It was Sunday afternoon and Marian Robinson had two problems. The first was that the man who usually mowed her lawn had gotten a steady job and would no longer be around. She had no lawnmower to do the job herself, and the grass was starting to get longer than it should be in her nice suburban neighborhood. She would need to do something about it, such as hiring a different gardener but those she had spoken with had all asked for more than she was willing to pay. When she was a teenager, over thirty years earlier, she had mowed lawns and done other odd jobs and had never had the nerve to charge a tenth of what was being demanded now.
Her other problem was much more serious; she was horny and didn't know what could be done about it. Her favorite dildo had coaxed an orgasm out of her the previous night, but it had been highly unsatisfactory. What she needed was a real cock. George Boxlicker, her sometime sex buddy, hadn't had time for her lately, and she missed him, especially his tongue. There were dozens of men who would be more than willing to fuck her, but she wanted something better. Tall, with large, firm breasts and sun-tanned skin, dark brown hair and blue eyes, Marian was quite an attractive woman and she knew it. She considered herself to be deserving of a man who would take his time with her, the way George did, licking and sucking her breasts and eating her pussy until she enjoyed a great orgasm, before taking his cock and.... She quickly put such thoughts out of her mind; they didn't help and they just made things worse.
While pondering what to do about the two problems, Marian heard a lawn mower operating nearby. When she looked out the window, she saw the neighbor boy, Brian or something like that, mowing their front lawn. As she watched, he expertly steered the machine around the flower beds and along the walkway, working quickly and doing a neat job. "I'll bet I can get him to mow this lawn. And do it cheap too, if I go about it the right way," she told herself.
At one time, Marian had thought of the boy as being a pervert, but she had softened her opinion of him. She liked to sun bathe by her swimming pool in the back yard and one time she had spotted him peeping through the fence at her. After she complained to his mother, he hadn't done it again, and Marian had, since then, come to realize there was really nothing perverted about a young man wanting to look at an attractive, scantily clad woman, such as herself. Assuming he still wanted to look, she knew how she could benefit from his interest.
Marian went into her bedroom and changed her clothes. The Bermuda shorts were replaced by snug hot pants that showed off her long legs and tight ass. She stripped off the blouse and bra and replaced them with a plain white cotton t-shirt. Her dark nipples were outlined under the thin fabric and her breasts swayed enticingly when she moved her upper body. "Just for getting a look at me in this outfit, he ought to mow the lawn for free," she told herself.
She went to the front porch to wait until Brian came by again and, when he did, Marian approached him. "Brian?" she called out.
He heard her over the sound of the mower, but just barely, so he shut it off and looked at her hungrily. "She sure looks good," Ryan told himself, but he had memories of her looking even better, wearing nothing at all and masturbating in the back yard. He had watched her undress and get herself off with her fingers while he was peeping through a hole he had drilled in the wooden tool shed that abutted the fence separating their back yards. Ryan still masturbated to the memory and he could feel his cock stiffening as she approached.
"Hello, Mrs. Robinson." He shifted nervously from one foot to the other, and moved to keep his crotch concealed behind the lawn mower handle.
"Hello, Brian."
"Er, that's Ryan, Ma'am."
"Oh. Sorry. Ryan, then. And why don't you call me Marian? After all, we're friends and neighbors, and both adults. You're almost 21, aren't you?"
"No, I'm just eighteen, Mrs... er, Marian."
"Okay, eighteen then, but an adult anyhow. I wanted to ask you, can you mow my lawn too? The front one here and the back? I'll pay you five dollars." That was a fourth as much as she had been paying the gardener but she wouldn't mention that.
"Sure." Ryan hardly thought about how much work he had just agreed to do for so little money; he was too busy staring at her nipples and at how her tits moved under the thin fabric of her t-shirt when she leaned toward him.
"Okay. Let me know when you're done." Marian turned and walked back to her house, a smug look on her face, that was turned away from Ryan, who was more interested in the way her ass was moving anyhow.
Later, with her second problem still on her mind, as it had been for the last week, Marian looked out the back window and saw Ryan at work there. The day had gotten hotter and he had removed his shirt. She had always thought of him as being fat, ever since he had swum in her pool as a child, but she realized that was no longer so. Upon seeing his bare torso, although there was a little extra weight around his waist, she realized he was not what she would call fat. In fact, it looked as if he had been working out; his chest was big and so were his shoulders. He looked quite strong and athletic and able to take care of himself.
After a minute of looking at his chest and shoulders and the muscles in his arms, Marian realized he might be the answer to her more urgent problem too. He seemed to be available and was almost certainly horny. She could swear him to secrecy but even if he did tell somebody, there was nothing anybody could do about it. His parents might get pissed off but he was 18 years old, and fair game. Marian was pretty sure he would be awkward and inexperienced, but she could teach him to give her what she wanted. After he finished the lawn, she decided, she would invite him into the house to pay him and play it by ear from there. One thing for sure, he was a better prospect than anybody she had exchanged emails with.
An hour later, they were sitting across the kitchen table from each other, with Ryan still nude above the waist, his shirt draped over the back of his chair. She had paid him and offered him a cold Pepsi, which he was glad to get. He had stuffed the money in his wallet and sat down to drink his pop, a few stray blades of grass clinging to his sweaty, muscular body. Marian smiled in anticipation of that body lying under hers and began her efforts to bring that happy circumstance about.
"Ryan, you're all sweaty. Why don't you take a shower?
"Yeah, I'll do that as soon as I get home."
"Why not use my shower while you're here? I can wash your back for you."
"Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh." Ryan was tongue-tied at that thought. She was suggesting washing his naked back. With her hands. The same hands he vividly remembered watching her use to fondle her tits and pussy.
"C'mon," she said, coming around to the other side of the table. "It's this way." Marian led the young man to her bedroom and her personal bathroom. Under different circumstances, she would have directed him to the shower in the hall bathroom but she wanted him in her personal space, with its reminders of her and its proximity to her bed.
