Mrs. Anderson sat on her veranda with her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses.
Her body was poised in a slightly forward position, her neck stretched out as she looked into the yard next door. To anyone else it would appear as if we were relaxing on a Sunday afternoon with a glass of iced tea but Mrs. Anderson felt anything but relaxed.
With her husband gone, left on a weeklong work trip she was ready to enjoy her freedom in her own way. However, she had yet to grab the attention of the one that left her longing and aching between her legs.
She barely knew him. She had met him once as they moved in, after having taken over an obligatory offering of 'welcome to the neighborhood.' His mother had answered the door and seemed slightly put out... apparently one of those types who thought it best to ignore their neighbors.
It had offended Mrs. Anderson slightly, until he came down the stairs with a basketball in hand. His dark hair was tousled over his head and he was slightly sweaty, with big blue eyes and a boyish expression. The rest of him that followed was sharp and angular, a bit scrawny but there was just something in his eyes...
He barely acknowledged her when his mother made the introduction. Why would he? She was just a forty five year old woman with the body to show for it. Oh, she was looked good enough, but it was no match for the virile hardness this teenage boy displayed. He swept past her and ran outside bouncing the ball. Mrs. Anderson walked back to her house with a lump in her throat.
That was one week ago.
Since then her thoughts had been plagued with the boy stretched out on his bed with his cock in hand, stroking up and down as the moonlight played over his bare skin. In her own bed with her husband snoring away she would spread her legs and finger her wetted pussy, holding in the cries with a balled fist as she writhed on the bed. Without saying a word the boy was driving her crazy.
Even now, watching him climb a tree in the backyard she knew she was going to step over the line. She was going to woo him every way possible. She had already begun the process by learning all she could. Every morning she casually questioned the paperboy. He had told her quite a bit so far, saying that he was a bit of a loner and a gamer type that the girls didn't go for. A nerd, the kid said, obviously knowing it being a nerd himself.
"No girls around at all?" she had asked innocently enough.
"Nope not a one, but he looks at naked mags."
"How do you know?"
The paperboy had shrugged and suddenly looked embarrassed. "I saw it and...hey don't tell anyone I said that okay?"
She slipped him an extra two bucks and promised to keep her lips sealed.
Mrs. Anderson sat back in her chair and propped her legs on the other, letting her dress fall to the sides exposing her shapely calves. She took a sip of the watered down tea...damned ice cubes melted away on such a hot day... and feasted her eyes on the young boy across the way.
In her mind she rolled through all the possible things she could say, such as offering him money to mow the lawn, to putting up that little shelf in her bathroom. Buying him a game seemed to obvious and would raise his mother's suspicions, and why would he come over to use her husband's gaming system when it was likely he had a perfectly good one already?
He was hanging upside down now laughing as he held his phone in front of his face. His shirt was up around his neck and Mrs. Anderson could barely make out the light colored patch of hair snaking around his nipples and down his belly. His belly was hard and straight and she wanted to run her tongue down it until his cock was in her mouth. Without meaning to she ran her tongue over her lips and felt the ache even stronger. She wanted to close her eyes and touch herself right there but it would be obvious if he looked over.
Then again...
Mrs. Anderson parted her legs a little and sat back in her chair. Lightly she began touching her legs by stroking them with her fingers. The boy jumped down from the tree engrossed in his phone with his back to her. She moved her hands to her ample breasts and caressed them softly...her nipples were taut and she pulled the fabric down just a little. Braless, she slipped her fingers inside and tweaked a nipple, raising one knee and putting it on the chair and exposing her damp pussy to the air. She stared at his tight little ass and thought about how she would squeeze it when he pushed his virgin cock into her, and the thought of it was so hot that she moved her other hand down and began rubbing herself outside of her panties.
Suddenly he turned and saw her. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw his eyes, wide and surprised looking over at her. She pretended for a moment not to notice and then suddenly sat up in the chair. Her sudden motions startled him, and he bolted for the house without a word.
Mrs. Anderson smiled.
***
She dressed in something entirely different and with a bright smile went next door. His mother answered the door and looked stressed.
"Hello again."
"Hi. I was wondering if I could talk to Nick?"
"About?"
"Well," Mrs. Anderson said with a small laugh, "My husband is going to be away until next Friday and I really need someone to mow the lawn with how hot it's been. I don't want it to out of control when he gets back."
"Yea well I guess money might motivate him," she said irritably. "Nick!" she yelled. "Come out here."
He bounded down the stairs, saw her and froze.
"What's up mom?"
"Mrs. Anderson wants to know if you will mow her lawn this week."
"Uh," he said and fell silent. His mother look impatient and said, "figure it out, I've got things to do," and walked off.
Mrs. Anderson smiled at him. "Hi, I hope this is okay."
"Yea."
"Listen," she said and lowered her voice. "I really wanted to apologize for earlier."
He turned red and looked at the floor. "No problem."
"I didn't realize from that angle that you would be able to see," she said calmly knowing what an utter lie it was. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
"Its cool, really."
"I'm so relieved!" Mrs. Anderson laughed. "However, if you are interested I could use someone to mow the lawn. I pay well."
He looked up at her. "How well?"
"I think ten an hour is fair. It shouldn't take you more than a couple."
He grinned. "Hey that's great. It'd be the best price ever."
"Well being older now you deserve a higher wage. How old are you by the way?"
"Oh, I just turned eighteen. Birthday was last week."
"Such a great age... I loved being eighteen."
He shrugged. "Yea it's okay."
"I better scoot but how about you come over say tomorrow afternoon? Is that a good for you?"
"Tomorrow is graduation."
"Oh I see. So sorry, my children are grown and away from home, you are so right. Wednesday then?"
He nodded. "I'll be there."
She turned and left, and sure his eyes were on her.
That night Mrs. Anderson made herself cum several times. She laid on her back naked, back arched as she furiously rubbed her pussy. When her hand grew tired she switched to a toy until the room smelled of sex. She closed her eyes as the sated feeling washed over her in a warm glow and cum dripped down her legs. There was a huge wet spot on the bed...she would have to change the bedding before Harold returned home.
