This entry is part 15 of 22 in the series 2013 Feb

I’m a 23-year-old guy paying his way through college by maintaining a small lawn-care and gardening business. I have about 20 customers, which really keeps me busy. I also work out a lot and do some mixed martial arts training when I have some spare time, so I’m in really good shape.

Recently, I was approached by a middle-aged man who had just lost his gardener. He said a friend of his had referred me. I told him I was so busy that I really shouldn’t take on any more customers, but he offered me an extra $75 a week, so I couldn’t refuse.

The first time I went to his house, I realized that it wouldn’t be a hard job at all and would be fairly easy money. I was done in less than 90 minutes and quickly moved on to my next customer. The second time I went there, I met the guy’s wife, an older woman, maybe in her late 50s. She had long blonde hair and wore a pair of tight jean shorts and a cream-colored, spaghetti-strap top that showed off her tits. She had a nice enough body for a woman her age, and I figured that she was probably pretty sexy about 10 years ago. She came outside to watch me, a glass of wine in her hand.

“Hi there. I’m Brenna,” she said. “You must be the new landscaper.”
“Yeah, Carl,” I said. “I was here last week, too.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” she said. “I saw you last time, but my husband was home, so I couldn’t really approach you like I wanted to.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

In answer, she took another sip of her wine and parted her knees, showing me the crotch of her denim shorts but nothing else. It wasn’t hard to figure out what she was up to, though. And I was “up for it,” so to speak; it had been awhile since I had sex and I needed to get laid.

I told her I liked sexy, mature women who speak their minds. “Good,” she said. “Now, why don’t you come over here?” I did, and the second I was close enough, she boldly reached out to grab my cock. “Mmmm, that’s nice and hard,” she said with a smile. “Is this for me?”

“If you want it,” I answered.
She unzipped my jeans and replied, “I sure do.”

In a couple of seconds, her mouth was pumping back and forth along my shaft as she noisily sucked my cock right there in the doorway of her house. I held her long hair as I helped guide her head. She gave me a pretty good blowjob, and in maybe three or four minutes she swallowed my load like a come-hungry slut.

“Mmmm,” she said as she licked her lips. She stood and looked at me. “That was good.”
“It sure was,” I agreed.

I reached out to cop a feel of her tits, and I soon had her top pulled down so I could feast on her big tits as I rubbed her crotch through her jeans. She got so excited that she pulled down her jean shorts and her wet, baby-blue thong and turned around to show me her firm, round ass. I dropped to my knees and ate her ass and her mature cunt from behind, bringing her to a nice climax. Then I stood up and aimed my cock at her pussy again.

I drove into her from behind as she leaned over a small table that stood just inside the door. She was a loud fuck, I’ll tell you that, and she moaned and cried out and thrust her ass back to meet each of my strokes. I held on to her hips for a while, guiding her, then moved my hands up to her tits.

After a while, she said she wanted to ride me, so I pulled out of her and sat down right in the doorway, and she climbed into my lap, facing away from me, and started to hump me. I held her tits as she rode my cock, and I squeezed and pulled her nipples, too.

She came after a few minutes, but I was still hard, so I had her get on her hands and knees in the hallway and I drove into her from behind again. I fucked her good and hard and every once in a while slapped her ass, and I kept going until I my climax hit. She must’ve felt my dick throbbing inside her, because she told me she wanted me to come deep inside her.
I go to Brenna’s house to do the yard work every week, and every week the same thing happens. She’s a real wild fuck, and I enjoy it so much that I’m considering expanding my business to include shoveling snow in the winter just so I can keep seeing her.

Providence, Rhode Island

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