Hi, my name is dan, all the characters in this story are over 18. this is the story of how an awkward 19 year old became the local stud for his whole neighbourhood, and it starts with unexpected rain:
Business was good. And by 'business' I mean my agreement whereby I'd cut my neighbours' grass for money. I know, rock and roll.
But, living in in a sunny suburbia with lazy neighbours meant it was pretty lucrative. I wasn't exactly a billionaire, but it was easy work, and when you're 19 and trying to afford to move out of your parents' house, you take what you can get. My whole neighbourhood had reasonably sized lawns and most of them were happy to pay me to keep it all trimmed. I'd also clean patios, take up weeds and basically whatever they asked, for a price. But most of the time I'd just put on a good Spotify playlist and push a lawnmower back and forth for a couple of hours.
Of course there were some houses I enjoyed more than others. There was a disproportionately high number of single mothers in the area and... well this is on literotica I think we all know why I liked cutting their lawns. Nothing helps my work ethic like the milf just inside. And nothing ever happened, except a little flirting here and there, and as time went on they began to feel more relaxed around me, feeling free to walk around in just a bathrobe, or take a shower while I was outside. If it was a bigger job, they'd often invite me in for a coffee, and we'd chat about our lives and things. I'd do the job, get paid, and promptly go home and jerk off fantasising about them.
There was one woman who stood out amongst all others though. Her name was Rachel, and when I say she was hot, I mean boiling. She must've been mid 30s but didn't look a day over 25. Her mid-length hazelnut hair was truly beautiful, whether tied up in a neat bun, or draped over her shoulders, I thought it was perfect. I had a crush on her from the moment I saw her, and was pretty awkward around her, though she never minded. I'd still crack the occasional joke and be rewarded with that day-brightening smile of hers, which was by no means her only curve. She had a very shapely figure considering she had had a child. Her B cup breasts were still perky and full, making me extra awkward whenever she was anything that showed cleavage. She was by far my favourite. I'd lost count of how many times I'd jerked off thinking of her. But I always knew nothing would happen. Despite their age gap of about 10 years, Rachel and my mom were pretty close friends, so making a move was completely off the table. That and the fact that I had about as much game as a rusty spoon. 19 years old and I'd only had sex once. I'm getting sidetracked, I'll get back to the point.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" Rachel asked me in a bewildered tone. I simply laughed and stepped inside. I look led back at the half cut lawn, with a curtain of rain suddenly showering down upon it. "Oh, sorry Dan, I mean where the hell," she corrected herself
"Come on, I'm 19 year old, I think I can deal with a swear word" I said.
"Sorry, sometimes I forget that you're not little anymore" she remarked "which is weird actually, considering those abs" she gave me a wink and pointed at my soaked t-shirt, now clinging to my chest, showing off my beginnings of a six pack. I became slightly flustered becoming imminently aware of Rachel's low cut top.
"I'm just glad I didn't get electrocuted" I said, turning back to the window so she didn't see me blush.
"Yeah. Look at you, you're wet through, if you like you can go use my shower. I'm sure I can find you some fresh clothes" she offered kindly, that heart warming smile spreading across her face once more.
"Uh, yeah thanks if you wouldn't mind."
"Probably best use the en suite, the main bathroom still has Tim's potty in it."
