Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 13:50:47 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: Barbara-1 All through high school I made summer money by mowing lawns. I always had lots of work, probably mostly because people are surprised when a girl comes to the door with a lawn mower. I like mowing lawns because it keeps me fit and healthy. I am five-foot six, with wispy blonde hair down almost to my waist. On hot summer work-days I wear a halter top over my firm little breasts, short shorts on my slim hips, work boots at the end of my long, strong legs, and lots of number 15 sun block on my pale skin. I can charge more for bigger lawns, so my regular beat is a wealthy neighborhood. Last week I knocked on the door of a new house, and after a few minutes a lady came to the door, dressed in a housecoat and a towel on her head. I guess she was in the shower. She seemed to be in her thirties, the kind of person who would be a good teacher, and she gave her name as Angela. I gave her my sales pitch, and she took me around to the back yard where I sized up the job and gave her a quote. There was a pretty girl a little older than me, sitting on a lawn chair. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a fuller figure than mine, and a bikini bottom. No top. Angela introduced her as her daughter, Amy. I started slapping on the sun block, as mother and daughter sat talking across the yard. I could see them watching as I made sure all the exposed parts of me were covered. As I turned and bent over to start the mower, Amy called out to me, "Hey lawn-mower girl, want to make double your money?" "My name is Barb, and what, you want some other gardening done?" "No" she called back, "Just do it naked!" Well, most of me was exposed to the sun anyway, so I quickly decided the shorts and halter-top could go. I peeled off the top, and began rubbing the sun block on my exposed tits. I made a show of it, pinching my nipples so they stood erect and proud. This started a warm feeling in my pussy. A warm and wet feeling. I reached down inside my shorts, fingering my clit through my panties. It felt so good, and I could tell that watching me was turning on mother and daughter. I could have just taken off shorts and panties in one smooth move, but that would have spoiled the show, so I started to inch the shorts down, swaying my hips from side to side. As the shorts got half way down my thighs, I stopped. It was time to reach inside my panties again, as my audience leaned forward to see the outline of my fingers probing into my moist cunt. I stood there in the bright sunlight with my bare boobs and my shorts half off, and rubbed by clit to a delicious orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure swept up my body. My hands had a will of their own, alternately pinching and rubbing and caressing my clit, then reaching into my pussy for more of the juices which were flowing freely onto my fingers. I slid my panties down to join my shorts, then turned away to give them a view of my ass, as I bent over, pushing my shorts and panties to the ground, and gave them a little wiggle of my firm ass cheeks, with a pink little rosebud between. Amy called out; "My mom needs some of that sun-block. Can you help out?" So I grabbed the tanning lotion and approached the two. Angela pulled the towel off her head, letting loose a huge tumble of auburn hair. Then she shrugged out of that housecoat, revealing an amazing body. Her breasts were as firm as mine were, but they were a lot bigger. They pointed straight out, with big nipples that demanded to be sucked. Her waist was as slim as mine was, but her hips were wide enough to be motherly. Her pubic hair proudly proclaimed that she was a natural redhead. Angela just stood in a pose, hands on hips with one knee thrust slightly forward. Amy took my sun block and started on her mother's shoulder. "You take the other side." she told me. This was crazy. I'd never touched a naked woman before. But this was also an adventure. So there I was, massaging lotion into the body of a gorgeous woman I'd just met. Amy sucked her mom's nipple into her mouth, and motioned me to suck the other one. I teased that nipple with my tongue, swirling tip around tip, as her bud grew harder, and my mouth hungrier. I tried to gobble that breast whole, but it was too big. So I licked around and around, occasionally darting in to the center to give little bites Slowly, my nervousness and embarrassment started to be replaced with a warmth that started in my pussy and spread outward through my whole body. Angela's head fell back and she started to moan as our hands moved over her body. I knelt and started to rub the lotion into her firm ass. "Do her pussy!" urged Amy. So I nervously reached to that mound of reddish hair. "Rub it hard!" Amy commanded, but it wasn't necessary. That warmth in my cunt had become a definite heat, and I was getting wet as well. I got some more lotion on my fingers, and started to probe Angela's slit. I brushed against her clit, and Angela shook and moaned louder. My finger probed the entrance to her vagina, as Amy instructed me, "Stick it in there! Stick two fingers in there! Make her come!" So I did! Under Amy's expert guidance I slid two, then three fingers in and out of Angela's cunt. It was hot and wet and slippery with her sex juices and my tan-lotion. My thumb continually bumped against Angela's clitoris as she squirmed and moaned. The end came all at once. A great gush of cunt-juice soaked my hand as Angela howled and her knees buckled. I guess Amy knew this would happen, as she caught her falling mother and guided her into the lawn chair. Amy turned to me. "Did you like it?" Whew! Yes, I liked it! "Then come over here on the grass, and help me out of this thing." She indicated the bikini bottom she was still wearing. I glanced at Angela, but she called, "You kids go ahead. I'll just watch." So I knelt down in front of Amy. My hands slid up her thighs, then tugged down those panties. Her mound was completely bald! "My mom keeps me shaved!" giggled Amy. She lay down on her back, pulling me down with her. It seemed so natural to kneel over her face, and bend over to touch those naked pussy lips with my tongue. I tried to go slowly at first, sliding my tongue between her inner and outer lips, but the heady aroma of her cunt juices drew me to lap them up. It was exciting and exotic to slide my lips across that slippery hairless mound. Amy was not so slow. Almost immediately she was licking, probing at my vaginal opening. Wow! She had a long tongue! It reached deep inside me, then wiggled around in a way that gave huge pleasure. So I tried to do the same for her. She sucked my clit into her mouth, sending bolts of ecstasy through me; so I teased her clitoris between my teeth, flicking my tongue quickly back and forth across it, and we both dissolved into mad licking and sucking and moaning. I think we both screamed as we ground our pelvises into each other's faces, and our orgasms hit at the same time, gushing cunt juices, which we eagerly lapped up. I fell off of Amy in exhaustion, as Angela applauded, "Bravo!" As I recovered, Angela told me about the perfect job for a lawn-mower girl. They were both members of an exclusive women's country club, which had acres of golf course and other garden, which needed tending. I should show up tomorrow morning and ask to see Helen, the personnel director. So the next day I found the club, a large spread in the suburbs, surrounded by a high stone wall. The only place someone could see in was through the main gate, where I met a pert security guard in a crisp white uniform. Apparently I was expected, as she directed me down a concrete path which wandered among beautiful oaks and maples. I came to a tidy cottage, with a small sign on the door, "Personnel Office, Please Enter". So I did. I entered a room that looked like the reception area at an expensive law firm, with quietly tasteful chairs and a few magazines. A pretty secretary rose from behind a mahogany desk. She wore a little white tennis dress, and white tennis shoes. She extended a hand, "Hi, I'm Wendy. We all use first names here. You must be Barb. Angela has told us all about you, and I do mean All!" I started to blush and reply, but she carried right on, "A recommendation from Angela is of course very good, but I'm sure you will understand that we must check out your qualifications ourselves. Now let me take you in to see Helen, our personnel director." If the reception room was tasteful, Helen's office was breathtaking. One entire far wall was window, overlooking the fairway of a golf course, with a water trap glinting in the sunlight, and a beautifully groomed green beyond. Inside, well off to the right so as not to interrupt the view, was a work desk, wide but delicate, and expensive. To the left was a small group of armchairs gathered around a coffee table. In one of these sat a smart-looking woman in a beige linen suit. Wendy introduced us, then Helen spoke, "I'm sure you can learn to drive our lawn tractors, but I must be sure you fill our other qualifications. Are you ready for your employment test?" I said I certainly was, then Helen instructed me, "Good, then remove Wendy's dress!" After being referred by Angela, I should have been ready for this. I looked at Wendy, who gave me a little smile. So I went to her and started to unzip the zipper, which ran the entire front of her dress. I reached and pushed it off her shoulders, so that it fell in a white puddle around her feet, revealing a tiny perfect body. She didn't need a bra, but she wore one anyway; a little wisp of transparent fabric that held up nothing, but served to frame tiny pink nipples. Her panties were made of the same cloth, revealing a curly blonde patch that matched her hair. "Suck her nipples!" commanded Helen, and so I reached to undo the bra. "No! Do it through the cloth!" So I bent and took those tiny buds into my mouth. I let my hands tease and pinch the nipple that my lips weren't at. Wendy moaned and swayed, and her hands reached for her panties. "Now move down and suck her clit!" Helen ordered. So I knelt as Wendy stood with feet apart, and tried to reach her clitoris through the wispy cloth. I sucked those panties into my mouth, until they were loose enough that I could suck her little love bud into a fold of panty, and into my mouth. I sucked and I licked and I probed with my tongue, pushing that fabric into every fold of Wendy's pussy. Soon she began to shake, clutching at my hair to keep her balance. Then with a restrained cry, she came, soaking her panties with a juice I eagerly sucked at. Then Helen instructed me to stand up, and to close my eyes and keep them closed. With closed eyes, I felt hands on me, removing my own shirt, skirt and panties. Those hands touched and grasped at me, making me more excited. Then Helen's voice directed me to bend over, resting my shoulders on the back of an armchair. Light finger-touches and damp licks started at the backs of my knees. They worked their way up the backs and insides of my thighs, and I felt two tongues meeting at my ass-hole, gently licking at it and each other. Gradually one tongue then another became more insistent, probing forcefully at that back entrance. I was totally turned on, and my cunt must have been all red and puffed to their gaze, begging for a finger or mouth to bring me to orgasm. But they ignored it, focussing totally on my rectum. Then suddenly they stopped. I was given permission to stand up and open my eyes. Helen instructed Wendy to get me a uniform, which turned out to be the same tennis dress, wispy undies, and tennis shoes as she wore. Wendy explained that all junior staff wore white, so that anyone wearing colored clothes was a member, guest, or senior staff. I was hired as a gardener, but if anyone wearing colored clothing asked me to interrupt my regular duties to provide personal services, I was to obey her. ===== To Kevin, who asked for "definitely one more time with that gardener by the pool" in my Margaret series, I hope you you like the result.