This story is not like most of my recent stories, with romantic feelings involved. This is more pure smut lol. I have to have an outlet for my more perverse ideas. I hope most of my loyal fans will give it a read, as well as some new readers. Enjoy!
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My name is Francis "Frank" H. Ryan, I'm a happily married man with three sons. I'm forty-six now and I own my own landscaping business, which I bought outright from my father twelve years ago. The business had six trucks back then, working all around Nassau County on Long Island, New York. Now I have eleven trucks and we also work in Suffolk County, the western part, which is adjacent to Nassau. Each truck has a crew of from one to four men and women, depending on the size of the houses they service, plus a couple of office staff including my wife Marie, who keeps the books. We have a few mechanics keeping the trucks on the road and maintaining all the equipment. Marie and I are the definition of a small business success story. But that's not what this story is about.
I worked for my father since I was fifteen and he still serviced some of the clients himself. I would go out with him to a few houses a day and I learned the business from the ground up, which, in my opinion, is the best way. I worked for him on Saturdays during the school year and I worked during the week all summer long. When I went to college to study business and landscape architecture, I kept that schedule, including full time during the summer. As a result of all that physical work, I developed into a hard bodied young man, solid all over with well-defined muscles. Add to that my natural dirty blond hair and strong nose and chin, a nice tan from working in the sun, and I was very popular with girls when I started dating in high school. I lost my virginity in my mid-teens and had a few serious girlfriends, and some not so serious girls, over the years. I had a lot of sex, a lot of really hot sex during that time. But nothing was like the summer after my junior year at college, when I was twenty-one. That summer I learned the pleasures of older women.
That summer, 25 years ago now, I worked on my own for the first time. My dad gave me the responsibility of working on some of the smaller houses that didn't need a full crew. It was just mowing lawns, trimming hedges and raking leaves. Nothing I couldn't handle on my own. It was hard work, especially in the heat of the summer sun, and I always had a cooler of bottles of water and a few sports drinks to keep my electrolytes balanced. But no matter the drinks, any man or woman will sweat away a lot of fluids over the course of a hot day of physical labor. I easily lost a few pounds of water weight every day when the temperature was over 90 degrees, and I didn't have much in the way of excess weight to begin with. Within a couple of hours, my body and clothes were soaked and sticky. By the end of my day, around 4PM, my clothes were saturated, and I desperately needed a shower. A LONG hot shower.
That was the situation at my second, and last, stop of the day on a Tuesday in June, a particularly hot Tuesday. I was guzzling water and Gatorade frequently as I did the front lawn of Mrs. Pamela Cohen, when she pulled into her driveway from doing some food shopping. I knew her for years from her being a long-time client of my fathers', and I also knew her daughter Debra and son Michael, slightly through some mutual friends. They were twins, about a year younger than I was.
I'd been servicing her home for two years, always as a part of a two-man crew, but since I was now capable of doing these smaller jobs on my own, I had been working on her lawn on my own since the end of May. Pam Cohen was a very attractive divorcee, petite with shoulder length auburn hair and a killer body. She was a skilled real estate agent and dressed the part, very professional, suits with skirts, heels with hosiery. She was sexy as hell, and my cock stirred just seeing her bend over into her trunk to get her groceries. She had a great ass. It was almost as if she was showing off to me.
As she turned to walk up to her house, her arms full of groceries, she semi-waved to me and called out "Hey Frank! How's things today?" She was very fashionable in a white silk top that clung to the shape of her breasts and her snug, short, hounds-tooth skirt and smooth black hose and three-inch spike heels.
I waved back as I got out my hedge clippers. "Hey, Mrs. Cohen! Aside from it being hot out here, everything is fine! Monica says hello." Monica was my stepmom, whom my dad married five years previously after my parents divorced. Pam and Monica were kind of friendly from belonging to a local tennis club.
"Say hi back!" She disappeared into her house, and I had to get my head back into my work. Being distracted with hedge clippers could be very dangerous. Guys loose fingers when they don't pay attention.
About 20 minutes later, Mrs. Cohen came out, still dressed for work, with a tall glass of iced tea. "I kind of feel bad, having you work in this brutal heat. Take a few minutes and have some tea, sweetie."
Though I had my own drinks, I appreciated her bringing out the tea. It was a kind gesture, something few of the other customers on my route did. Besides, being up close to this sexy older woman was a high point of my day. I wasn't seeing anyone in particular at that point, and thinking about Pam Cohen would be excellent jerk-off material for later that night.
"Thanks, Mrs. Cohen. This really hits the spot. You'd be amazed how few clients offer a cold drink, even in this weather."
"Frank, I've told you before, please call me Pam."
"Sorry, force of habit...Mrs. Cohen." I smiled before I polished off the iced tea, being a little playful. Besides, on a job, my father insisted on calling clients by their family names.
"You're so bad!" she responded, playfully swatting my arm. As she walked away, she said "If you need to use my bathroom, just knock on the door. You're more than welcome, Frank."
That was also something that was frowned upon. We weren't supposed to use the homeowners' facilities when we worked. We were supposed to bring a device like police used on a stakeout so we could discreetly sit in the truck and urinate, but that time of year, I sweated so much I rarely had to pee before I got home.
I worked until 4, put my equipment in my truck, and knocked on the door to let Pam know I was done and needed her to sign the receipt for the finished work. It wasn't required; the clients weren't always home when we finished our jobs. But this gave me another excuse to get a look at Mrs. Cohen. I couldn't wait to get home, jump into a long hot shower and then relax in the nice, cool central A/C for a while before dinner. Then I'd meet some friends to do whatever.
