracted to her. She flirted just a bit; she didn't want to make him too uncomfortable but she did notice he kept eyeing her bare legs.
As she brought William another drink he suddenly jumped to his feet.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Patterson, I mean, Ginny. I can't believe how long girls pussy I've stayed. I probably should go."
She stood as well. "William," she said. "I'm having a wonderful time." Placing her hand carefully on his arm, she met his eyes. "Please stay." Her heartbeat quickened, and his cheeks flushed slightly as her hand traveled slowly from forearm to bicep.
Stamping down the little voice in her head that yammered what are you doing? she stepped closer to her young guest. He was taller, so she had to look up in order to biker babes pretty girls see his face.
"I'm very glad you're here." She said, caressing both his arms. He stood stock-still, a bit nervous, but she could easily see he was incredibly aroused.
"Did you know that I've thought about you?"
Attempting to find his voice, he rasped, "You what?"
"I've imagined you. Here, in my house. In my bed. With me."
And then she stepped into his arms. Leaning up, she gently kissed the corner bikini beach of his mouth, and again, and then took little nibbles until she reached the center of his teen cheerleader topless lips.
He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him; she unashamedly pressed herself against his body. Her softness yielded to his hardness as they kissed with increasing passion. When she slid her tongue into his mouth his body shook just a bit.
She pulled back and softly inquired, "William, you've never done this before, is that right?"
To his credit, he shook his head, smiling slightly, "No. No, I haven't."
She leaned in again, gently nipped on his neck, and her hands grew busy on his jeans. Undone, unzipped, his legs trembled slightly as she carefully tugged them free.
"Isn't it dangerous to go commando in a pair of jeans?" She asked, amused.
"W-what? Oh!" With sudden shock he remembered his after shower difficulties. He opened his mouth to explain but found her tongue there instead. Still kissing him she managed to unbutton his shirt; he pulled it off quickly, tossing behind him. She let her hands travel down his naked back, stopping at his ass. Cupping his firm cheeks with both hands she delighted naked teen girls naked people in his groans.
She let her hands follow as she slowly pushed the jeans down his muscular legs. Leaving them tangled at his ankles; she felt herself flush with desire at the sight of his lean body. His erection was solid, bikini chick pointing almost to his belly, and she smiled as she carefully handled his hot flesh.
Playfully kissing his mouth, chin, neck, she slowly shimmied her way down his hard body. She teased his nipples, licked his navel, and lower still, as his skin jumped excitedly at her touch.
"Ginny?"
"Shhhh."
On her pretty knees now, she looked up at him, smiling, blue eyes warm.
"I've been looking forward to this for a long time." Ignoring his gasp, she gently engulfed his rigid cock in her warm, wet mouth.
She bobbed her head a few times, and then began to suck him with increasing vigor. He was so hard, so young, she knew it wouldn't be long; he was already thrusting hot babe uncontrollably into her teen models mouth. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled, throating him deeply. He gripped her hair while moaning, grunting, and sliding his thickness in and out.
"God, Ginny. I'm-"
She guided him with excited whimpers and sweet eyes on his that begged him to cum in her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" He groaned as he exploded. She cheerleaders fucking swallowed, and swallowed again, as he tensed and shuddered. He stood tall with weakened knees, panting from exertion. Keeping her hands on his ass for balance, she licked her lips as the last of his cum filled her mouth.
She slithered back up his body happily. She kissed him, thinking he'd be shy or embarrassed, but he kissed her back with intensity, hands fisted in her hair, tasting his own cum and darkly excited from it.
"Let's go upstairs."
Nodding, he stepped out of his shoes and kicked his jeans aside. Standing proudly naked, he offered her his arm, and together they went to her bedroom.
He didn't notice the soft lighting, women masterbating romantic music or the inviting bed. She completely filled his mind, and he immediately asian girls in thongs drew her into his arms. But she pulled back with a naughty smile and pushed him gently forward to sit at the edge of her bed.
Delicately treading away, eyes on him, Ginny slowly untied the sash of her robe and wriggled her shoulders, letting it slither off to fall in a satiny pile. She was suddenly so nervous she could feel her heart pounding.
Taking a deep breath she turned her body away to coyly peek over her shoulder. His eyes gleamed as she slid the strap down one bare arm, and then playfully, the other. She smoothed the chemise down her lush body with her hands. It halted momentarily on her full ass, but then slid all the way off, leaving her nude except for her matching panties.
Crossing her hands over her chest, Ginny turned to face him. He watched intently as she teasingly pulled her arms away, baring her tits. Pretty peach- colored small breasts nipples hardened under his gaze as she thumbed the erect points mischievously, enjoying the lust on his face, in his eyes.
Turning away again she bent over slightly, spreading her long legs. She hooked fingers in her panties and slowly slid them down, exposing ample cheeks and the areas within. Her panties were on the floor and she stepped back, stepped around, showing him her secrets, offering him everything.
"Ginny. You're so beautiful."
She felt beautiful as she walked to him now and stood between shaved women his legs. He pulled her tightly against him and she began kissing him fiercely. Remembering her new role as teacher, she cupped her breasts and offered them to him.
"Use your tongue women in thongs on my nipples, William. Lick me, nibble me, please."
Grinning, he noisily attacked her warm skin, laving kisses and sucking passionately. She sighed, pushing herself against him, wanting more, needing more.