Baby, you can mow my lawn
Toni heard a car pull up, and looked out the window. The young man that emerged from the car was tall, with chiseled but youthful features. He was dressed in cutoffs and a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His hair was a bit shaggy.
She laughed to herself. He looked like one of those studs from the seventies. All machismo and sexuality, with rippling muscles and a tanned, lanky frame. Forty years ago, she’d bagged one of these guys (and banged some others), and ended up wearing his ring.
She went to the door and opened it before he could get there.
”Hi, I’m Toni Minucci. You’re Grant?”
”Yeah, I’m Grant. I’m here to mow your lawn, Mrs. Minucci.”
”Come around to the side, and I’ll show you around. I’m so glad you were able to come on such short notice.”
He followed her, and she undid the latch on the side gate.
”It’s not too big, but please do a neat job around the trees and rocks. That’s the problem with this yard. The mower is right over here, and there’s a gas can if you need it. And there's a few bottles of water in that cooler. Help yourself.”
”Okay. Pretty hot today, huh?”
Southern California was in the midst of a heat wave, with Santa Ana winds blowing hard from the east. The fire danger was high.
”It is hot. My husband used to mow it when he was alive, and he swore a blue streak in weather like this. Well, I’ll leave you to it. Knock on the back door if you need anything.”
He grinned. Man, he had a nice smile!
”Okay, Mrs. Minucci. Thanks. I should be all set.”
She went back inside the house, where it was cooler. Poor guy, she thought. I’m glad he was willing to mow it today. If he does a good job I’ll offer him some lemonade when he’s done.
Toni heard the lawnmower start up as she went back to her computer. She had a clear view of the backyard from her desk.
Since Sal had died, Toni had had to find some extra income, so she’d taken up writing again. She’d been a journalist in her younger years. Following her niche, she covered stories on activism, freedom of expression, and the environment.
From her desk, it looked like Grant was doing a good job. His face, neck, and arms were sweaty, and a large patch darkened the front and back of his shirt. She smiled at his good looks and body, and went back to her work.
The lawnmower shut off. Toni heard him mutter something, and push the lawnmower to the patio. She guessed that it had run out of gas.
She went to the window and watched him take a long drink of water. He was dripping with sweat. There was a definite sexiness to this scene.
A few minutes later, the mower sputtered, and roared back to life. Then Grant went back to his mowing. She checked the temperature online, which showed ninety-eight degrees.
The mower stopped again after a while. Toni went to the window and looked at the lawn and saw that he’d done a nice job, considering he’d begun with a shaggy lawn.
Revealing the sexy
It had gotten warmer inside the house. Toni thought for a moment, then changed into a bikini and draped a light cover-up over it. She went to the kitchen and poured two tall glasses of lemonade over ice. Then she went to her linen closet and found an old towel. She reached the back door just as Grant opened it.
”I just looked at the weather, it’s ninety-eight degrees!” she said opening the door. ”Why don’t you come inside and have a glass of lemonade? You’ve done a fantastic job, Grant. Oh, you’re just dripping with sweat! Here’s a towel to dry yourself off.”
Toni noticed how Grant looked her up and down, which made her feel good. She was an older, classic Italian beauty in her early fifties. Sure, her skin had wrinkles, but her body was lush, with large round breasts that led to a narrow waist, which then widened into a pair of wide, luscious hips.
”Oh wow, it is cooler in here!” he said, trying not to stare at her as he took the towel.
She picked up a five and a twenty dollar bill, which she gave to him.
Walking forward to get his lemonade, his head hit the kitchen lighting fixture hard. A loud crack was heard. Grant doubled over, holding his head.
”Oh no! Are you okay? I’m so sorry about that fixture, you’re not the only one who’s taken a blow from that. There’s supposed to be a table there, but I’m having it refinished.”
”I didn’t even see it!” he groaned.
”Here, let me see,” she pleaded.
He moved his hands away from the place so she could get a look at it.
”There’s a tiny cut, but there’s a lump already. A little blood. Do you feel light-headed?”
”No,” he winced.
”Let me go get you something. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later she was back with a sanitary wipe, a hand towel wrapped around an ice pack, and a small bandage. She crouched down where Grant sat holding his head.
”Here, let me see,” she said and wiped the small amount of blood from Grant’s forehead with the wipe.
Then she unwrapped the bandage and applied it to the wound before sitting on the floor next to him. She gave him a concerned look.
”Still feel okay? No light-headedness or anything?” she asked as she place the ice pack on his head.
”No, I’m fine. It just hurts. I really caught it good.”
”Yes, you did! It made a good thwack.”
Mrs. Minucci bent forward to place the pack on his head, her cover-up opening and her boobs almost falling out of her bikini top. Toni took no notice of this. A former nurse, she had a patient to care for.
”Wow!” Grant exclaimed. ”That’s cold, but it feels good.”
She looked at him, smiled, and patted his thigh.
”I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’re a strong young man.”
Then she realized she wasn’t patting his thigh, but his crotch!
”Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, pulling away. ”I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was touching. I didn’t mean to be fresh.”
Grant had an expression of awkwardness on his face. Kind of like the guy who got caught in the hayloft with the farmer’s daughter. He looked down at the growing bulge in his shorts.
”I wish you hadn’t done that,” he said.
”I’m so sorry, I,” she began, then her eyes traveled to the focus of his gaze.
”Damn, it even does that when I get hit in the head!” he said.
“They kind of have minds of their own, don’t they? Is there anything I can do to make it better?”
Toni had intended the question as a question about his head, but immediately regretted it when she saw the connotation.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded! I meant the connection between a swollen bump on the head and a swollen… you know. Oh god, I’m just making it worse! Must be the heat.”
Grant chuckled and said, “No worries, I wouldn’t mind. No wait, I didn’t mean that! Must be from getting bonked in the head.”
He winced as soon as the words left his mouth, thinking of the connotation. There was an awkward silence as the sexual tension grew. It seemed a situation between consenting adults, anyway.
“Well, if you don’t mind doing it with an old lady,” she said with a grin as she picked up his hidden entendre.
“You’re serious!” Grant said with a smile. “You’re pretty hot looking for an old lady. But I don't believe you are.”
“Oh, aren’t you sweet! I may as well make good on my patting your crotch by mistake. That is, if you feel okay after your head bump.”
“I’m fine. Is there somewhere more comfortable than the hard floor?”
“There is! There are lots of places in the house better than the floor. At least we’re consenting adults, though. Come with me.”
Toni led him by the hand into the living room, where she eased him onto the sofa and knelt on the floor between his legs.
She pressed against him and kissed him firmly, feeling her breasts against his chest. He smelled like sunshine, freshly mowed grass, and sweat. Her pussy felt wet, the dampness seeping from her folds.
Rubbing his cock through the shorts, she felt its warmth and hardness. She ran a finger along its length. Next, she unbuttoned his shorts and found he was okay with that.
There's always a dilemma
The thing was, Toni wasn't sure about having sex, being so much younger than she was. Yes, Toni was attracted to him, but attraction doesn't mean that one should jump into the sack with a person. Though she herself did it in her younger years, since having two daughters, she had taken on a more conservative attitude with them. The thought occurred to her that she shouldn’t be doing this. But old habits die hard.
Toni unzipped his shorts and then opened the flaps. When those flaps had opened, they framed his cock nicely. It stood tall and proud.
She gazed at it a moment, then leaned close to his face. Wanting all of him, she climbed into his lap and put her arms around him. She couldn’t help kissing him. And Grant responded well.
Her tongue found his willingly accepting, tentatively flicking back. The hard shaft between his legs grew longer and harder. She took it in her hand. It felt warm and alive!
”Mmm,” she moaned, climbing higher up his body so their crotches were level.
”Ooh.”
At last, a moan from the young stud! There was no going back now. Toni knew this was going all the way.
Toni lifted his shirt up and off. His chest looked gorgeous to her. It was almost hairless, and the nipples had hardened as if ice had touched them.
Unable to resist, she flicked her tongue at one of the tiny buds. Grant gasped. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked it passionately. She moaned as she moved from one nipple to the other.
All the attention had made his cock stand like a flag pole from his shorts. She glanced at it, then up at his face with a big grin.
”It looks like he wants to come out and play. Do you think he wants to come out and play?”
”I think he does.”
”Then let’s see what’s inside here,” she said as she unzipped his denim cutoffs and discovered he wore nothing underneath!
”Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear! That’s so sexy!”
”I thought I’d be cooler, but not much, it turns out.”
”Who cares about that now? He’s nice and big, and warm. That’s what counts.”
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked it for a bit. Then she took her hand out of his shorts, sat back, and yanked the shorts down. Toni gazed at his hard rod, then grabbed the shorts’ waistband and tugged them down over his hips. Grant helped by raising his butt. Then she pulled them to his ankles and tossed them across the room.
”Oh god, I’m literally drooling!” she giggled after licking her lips. “I think you’re a handy man to have around!”
Toni took in his cock by easing herself down on it, not by gulping it down. Slowly, inch by succulent inch, her warm wet mouth engulfed him. Grant let out a soft sigh. Those blowjob skills came right back, like riding a bike again after years.
When she buried her nose in his groin, he acted like he might lose it. She was queen of deep-throat after the movie “Deep Throat” came out. Then she raised up and swirled her tongue around the head while sucking.
”Ah!” Grant cried out.
Toni giggled, as much as she could with her mouth full. She released his rod with a wet popping sound.
”Was that a good move?” she asked knowingly, her eyes twinkling.
”You almost made me pop off right there!”
”I love sucking cock,” she said, giving his pole a flick of her tongue. ”And I love licking balls almost as much!” she said as she flicked his furry balls.
”But you know what I like even more?” she whispered slyly.
”What’s that?” Grant asked, eager to know the answer.
”Having a man shoot his cum in my mouth,” she replied softly, looking into his eyes.
Toni kept her eyes on him as she ran her tongue up and down his ball sac. Grant moaned as next she swirled her tongue around it. Her tongue ran down to his perineum, then back up. Grant gasped and grabbed at the sofa cushions. Who would’ve known that this older woman would be so passionate?
