Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 17:07:10 -0500 From: J W Subject: Lawn Girl 1 AUTHORS NOTE: I've posted this story previously elsewhere on the web so if you've read it before please accept my apologies. If you have any comments or suggestions I'd love to hear from you. Authors are an extremely needy lot. Feedback motivates and inspires us like nothing else can. Jackie Dianne switched off the vacuum cleaner at the sound of the door bell. On her way to the door the thought, `Probably someone collecting for ANOTHER worthy cause'. She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of the most beautiful young woman (girl really) she had seen in a long time. Dianne took the moment waiting for the girl to state her purpose to give the young beauty a thorough once over. The girl was slender but not skinny; she wore a loose fitting tee shirt and short shorts with flip flops on her feet. The dominant feature was the strikingly beautiful face. Big green eyes and a cute up turned nose, full sensual lips all surrounded by a tangle of slightly unkempt looking strawberry blonde hair. Dianne's eyes scanned down pausing at the protrusions in the tee shirt. Her visitor certainly wasn't behind in the bust development department. She guessed her age to be not much more than sixteen. "I was wondering if you'd hire me to cut your grass?" the girl said with a shy smile revealing a couple of year's worth of some orthodontist's excellent work. The home owner—taken a back by the request—stood trying to digest it. It certainly hadn't occurred to her to go looking for someone to mow her lawn, but with the offer now on the table she had to admit the idea was appealing. The young entrepreneur taking the silence as reluctance launched into her most effective sales pitch. "I'm trying to get together money for college. I know it's a couple of years away but it's REALLY expensive. I'm working at a restaurant three days a week but that's not going to be enough, so I thought that if I just went around the neighborhood I could probably get four or five grass cutting jobs. I was thinking I'd charge ten dollars each. I could make fifty maybe even sixty dollars a week, `cause the grass, you know needs to be cut..." "Whoa!" Dianne interrupted, before the sweet young thing could pull out a screen and start a Power Point presentation on her proposed financial empire. "I'm sold. Ten bucks each time you said?" "Yeah, but if you think that's too much I..." "No dear it's fine, but it's going to need cutting very soon." "I'll come over tomorrow morning." The girl said, beaming. If it was possible she was even more beautiful smiling and relieved than she had appeared when she was nervous and anxious. "I want to start nice and early `cause it's supposed to get pretty hot tomorrow." "I'm up and around by seven." Dianne advised. "OK I'll be here around eight. Thanks so much!" the teenager replied still beaming. "By the way my name is Victoria Simms, but you can call me Vicki." The girl extended her delicate little hand. Dianne took it and replied, "Mine's Dianne, but you can call me Dianne," in a lame attempt at humor. Vicki responded with a sincere and rather thrilling girlish giggle. "See ya tomorrow Dianne," and she bounded down the steps. Dianne took in the firm round buns, so snugly displayed by the tight shorts, as the teenager departed. It won't be hard to look at that once a week she thought. At eight o'clock sharp the next morning Dianne stood coffee in hand, watching Victoria walk up the street. The girl was wearing bathing suit bottoms and a cut off sweat shirt. The sleeves of her shirt had been completely removed and the bottom was cut off at mid torso. Dianne enjoyed watching the sassy bounce of the girl's breasts as she mounted the stairs. There was that age old tingle that started in her conical plump nipples and radiated outward. She met her new `employee' at the front door, "Good morning, you're very punctual." "Yeah it's going to be NINETY later on," Victoria replied "I'll show you where the grass cutting stuff is kept," Dianne said as she headed for the garage. "Here's the mower and the trimmer," she said pointing to the equipment in a back corner "the gas is up on the shelf above." Looking back at the teenager, she couldn't help but wonder if she had the bathing suit top on under the chopped up sweat shirt. `She must have' Dianne thought noting how the girl's breasts tented the thin fleece material out away from her body. Was it possible the young woman's breasts were actually that high and firm? Vicki didn't hesitate; she quickly grabbed the handle of the new looking Lawn Boy, and headed back out of the garage. Dianne still sipping her coffee watched her helper's firm round ass, encased in the thin bathing suit material as the girl made her way out onto the driveway. The wonderful tingling in her breasts made her want to rub them but she didn't. Instead she went back into the house and picked up the mail from the kitchen table. After pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee, Dianne went out the sliding doors of the dining room on to the small cedar deck. She heard the lawn mower engine roar to life as Vicki started cutting the front yard. Descending the three steps down to the stone patio she put the mail on the table and pulled up a chair. She had just finished separating the bills from the junk (which is all you ever get in the mail) when she heard the mower stop. A few seconds later the gorgeous young woman, with sweat beading on her forehead arrived beside the patio table. With an impish grin she said, "I'm sorry; I need to take a pee." "Everybody does once in a while," Dianne assured her. "Just go in the sliding doors up there. There's a powder room just off the entry hall." "Thanks," Victoria replied climbing up the deck and disappearing inside. Two minutes later the girl re-emerged and stood at the railing of the deck. Dianne looked up and a lightning bolt hit her between the legs! She was looking up under the crop top at the underside of Vicki's naked tits. They were so round, firm and pink that they took the older woman's breath away. Dianne thought she should look away; `Did the girl know what she was seeing from this low vantage point?' A moment later Victoria was twisting her body to the side, and pulling her top around; she was apparently trying to see something on her side. "I think something bit me," the young woman complained still contorting her torso "but I can't see it." The twisting and tugging at the shirt continued another few seconds before Vicki said, "Would you take a look for me?" "Sure." Dianne said rising from her chair and stepping up on the deck. The teenager stopped twisting. Straightening up she lifted right side of her top up under her chin, fully exposing her right breast. Dianne gulped at the revelation. The round, impossibly firm mound was capped with a pale pink pebbly crown. The puffy cap about the size of half a ping pong ball had a slightly darker button embedded at its center. The pinkness stood out in contrast to the nearly translucent white of the rest of the young woman's breast. A triangular line above marked the boundary of the swim suit top the girl usually wore when she was in the sun. "Right around here." Vicki said pointing to a spot on her ribs approximately in line with the nipple and directly under her raised arm. Dianne struggled to control her breathing and refocus her attention. It was very hard to take her eyes away from the plump young boobie. She looked in the area the girl was indicating and saw a small red linear abrasion. If she had looked at the young woman's face she would have seen the mischievous grin. "I see it but I don't think it's a bug bite. It looks more like a chafe mark from your bra." "I don't usually wear... Oh wait a minute! I went out on Saturday with my boy friend, Steve, and I wore this half cup push up that my aunt gave me for my birthday. It's got a wire under the cup. That's what did it!" Dianne felt her heart sink at the mention of a boy friend. `Why!' she admonished herself. `Did you really think a girl this beautiful wouldn't have one, or probably many.' The other troublesome image was Vicki with a demi-cup bra pushing her plump pubescent mounds together creating crotch grabbing cleavage. "I've got some salve that might help. Would you like me to get it?" "If it's not too much trouble, I'd really appreciate it. It's really getting itchy." Dianne slipped through the patio doors not noticing the young woman's ear to ear grin. Returning with the first aid cream Dianne dispensed a little glob on her fingers. Vicki dutifully pulled the right side of the top up again much higher than necessary. Dianne used all her willpower to look at the abrasion and not the tantalizingly exposed tit. With a somewhat shaky hand the older woman applied the salve. The first contact with the girl's smooth taut flesh sent a shiver through her; applying the ointment as far forward as she dared she was able to touch the beginning of the supple young breast. "Maybe I should check the other side." Dianne said, pushing her luck. Without a moment's hesitation the girl pulled the entire top up under her chin. There they were displayed in all their naked glory. Undeniably the most beautiful adolescent bust the older woman had ever seen. Large, round and impossibly firm, capped with those pink pebbly mushroom cap areolas. The sight literally took her breath away. Fighting to regain some composure, Dianne stepped to the other side of her lawn-girl to look for any scratches (yeah, right!). She wasn't sure if her eyes ever did actually make it to the girl's under arm. Transfixed on those magnificent mounds, she was just dying to get her hands on. In the ensuing moments Dianne was thrilled to see the little button centers begin to emerge from their nest in the plump areola. Slowly but steadily the two rubbery pegs began to appear. Whether it was from the air now circulating over them or from the older woman's penetrating stare no one would ever know. Finally Dianne knew she had to say something, "I don't see anything over here" she announced. Dianne was profoundly disappointed when the girl then released the crop top letting it fall back into place covering her treasures. Except now the nipples made their presence known by poking against the thin fabric. "Oooo, I'm getting all nipple-y!" as Vicki said this she began firmly rubbing her boobs with the heels of her hands. Dianne watched in wonder as the resilient mounds were squashed and mashed under the girl's actions. When Vicki stopped her peculiar massage she had accomplished her goal and returned her nipples to their non erect state; yet another disappointment for her new boss. Bounding down the three steps, "Back to work!" she chirped, leaving Dianne alone in her now uncomfortably damp panties. Returning to her mail sorting task, Dianne allowed herself the treat of looking up at the teenager trudging around the yard with the roaring mower. As the girl was going away from her she was treated to the vision of those firm high round buttocks wiggling under the bikini bottoms. The bikini bottoms seemed to have aspirations to become a thong as they were working their way steadily into the crack of Vicki's ass. When the girl was approaching of course there were those lovely tits jiggling with the walking and pushing motion. The older woman couldn't help but impose the image her mind had stored of the girl's naked boobs as an overlay. Round and round in ever smaller circles until at last Vicki released the safety bar stopping the annoying din of the little engine. The girl smiled sweetly at her boss as she pushed the mower back to its parking space in the garage. When she returned to the patio Dianne handed her a ten dollar bill. "Thanks missus `M'!" Vicki said accepting her pay. "No. Thank you... and remember its Dianne." "OK, Dianne... same time next week?" "That sounds wonderful!" the home owner replied. The girl rounded the corner of the house and the older woman turned to go inside. There was some urgent business between her legs that needed immediate attention. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was a long seven days for Dianne, waiting for the next visit from what was becoming her definition of feminine perfection. She was awake before dawn on the appointed morning. `Who on earth got this excited about getting their lawn mowed?' It obviously wasn't the mowing—per se. Tossing and turning as the early beams of sunlight seeped between the curtains, sleep continued to evade her. Though she was still sleepy, Dianne could no longer ignore the persistent tingling in her breasts, but more particularly her sensitive over extended nipples. Her hands sought out those pleasure giving buds and she stroked them gently and lovingly. It caused what had been just a vague tingling between her legs to become a thrilling vibration. She could feel the lips of her sex swelling and parting as the juices from deep inside began to flow. Grasping each rubbery pleasure center she pinched hard sending a stab of intense pleasure into her protruding clit. Returning to more gentle stimulation, she ran her finger tips gently over the whole of her firm mounds, allowing them to lightly graze the swollen caps. She lost track of time as she continued teasing her boobs; alternating long soft caresses with hard tugs on her nipples. There was an ever present urge to put her hand between her legs, but she resisted it. To the naked and trembling woman on the bed it felt as if there were a volume control between her legs that was very slowly being turned up. Enjoying the slow progression of her arousal but unable to completely control her own movements, Dianne began to clench her thighs together. The pressure did not relieve the building tension but seemed to soften its edges. She envisioned Victoria's firm round breasts, as they had been so boldly revealed to her last week. The pounding in her love box intensified a few more notches as she recalled how blatantly the girl had pulled her top up to expose that marvelous young chest. The thought of the soft, suck able, plump nipples produced a sudden spike on her volume control. The dampness she had squeezed out of her yearning pussy by the pressure of her thighs was now a flood. When she felt the heaving begin, she momentarily tried to fight it. It did no good. The orgasm that over took her was not a frantic explosion, but more an intoxicating warm wave of bliss and contentment—and she finally slept. The annoying roar of the lawn mower woke the naked woman with the crusty thighs. `Oh my God' she thought, trying to get her reluctant eyes open and focus. The bedside clock read eight seventeen. Launching herself out of bed, her smallish boobs only bounced a little, but enough for her to realize they felt a bit tender. Stumbling to the patio door that opened onto the small cedar deck, she immediately saw her erotic fantasy diligently at work. Dianne gasped when the beautiful young woman turned her head and looked directly at her! Standing bare ass naked behind the glass door a hundred thoughts raced through her mind in that instant. The first was, `How could she possibly know I was at the window?' The second was, `Is the dried and drying cum on my legs visible from that far away—it's less than twenty feet! Never mind that I'm as naked as the day she was born in any case!' Instinctively the disheveled woman grabbed the edge of the curtain to cover herself. Peeping over the top of the scratchy fabric, as the younger woman waved, Dianne shivered at the cryptic smirk on the girl's face. Retreating quickly into the ensuite bath the naked red head turned on the shower. Without waiting for the water to warm she stepped into the stall still shaking. The cool, almost cold water caused her to emit a little scream that seemed to have been stuck in her throat since the teenager's eyes had landed on her naked visage. Applying the liquid soap to the bathing puff Dianne scrubbed her thighs and pussy first. The clotted cream, frankly felt rather disgusting at this point. Continuing with her still tingling chest, she very quickly was completely covered in the foamy lather. As she was rinsing under the now warm spray she allowed her imagination to create an image of what her young employee would have seen... small breasts, prominent thick nipples, narrow waist, flaring hips, fluffy pubic hair... NO NOT FLUFFY! Cum matted! `Could Vicki have seen that?' The thought was chilling and exciting at the same time. The embarrassed home owner wondered how she would be able to face her lawn-girl who was, by the sound of the humming little engine, still cutting her grass. As she was drying herself Dianne slowly had a complete change of heart. `What was so bad?' She had actually been harboring a secret desire to expose herself to the young woman outside. The thought had been more in her sub-conscious than an actual intent, but now that it was done, albeit by accident, it was starting to feel "right". The realization immediately relieved the tension she had been feeling. She now felt sort of light hearted and sexy as she opened her underwear drawer. `Something a little provocative,'_ she thought. The black silk panties and the matching lace push up bra seemed to jump into her hands of their own accord. Slipping into the sexy lingerie made her nipples rise to near full attention. The lace on the edge of the cup scarped her sensitive stiff buttons; the sheer black undergarment did nothing to suppress their erectness. Adjusting the panties caused the sheer material to rub delightfully against her pouting lower lips. What she saw out of the corner of her eye in the full length mirror was very appealing. `I hope Vicki thinks so,' she mused as she reached into the closet and selected a dark print fitted shift. The final check in the mirror confirmed it; she looked HOT! The bodice of the little dress was scalloped enough to show off the tops of her breasts. Her boobs were being pushed up and in so deliciously by intricate stitching of the lace bra; a tug here and there, and voila. Ducking back into the ensuite Dianne expertly tended to her hair and make-up. Outside Victoria Simms made yet another pass around the expansive yard. The unexpected sight of her naked employer those four or five circuits ago was still burning in her memory. Her normally puffy nipples were now poking obviously against the thin `T' shirt she wore. The jeans converted to shorts had been cut off much too severely. They weren't bad last year but Vicki knew her hips and ass had filled in a lot in that time. Now they were hard to get into, and she knew that they really didn't completely cover her rear cheeks. That wasn't the concern right now though. Her current problem was that they were so tight that the crotch seam was pushing between her pussy lips. The invading material had taken the gusset of her thong, and was pressing it pleasurably against her clitoris. With each successive step she felt the pressure increase and decrease, though it was never completely relieved. Though she had fantasized over the past week about ways to get her employer to loosen up, and maybe to get her out of her clothes, her fantasies didn't include having an orgasm while she was pushing the damn mower. The sweat that beaded on her forehead, and trickled between her jiggling stimulated breasts, was partly from the heat and exertion of her labour but also from the willpower she was exerting to not tear her bottoms off and finger her aching pussy right there in the middle of the yard. Try as she might she could not erase, or even dim the image of Dianne's naked body standing at the window. "Why don't you take a break?" Dianne shouted over the din of the engine. Vicki almost jumped straight up in the air; not realizing her employer had come out of the house and was now standing on the grass less than ten feet away. The girl didn't jump but she did release the safety bar causing the mower to quickly chug to a stop. Looking at the older woman she felt like the pressure on her crotch had suddenly increased. She had found miz Morgan attractive from their first meeting, when she had so nervously babbled her sales pitch; and then last week even more so when she'd had a chance to really look her over. The sight of her boss's beautifully shaped legs (Vicki had a thing for legs) and round ass had made her pussy tingle. On a whim she had even tried to get something started by giving her boss an unobstructed view of her awesome tits. Showing off her tits was one of Vicki's favorite ploys. There were very few people (men as well as women) who hadn't turned to putty in her hands at the sight of her perfect breasts. Now she looked at the very pretty woman who was offering her a respite and thought `God but she cleans up nice!' She knew that nice wasn't really the right word. In the few seconds that it took her to find her voice she was able to do a complete inventory. The red hair framing the kind mature face, the small but nicely displayed boobs and those oh so delectably protruding nipples made her pussy feel like it was in a vise. Continuing down over the dark print dress to where it ended more than a few inches above the pretty knees, the girl again admired the beautifully toned legs; ending with the slender ankles and bare feet. Vicki knew she could excuse her flushed face by the exertion of mowing but how to account for her stiff nipples and the slightly visible damp spot at the crotch of her shorts was another matter. The teenager wondered if her boss would notice. She needn't have had any doubt. Dianne's eyes drank in the adolescent beauty like a woman three days without water. "Come on and have a drink with me. You must be parched in this heat." "I am HOT!" Victoria agreed, with double meaning. Seated at the patio table Dianne filled the two glasses with the lemonade she had prepared. Vicki was thirsty and took a big drink from the icy glass. It was too much cold, too fast and caused a gigantic cough, ejecting more than half of the liquid she had pulled into her mouth. The rejected lemonade spilled down the front of her `T' shirt in a big plop. Seeing the girl's distress, Dianne leapt to her feet, and holding the girl's shoulder began slapping firmly between her shoulder blades. Vicki coughed and sputtered several more times before regaining some measure of control. "Oh dear!" Dianne exclaimed "Are you OK?" "I'm... OK," [cough] "I'm fine." Victoria croaked "I just drank it too fast." After heaving a couple gulps of air she continued, "I'm so embarrassed, look at the mess I've made!" "It's nothing sweetheart, don't worry about it." The two women were now standing facing each other. They were very, very close. The top of Dianne's head was about even the teenager's nose. She had to tip her head back to look into Vicki's watery eyes. They stood there a moment, neither one moving; then Vicki's head tilted forward and her soft full lips captured Dianne's. The girl began sucking, as if trying to pull the older woman's lips inside her mouth. Dianne fought for air. Her lungs and pounding heart demanding more than her nostrils could possibly deliver. In an act of self-preservation the older woman broke the kiss. Taking only a second to fill her lungs Dianne put her hand behind the girl's head and pulled her down mashing their lips together as her tongue plunged between the teenager's perfect teeth. Inside the soft mouth, coated with the vodka laced lemonade Dianne's tongue explored and caressed everything it encountered including Vicki's own tongue that seemed to be intent on defending its space. Their mouths still pressed together, lips sucking, tongues probing; the teenager's arms encircled the older woman and pulled her into a tight embrace. Vicki's erect nipples under her lemonade soaked `T' shirt pressed into Dianne's upper chest, just below her collar bone. Meanwhile Dianne's own stiff buds slid under the larger breasts of her teenage lover, and struggled to make contact with the girl's heaving ribs. They locked in the embrace, sucking face and rubbing their chests together for nearly a minute. This time it was Victoria who broke the contact. Dianne looked into the large green eyes; they looked even bigger than normal and they were filling with tears. "We can't, we shouldn't, I..." the girl stammered, sobbing, and then she turned and ran. Dianne was quite sure there was no oxygen in the air she was ravenously gulping. She could not get her breathing under control. She watched in shock and horror as the beautiful sexy teenager disappeared around the corner of the house and was gone. She felt empty, she felt angry, she felt horny, she felt sad and then she cried.