Chapter 5
Betty awoke late Saturday morning in a pool of dampness from sweat-soaked sheets. She had been dreaming about the young salesman Peter Michaels, and she awoke with a start just as he was about to drive his erect cock into her hungry pussy. She could feel her warm hand pressing into the moist crevice between her legs. It had been a wonderful dream, and Betty wished that she could have remained asleep to its completion. Rolling over to a cool part of the bed, she rubbed her eyes until she could see clearly, and looked up at her reflection in the wall mirror. She wondered if the puffiness in her eyes would go away.
Still watching the reflection, she threw off the covers and carefully studied her full young naked body. She ran her hands sensuously down over her pointed breasts, feeling their form with her warm palms. The nipples were still erect from the dream and the feel of her hands gave her a pleasant sensation. Keeping her hands on her breasts, she drew her knees up toward her chest and spread her firm thighs out wide' She stared at her reflection in the mirror, the narrow slit of her pussy seeming to throb at her gaze.
There was moisture near the opening of her tight vagina, and for a long moment she thought that she would complete what her dream had started within her. Her belly was hungry for a good fucking, and for a moment she debated whether or not she should take the huge dildo out of its cloth bag and shove it deep up inside her burning pussy. The idea was appealing, but when she got up off the bed to get the device, she had second thoughts. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had seduced the young salesman, she thought to herself. Surely she could make it through the day without needing her cunt filled again! In a way, she was glad that Steve would not be home this weekend. It would be too frustrating to have to have his lifeless body lying next to her, knowing that his massive cock would not respond to her lustful need.
Betty went to the closet and pulled her robe from the hanger. She went out of the bedroom quickly, afraid that if she stayed in there her resolve not to use the appealing phallus would be washed away.
Stopping in the living room to open the drapes, Betty looked out at the warm sunshine and wondered whether or not she should put on a bathing suit and go out into the backyard to improve her tan. She was still undecided as she walked into the kitchen and filled the coffee pot
with water. Just as she finished plugging it in the doorbell rang.
All sorts of images flashed through her mind as she wondered who could be at the door.
'My God,' she thought, 'I hope it's Peter Michaels!'
She almost ran to the door in anticipation, stopping only a moment to smooth her rumpled hair.
Betty opened the door quickly, disappointment flooding over her as she saw that it was not Peter Michaels standing there. Instead, it was a stranger only a boy, really. She tried to keep the disappointment from her eyes, but she saw that he was a very good-looking young man.
"Hi!" Ricky said before she had the door all the way open. "I'm Ricky Davison ... just moved into the O'Malley house down the block," he added, pointing back over his shoulder in the direction of his family's new home.
Betty looked in the direction Ricky was pointing and she remembered seeing the van down the street yesterday. She wondered what the young man wanted.
'It's a little ironic,' she thought bitterly, 'two handsome young men coming to my door in two days!'
Then she caught herself she was not being very neighborly to the young man.
"Yes, I noticed the van yesterday. I'M Mrs. Winslow," she held out a well-shaped hand and shook the hand that the boy held out. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I noticed that your lawn needs mowing and I thought you might allow me to do it," Ricky said, his young eyes taking in the ripe figure beneath the robe. He could see that wore nothing underneath, "I've always earn my own money for school clothes and things."
Betty stood there for a moment, wondering what to say to the boy. Steve always took care of things like that on weekends. Then she remembered that Steve would not be here this weekend. She decided that there were some things around the house that needed a man's broad back and muscles to do.
"I'm glad you stopped by, Ricky. There are some things I might have you do," Betty looked out past his body and saw that the lawn was getting a little high. "Why don't you come in and join me in a cup of coffee while we discuss it?"
Ricky was stunned by the beautiful young woman's invitation. She was the most gorgeous thing he had dyer seen. Just the thought of talking to her made him excited. Perhaps he might even get a quick glimpse of those lovely big tits! He stepped inside the house quickly as she held the door open for him.
"I hope I'm not bothering you, Mrs. Winslow."
"Not at all," Betty said, leading him into the kitchen. Her buttocks swung just a little as she walked in front of him, exciting him even more.
Betty took two cups from the cupboard and prepared to pour the coffee.
"Would you rather have a glass of milk or a soft drink?" she asked.
"Coffee's fine, ma'am," Ricky said, hoping his voice didn't crack the way it sometimes did lately. He wanted this beautiful young woman to think he was a man not just a callow boy.
"We've been staying in Seattle for the past few days," Ricky said, "waiting for the moving men to show up with our things. I hope my mother gets things settled soon, our house is really a shambles." Ricky was having a hard time trying to find things to say to the lovely young woman. "I guess your husband doesn't care much for mowing the lawn?"
Betty laughed at the boy's question. There were a good many things that Steve didn't care to attend to. "My husband is away during the week. He's regional sales manager for a company in Seattle and he has to be on the road quite a lot."
"Oh. I'm sure glad I stopped by then. There are probably lots of things I can help you with," Ricky exclaimed, surprised to see the woman blush slightly.
Betty sat down at the table and looked at the boy as she drank her coffee. He was a handsome thing, the kind of boy whom you see in those Hollywood "beach party" movies. His blonde hair was almost white from the sun and his body and face tanned a deep brown. She could see that his beard was just starting to get heavy enough to shave regularly.
"You say you'll be going to school here?" she asked, trying desperately to get her mind off the boy's muscled young body.
"Yes, ma'am," Ricky replied, hoping that she would think it was college that he would be attending instead of high school. He wanted her to think him older than his sixteen years.
"Where did your family come from?" Betty asked, rather bluntly. She liked the young man immediately but wanted to keep her mind from the lewd thoughts racing through her brain.
"Chicago. Not a very interesting place, I guess, but it had its good points too. My father received a promotion with his company and it meant moving out here." Ricky noticed a slight change in Mrs. Winslow's expression, and he wondered if he should drink his coffee and start mowing the lawn.
Betty was thinking about her own move to Seattle from Ohio. She hoped the young man found more luck here than she had! As he brought the coffee cup to his lips she could see the muscles ripple through his bare forearms. She wondered how old he really was.
"I suppose you left a lot of girls behind, Ricky?" Betty asked, her face reddening at the boldness of the question.
"Just one, ma'am. Just Shirley. She was my, uh, my ... fianc‚." Ricky lied. He could see the loose robe falling away from her full breasts, exposing the milky white flesh and the soft swelling of the twin mounds.
"Poor Shirley," Betty said, "I hope you get to see her again soon."
"Yes, ma'am. So do I!" Ricky burst out, trying to compare the young Shirley's teenaged body with the figure of this lush full-breasted woman sitting across the table from him. How could he have ever thought Shirley beautiful? She was like a stick alongside the lovely Mrs. Winslow. Ricky wondered how her husband could leave this sexy thing alone all week?
Betty was trying to figure out what needed being done around the house. She wanted to keep Ricky here as long as possible. She knew it was wrong to tempt herself with this young boy, but she couldn't help it. Besides, it would do no harm just to watch him for an hour or so. Then perhaps she could come back into the bedroom and use the dildo. It would be better that way, plunging the massive thing in and out of her hungry pussy while she fantasized about Ricky's hard young body!
"Why don't you start by mowing the front lawn," she said, already making plans to put on her brief bikini and be waiting for him in the rear of the house, "then you can do the backyard."
Ricky was really excited by her acceptance of his offer. He way trying to earn enough money to buy an old car, but he would work for Mrs. Winslow for nothing, just to be able to stay near her.
"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Winslow. I'll do a good job for you," Ricky smiled as he replied. "I'll tell you what, I won't charge you this first time.
Maybe then you'll let me help you regularly."
Betty wondered how much it would shock this young man if he really knew what kind of regular "help" she needed! She was getting excited at the prospect of showing off her beautiful body to this boy. She wanted to see if he would look at her like Peter Michaels had yesterday. She had to know that other men yes, even young men found her attractive. Her ego was so badly bruised from her husband's inattentions that she had to reassure herself over and over again that she was desirable!
"You'll do nothing of the sort, young man!" Betty said, leading Ricky out the back door and toward the garage where Steve kept his power lawnmower and hedge-trimming tools. A gust of wind caught her robe, suddenly blowing it away from her lovely long legs.
'Jesus Christ,' Ricky thought to himself, 'why couldn't I have been in front of her to see that?'
As it was, he caught only a brief glimpse of her upper thighs before the pulled the robe down and clutched it firmly shut.
"I think you'll find everything you need in here, Ricky," Betty said, pointing to the open garage. "I'll clean up a little while you get started." She was halfway back to the house when she turned and called out, "If you need anything, just give a holler!"
It was all that Ricky could do to keep from telling her exactly what he needed. He would give anything to take one of her nipples into his eager mouth and suck frantically on it. His young cock was stirring in his tight pants as he thought of what it would be like to fuck a real woman! Not a child like Shirley. Shirley was all right for other kids, of course, but he was almost a man! He needed a grown woman who could teach him all the things that a man needed to know! His cock was straining to be stroked as he bent over the lawnmower and tried to figure out how to start it. He wanted to get the job done as quickly as possible and get back to beautiful Mrs. Winslow.
Betty went back into the house and into her bedroom. Her loins were tingling with the first warm flush of desire building in her. She tried to put it out of her mind, to think of her husband Steve anything to get the lewd images out of her lusting brain. It wasn't right to have such thoughts about a mere boy. The helplessly aroused housewife decided she needed to keep herself busy, to find something that would distract her obscene cravings. She stripped and went into the shower, careful not to touch her breasts or pubic region as she soaped herself. The hot stinging needles of water only made it worse, reminding her of the warmth of another body pressed into hers.
After her shower, she went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, torn between the desire to use the dildo and find some measure of relief or putting on her skimpy bikini and lying in the backyard while the handsome young boy worked. She heard the loud roar of the lawnmower as it came around the side of the house, close to her bedroom. She crossed to the window quickly and looked out. Standing so that she wouldn't be seen, she watched the teenaged blonde-haired boy as he worked. His muscular arms were lean and tan, the strength in them obvious from the way he was handling the mower. His shoulders were wide, like a man's, his waist and hips narrow. He took big effortless strides as he pushed the mower, and at the edge of the lot he almost had to lift the heavy machine to turn it around. Betty could see the outline of his penis at his crotch.
'My God,' she thought in wonder, 'how huge it is! I wonder what it must be like erect and throbbing?'
She didn't even try to keep the lewd thoughts out of her head.
Betty guessed that Ricky was sixteen or seventeen, and inexperienced in sexual matters maybe even a virgin! The idea excited her greatly and she remembered her own loss of virginity. She knew that it was different for a man. There was no pain for him! Thinking about having the young virile body on top of her made her belly ass with sexual hunger, and she faced the notion squarely. It was wrong, there was no question about that. But hadn't it been wrong yesterday, too, with Peter Michaels? She could tell by the way young Ricky had watched her over their coffee that he was excited about being alone with her. He would be shocked if he knew how easy it would be for him to take her. She knew that he wouldn't make the first overtures. He was on the threshold of manhood, but there was enough of the insecure teenager remaining to make it impossible for him to initiate any sex between them. If it happened at all it would be because she decided to force the issue, and her body was telling her that she would soon have no control over herself.
She went to the dresser and took out the flimsy little bikini bra and panties. As she stepped into the panties and tied the bra at her back, she admired her body in the mirror. The boy could not fail to be excited by her firm ripe breasts and lovely long legs. Looking at herself like this she felt young again, like a teenaged girl on her first date at the beach with a handsome young beau! The brief bikini revealed more than it concealed; her breasts were almost completely bare with only a thin strip of cloth covering her brown nipples and holding the jutting mounds erect.
She took a soft blanket from the linen closet and walked through the quiet house to the back door. She could hear the hum of the mower in front of the house and she knew that he would soon be finished with the front yard. Quickly she went out into the backyard and selected a secluded spot behind the garage. She spread the blanket, knowing that no one in any of the neighboring houses could see through the thick hedge that grew tall enough to offer complete privacy back here.
Betty lay down on the blanket and took a bottle of suntan lotion from her beach bag. She massaged the fluid onto her arms and legs, lingering for longer than necessary when she reached her sensitive inner thighs. Her palms spread the lotion with an exciting caress, working downward from her pubic area to her knees with a loving smooth motion. She could hardly stand the burning release within her lower belly. It wanted release demanded release!
Suddenly Betty could no longer hear the loud sound of the mower. She glanced up and was startled to lock eyes with Ricky. She had no idea how long he had been standing there. It was apparent, thought Betty, that the young man was extremely excited and agitated by the sight of her almost naked body. The blonde-haired youth was leaning against the garage, his legs hidden by a low bush, his slack mouth almost drooling as he watched her arms perform their caress of her body while she spread the lotion.
Betty could almost sense the state of his penis at that moment. She knew that it must be raging with desire. No male could look on such a lovely sight without feeling lust boil up within him. Betty smiled up at the boy to help him over his embarrassment at being caught watching her.
"All done with the front yard, Ricky?" she asked.
"Yea, uh, yes, ma'am, I think so," he replied, confused and ashamed at being seen like this. He hoped that Mrs. Winslow could not see the pulsing bulge at his crotch and send him away. He had to stay now!
"I thought I'd get a little sun while you were working," she said brightly, "You're so brown that I must look like a corpse alongside you!"
Ricky wanted to interrupt her, to tell her just how beautiful he thought she was. She looked like an angel to him, a lovely angel who could melt snow by the sheer radiance of her loveliness.
"I think you look just ... just..." Ricky couldn't get the right words out. ". . . just fine, Mrs. Winslow."
Betty laughed at the boy's confusion. She knew that there was to be no turning back now. She would have him have his bulging young cock in her burning pussy before too long. There was no doubt of it in her mind. She could feel his eyes feasting on her body, darting back and forth from the smooth milky white breasts to her long slender legs. Wherever they went, the two orbs always came back to rest on the thin little band of cloth that covered her crotch. Betty was tempted to take him into the house right now and to begin the pleasure-filled lovemaking. All that it would have required would have been for her to take him by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. Nature would do the rest. But, strangely, she was reluctant to have the delicious moments over so soon. She wanted to stretch out the little seduction, to play him like a fish on a line, to
lead him to the very edge of success and then back away, to prolong the excitement for a long as she could before surrendering to his firm young body and throbbing cock. She knew that it would be a long day for her and she wanted to experience the fiercely raging lust until her burning pussy could stand it no longer.
"Care to give a girl a hand, Ricky," Betty said with a seductive smile as she held out the bottle of lotion.
Ricky was stunned at what she was suggesting. She must mean for him to rub the fluid onto her body. He wondered if he was hearing correctly. Then suddenly, he remembered the throbbing cock bulging at his crotch. He couldn't possibly come out from behind the bushes and let her see that!
Betty solved the problem for him by rolling onto her stomach, her head cradled in her folded arms. "Please, Ricky," Betty cooed.
Ricky hurried to the blanket and came down to his knees, his eyes drinking in her beautiful back and legs. He was shaking as he took the bottle of lotion and poured some into his palm.
"Where, uh, where shall I, uh, start?" Ricky asked, his voice breaking as he thought of his strong hands massaging the lovely flesh.
"Do my neck and back first, Ricky," Betty said softly, reaching around to untie the bra strap. She could smell the strong male odor coming from his crotch and hoped that he would not spill the lovely thick white cum outside her hungry cunt.
Rick touched her finely-sculpted back timidly, then his fingers began to massage her. beautiful flesh with a more insistent kneading motion as he heard her sigh softly. Up and down her back went his hands, caressing her as they moved, skirting the sides where her smooth breasts bulged beneath her body.
"Oh, that feels so good! You have such strong hands, Ricky." Betty said. "Why don't you do my legs now?"
Ricky couldn't believe that this was happening to him. It was one thing to be able to massage her smooth back it was something entirely different to feel the wonderfully soft flesh of the long lovely legs. He watched in amazement as Betty separated her legs slightly for him. He was almost wild with desire as he saw the little damp spot in her crotch where he knew her pussy lay. Little dark hairs pushed outside the thin strip of material, an obscene reminder to him of her womanhood. His hands were shaking more than ever and he had trouble pouring more liquid into them. Slowly, he reached down and began to stroke the smooth flesh, working faster as she moaned in pleasure. He wanted to keep his hands on her soft thighs, to reach his feverish fingers down into the crevice between her legs and stroke the damp spot until she cried out in delight and begged him for more.
Ricky was lost in his thoughts as Betty suddenly jumped up and gathered the blanket to her chest. Her face was flushed and her voice was quivering as she told him to finish the backyard and then come into the house for his payment.
Ricky was crushed as the lovely legs carried Betty away from his lust-filled body. He thought that she had detected a too-familiar feeling in his hands and was escaping him in anger. He almost cried as he trudged over to where the mower sat, wondering whether or not he should leave now, before the woman called his parents and told them what an awful boy they had.
'Perhaps I could apologize to her,' he thought, starting the mower and dejectedly beginning to mow the back lawn.