Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2011 23:49:06 +0000 From: william michael Subject: Lady and the Lawn Boy 2 Lady and the Lawn Boy, Part 2 All the usual cautions apply. Bill Cooper had had the most amazing weekend of his life. On Saturday he had met the most amazing woman he could imagine, Sharon Westcott. Interestingly enough, Sharon was a pre-operative transsexual who earned her living as a personal trainer and fitness instructor. His first encounter with her was the result of what she called a sexual ambush. He was her lawn boy and she liked what she saw so when he came for his first monthly payment she offered him a free physique analysis that ended up with him giving her a thorough ass fucking that had her shooting her own load all over her bedspread. Their time together lasted until late evening and included two more sessions of hot sex separated by a nice home made dinner, eaten while naked of course. While the initial session had been hot, frantic and for Bill, a little strange, the second had been almost instructional as Sharon taught him the finer points of cock sucking, ass licking and ass fucking, this time from a face to face position. They started with her on her back and ended up with her riding him like a lust crazed cowgirl. The sight of her six inch, hard 'clitty', as she called it, shooting several spurts of thick white cream onto his chest had been incredibly hot and triggered his cumming up her ass again. The third session that came after dinner was more playful and teasing. There was a lot of fondling and groping combined with lips and tongues exploring hard muscled body parts as well as overly sensitized erogenous zones. This caused a lot of giggling and laughing. It finally settled into a long session of tongue kissing and cock stroking, each others that is. The resulting orgasms came within moments of each other and while they may not have been much in the way of volume, there was certainly plenty of intensity. The used the shower once more and although subdued there was still plenty of kissing and rubbing in the soapy water. After the shower Sharon slipped on a simple kimono style robe and Bill got dressed in his shorts and shirt. She was holding his hand in both of hers as they walked to the door. She said, "If you don't have anything pressing, why don't you come down to the fitness club with me tomorrow? I can show you how to work those areas I pointed out earlier." "That would be great but isn't it a day off for you?" Bill asked. "Yes, but I won't be considering it work," she replied with that dazzling smile only inches away from his face. "Oh, okay. Great, I'd love to." "Good, meet me here at one?" she purred. "I'll be here." She just smiled and then leaned in to kiss him. She slid her arms up on his shoulders and had one hand on the back of his head while his arms went around her, lower on her back. The kiss delayed his departure by several minutes. He wasn't sure how he got home because he couldn't see anything but that dazzling smile and those smoldering eyes. As far as sleep was concerned it was quick in coming, long lasting and deep. He woke up and saw the digital clock show eleven thirty in the morning. He lay there for a few minutes, a slight grin on his face, thinking back over the events of the prior day. He wondered where this was going to take him. He was always attracted to girls but he had to admit to a certain curiosity and had often snuck peeks at various guys in gym locker rooms and showers. Sharon presented a fascinating melding of all these things in one gorgeous package. With that thought in mind he hurried into the shower, his usual morning hard on only semi rigid after yesterday's work out. After his shower he had a pre workout breakfast that would give him sufficient energy without weighing him down. Dressed in his warm up clothes he left his house, gym bag in hand and walked to Sharon's house. He arrived a few minutes early but he was barely done knocking when the door flew open. Despite all that they had shared the day before, the first sight of her caused him to catch his breath. She smiled that dazzling smile and said, "Leave the bag on the porch and come in here for a minute." He did as she directed and no sooner was the door shut then she had her arms over his shoulders, her hand on the back of his head and her lips on his mouth. Their lips were parted and their tongues wrestling in an instant. His arms went around her and even through the full warm up suit she wore her body felt incredible pulled up against him. The kiss lasted for several minutes. When they pulled apart slightly, Sharon said, "Good lord, I haven't had kissing like that since I don't know when. Do you think your folks would be upset if I kidnapped you?" "Um, yeah. They kind of like having me around," Bill replied with an odd little smile. "Shoot. Well, we'll have to work something out, but that can wait until later, lover boy. Let's head to the club," she said following up with a brief kiss. They walked out the door, Bill grabbing his gym bag, and went around to the driveway on the side of the house. Sitting there was a late model black Mustang convertible with the top already down. Bill nodded his approval and said, "Nice ride." "Thanks. It's only the V-6 but it gets me where I need to go with a little style and I love the feel of the wind." She told him to put his bag on the back seat and they got in. She pulled her hair into a pony tail and put on a plain baseball cap. With another smile she started the car and backed out of the driveway. It was a twenty minute or so ride to the fitness club and he enjoyed it immensely. They chatted about this or that as best they could over the road noise but what he like best was how Sharon's hand tended to drift over to rub his leg or touch his hand. When they pulled into the lot, Bill realized he knew the place, but had never been in, knowing he could never afford the fees. Not to mention the gym at school was more than adequate and part of his student fees. She pulled into a reserved spot near the front door and they got out. "Reserved parking, huh? Pretty sweet." "Well, since I am a minority owner there are a few perks," she said, smiling. It was a nice day on a Sunday afternoon so there weren't many cars in the lot. "Looks quiet," Bill said. "Sunday afternoons are usually slow. Especially when the weather is nice," she said. "Same during football season?" he asked. "Actually, we get a lot of wives and girlfriends then." They both laughed. Once inside Bill saw that it was a spacious, well appointed facility, more than a gym but less than a full blown spa. Behind the counter was a massively muscled man who looked like he might be forty years old. He looked up and said, "Hello, Sharon. What brings you in on your day off?" "Hi, Evan. I'm going to give my friend Bill here a few pointers." Evan gave Bill the once over and said, "Doesn't look like he needs much help." Sharon smiled and said, "I know, just a touch or two here and there." Bill was trying to keep from blushing but was rescued when Sharon took hold of his arm and steered him toward the weight room. As they walked Bill said, "Evan looks like he's a competitive body builder." "He used to be and was pretty successful but he got tired of the grind. So he invested his money in this place. He holds sixty percent. I have twenty as does a friend of his. It makes me some extra income and gives me a good base for my personal training business." Bill was suitably impressed and said so. He got another of those smiles in return. The she said, "Alright, off with the warm up suit and start walking me through a typical workout and we'll see what adjustments we need to make," her voice all business now. As they went along, a question that had occurred to him on the walk over to Sharon's house was answered. After the time he had spent with her the day before he wondered how anyone could concentrate on a workout with her so close by. But now he realized that with the warm up suit, the wealth of blond hair pulled back and covered by the hat, and the no nonsense tone of voice, there was little to suggest the incredibly passionate woman underneath. She had showed him that side yesterday and he was very happy she had. She worked with him for over an hour, not hard, but going through each of his exercises, checking his form, giving advice on alternatives and adding a few extra to address those areas she had mentioned during his examination the day before. He also noticed that Evan had made a couple of visits to the room, watching as they worked. One of the items he had in the bag was a notebook and Sharon was now reviewing it. He watched as she read, nodding here, pursing her lips there, jotting some notes of her own. When she was done, she looked at him and gave him another professional smile. "I don't know what you're studying at school but from what I've seen you should consider exercise physiology or physical therapy or something like that. Your notes show a real feel for how the human body works." "Thank you," Bill replied. "I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. That's why I'm at a J.C. To try and figure it out without risking too much tuition money." "Well, it's something to think about. So how about we wrap this up and head for home?" she asked. "Sure, and thanks. This has been great." She smiled again, this time a bit less professionally. He got back in his suit, packed up his bag and they headed out, exchanging good byes with Evan. As they got outside Bill heard Sharon let out a breath and a long sigh, then she said, "Wow, that was tough." "What? What was tough?" Bill asked anxiously. "Aside from having to keep my hands off of you for the last hour and a half, nothing at all, lover boy. Come on, I need to get you home," she said with a throaty chuckle that gave Bill a chill up his spine. She wheeled the car out of the parking lot and pointed it toward her house. As a way to cover his growing excitement he asked what he thought was a casual question. "I saw Evan come in a couple of times. Does he often watch you during sessions with clients? "He wasn't watching me. He was watching you," she replied with a grin. "Me?" "You, lover boy," she said, reaching over to give his leg a squeeze. "What's that saying, Evan is as queer as a three dollar bill." "He's gay?" "Oh, yes, in a very big way." "But might he, well, you know, with you being, you know, you," he stammered out, "wouldn't he be interested in you?" Sharon laughed. "Oh, no. He likes his playmates to be the very masculine type. Like you," she said rubbing his leg again. "Geez," Bill said, thinking about what that might mean, "he'd crush me." Sharon laughed again. "No, Evan prefers to be on the bottom, if you get my meaning." "Oh," Bill said, laughing a bit himself. While he might be flattered his mind was much more focused on Sharon. He let his own hand drift over and caress her leg. She said, "Hmmmm, I was wondering when you'd get around to that." By the time they got to Sharon's house they were both wound up pretty tightly. They made it through the front door and before Bill could drop his bag Sharon had grabbed him and began tongue kissing him furiously. He dropped the bag and puller her as tightly as he could, responding to her passion in kind. He let one hand slip to her ass and pulled her hips in tight and began to grind on her. She began to moan into his mouth and her hips responded. After a few minutes of this she broke the kiss long enough to say, "I want you naked and on my bed right now." "Race you," was his only response and he let go of her and ran towards her bedroom. With a laugh she followed after him. When they got to the bedroom clothes began to fly and in possible world record time Bill was naked and on his back, his thick eight inch cock lying along his belly. Sharon's eyes blazed at the sight of this young stud and she quickly peeled off her own warm up suit, sports bra and tight skimpy running shorts. Her mane of long blond hair was free and her six inch 'clitty' was hard and pointing towards the ceiling. She pounced onto the bed and they reached for each other and began kissing and wrestling. They reveled in the feel of each others' warm bodies and hot lips. Their swollen cocks trapped between them, grinding against each other. Sharon's hard nipples were pressed against his chest and her tongue was trying to inspect all his fillings. After a while, she began to kiss her way down his neck and then his torso. She tongued her way further down his stomach, licking along the defined lines of his six pack, nudging his hard dick to the side. Once she was done with his stomach she traveled down to his balls and began to lick and suck the hairless sack, then sucking the hard eggs into her mouth one at a time. Bill groaned his appreciation. She began to stroke his hard shaft as she licked and sucked his balls until she pushed his thighs apart and attacked his hairless hole with her tongue. Bill's groaning got a whole lot louder. She even managed to push the tip of her tongue past his tight ring sending a shock wave through his body. When she started to work on his now leaking dick he stopped her and then pulled her around so that he would have access to her hard, dripping 'clitty' and smooth balls. He sucked her in just as her mouth closed around the head of his longer, fatter member. They groaned in unison. The otherwise quiet house reverberated to the sound of wet sucking and deep guttural moans. Bill had moved to Sharon's hot tight asshole, getting it ready for the fucking he desperately wanted to give her. As he started to push his own tongue in she slid her mouth off of his now soaking wet dick and growled, "I want your cock in me right now, lover. Fuck me hard and deep and long." He didn't answer, he just pushed her away from him, grabbed her ankles and pulled her back, her hair disheveled, her eyes half lidded. He pushed her legs back and then with one hand, took hold of his fat dick and rubbed the head on her tight asshole. She moaned and quivered. He pushed and watched as the ring resisted for a moment and then the purplish head began to slip through. Sharon gasped and grabbed her legs and kept them back. Bill leaned in and pushed more of the head and shaft inside her tight hole. She began to writhe as the shaft slowly disappeared up her ass until his hips made contact with her ass. When he bottomed out he pulled back slowly, eliciting another moan and then he pushed back and Sharon gasped out, "Oh, yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass. Just keep going, don't ever stop." He began to piston his fat dick in and out of her willing ass. He leaned against her legs which parted to slide around his body. She wrapped her long muscular legs around his lower back, resting her heels on his hard ass. She pulled him down so that they were chest to chest with her and her hungry mouth reclaimed his lips. He pushed his cock up inside her in firm strokes, feeling her respond and pushing back against him. He lost himself in the rhythm and the feel of her responses, her passion. At some point the kiss broke off and she began to verbalize her pleasure. "Oh, fuck me, Bill, please fuck me," she repeated over and over again. It finally faded to a low guttural sound followed by a stiffening of her body, her ass clamping hard on his cock and then the feel of warm thick fluid on his stomach. He responded by giving one last hard thrust and then releasing his own load deep inside her ass while shouting incoherently into the side of her neck. He lost track of what was happening until both their bodies stopped their spasms. Sharon tightened her grip with her legs and arms and began kissing his neck and face. She mumbled as she did. "Oh god, Bill. You're the best lover. I've never had anyone like you before." From somewhere he managed to dredge up a response. "It's all because of you. I've never known someone like you." They lay there like that for quite some time, reveling in the feel of each others' bodies. After a while, Sharon had Bill pullout and roll over on his back. She slipped off the bed, disappearing for few moments, and then returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned him up. Throwing the cloth back into the bathroom she climbed back onto the bed and snuggled down at Bill's side, draping one arm over his torso and her leg over both of his. Her head rested on his upper chest, her blonde hair pressed against his cheek. Bill put one arm around her shoulder and the other rested on her thigh. She began to trace the lines of six pack abs with a finger. A few minutes passed when she said, "A penny for your thoughts?" "Oh, I was just considering two different ones, sorta going back and forth. The one is just how incredibly amazing this weekend has been." This comment got him a tight squeeze. "The other one is how strange it's been." This time she tensed up and said, "How do you mean strange?" "Well, unusual I'd guess. I mean everything seemed to happen pretty fast. It's only been about, what, twenty four hours or a bit more. Of course, with everything that has happened it seems like a lot more. Especially when you think of how comfortable it all feels already." The tension started to ease from Sharon's body. "I know some people might consider what were doing weird or unnatural, but for me it feels so right. That's kind of strange isn't it?" "Like you said, some people might thing so," Sharon replied. "And then there's the age difference. I know it's not a big deal these days and it's not like it's a lot. I mean, I'm barely half way to nineteen and you're, what, twenty seven, give or take a year?" Sharon chuckled now and puller her head back so she could look at him. Those beautiful eyes were sparkling and she smiled warmly. "You want to try for thirty five?" Bill's eyes popped wide open and he said, "What? There's no way you are thirty five. That's impossible." "You are just too sweet," she said and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips. "But it's true, I can show you the driver's license." "Holy crap! I was thinking you looked amazing for twenty seven. For thirty five you're unbelievable," he said. "Does it change anything?" she asked quietly. "Hell no," he replied adamantly. "I'm glad. I offered you a penny for your thoughts but how about a quarter for this." Then she shifted and pulled him onto his side facing her. She pulled him tight and began kissing him passionately again. Bill responded in kind and soon they were wrapped in a cocoon of legs, arms, hands and lips. Their hips began to grind and blood began to flow. After a while they came up for air and Sharon said between heavy breaths, "Oh my god, I love kissing you." They lay on their sides, looking into each others eyes, only inches away and she said, "After you left last night I did a lot of thinking. Being with you reminded me of what I've been missing these last years being busy with my work. I decided I don't want to miss any more. I know that you're busy with school and your lawn business but I'd like to try and find the time to be together, enjoying each other." Bill looked into her eyes and for the first time saw what he thought was uncertainty. He blinked a bit and said, "Really? You want to keep doing this? Us together and stuff?" "Yes, I do." "Wow. I hoped that this wouldn't be just for the weekend but a regular thing, yeah, of course." She smiled brightly and that drew his lips like a moth to a flame, and just as a hot. After some more tongue kissing and grinding, he pushed her onto her back and he began to explore her body. Having eased her concerns, Sharon just relaxed into the mattress and pillow and let Bill do as he pleased. And mostly what he did was to please her. He kissed his way down her throat, then down between her firm hard nippled breasts. Then it was time to pay attention to those nipples and he began to suck and lick them in earnest. He let a hand slide down her hard abs until he found her 'clitty' and balls, both smooth and warm, and he began to play with them. Sharon was moaning now and reveling in the feel of just letting go and allowing Bill to go where he wanted. She trusted his instincts and so far they were proving to be pretty damned good. After lavishing much attention on those tasty buds he licked his way down her abs until his lips met with the dripping head of her 'clit'. Without hesitation he opened his mouth and let his wet lips slide over the slippery head as he fondled her balls. With slurping sucks he slowly worked his way down until he managed to get nearly all the six inches in his mouth. Then he began to move up and down, his tongue sliding along the shaft and flicking the head when he reached the tip. He also made sure that plenty of saliva dropped down the shaft and running over her balls. He let it coat his finger and then began running it along the crease between her ass cheeks, making sure to rub on the tight ring. All this attention had her moaning louder and breathing heavily, her hips squirming. Her previously empty hands were now full of her own tits, her fingers rubbing and pinching her nipples. Bill picked up the pace of his sucking but kept it to long strokes with his mouth as opposed to a lot of short rapid ones. Slower and longer was his preference and it seemed to suit Sharon just fine, based on her response. Her reactions were even more pronounced when he began playing with her asshole with the wet tip of his finger. When he began to push in she let out a squeal. This caused her to push with her hips, getting her cock deeper into his mouth. He then pressed home with his finger. As the second knuckle disappeared Sharon let out a wailing "Oh, Fuckkkkkk", and came. Bill hadn't planned what happened next but he was as caught up in the moment as she was and he still had her cock firmly trapped in his mouth as her orgasm struck. He caught the first spurt at the back of his throat which caused him to back off, catching the remainder of her load on his tongue. The taste immediately reminded him of her, a little salty, a little sweet. He chose not to swallow it however and he held it in place, until she began to calm down. Then he crawled up her quivering body and clamped his lips on hers, pushing the cum load into her mouth. Sharon's eyes popped open when she tasted herself and then her arms and legs wrapped around her young lover and she kissed him back fervently. This went on for a while. They had passed the cum back and forth a few times and then swallowed. After a few more minutes of kissing she pushed his head up and said, "You are wickedly wonderful. Give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath and then we'll see if I can top that." He smiled down at her and then shifted over so they were still tangled up in each other but his full weight wasn't pinning to the mattress. They settled into the mattress and each other, she stroking his hair, he running his hand lightly over her torso. A thought occurred to him and he said, "Sometime I'd like for you to tell me your story." "My story?" she said, a bit of amusement in her tone. "Yeah, how you got to be you," he replied. "Why would you want to know all that?" she asked. "It's just that you're such an amazing person. I'd like to know what made you, well, you," he said earnestly. He could feel her shudder a bit and pull him tighter. She said in a husky voice, "It's a long story. Maybe a little at a time." "That'll be okay. I like the idea of it taking some time," he replied and then leaned in to kiss her. Instead of the passionate frenzied kisses of before, this time it was slow and warm and soft. When he pulled away she looked at him and said, "Mmmmm, that was nice, baby. Where ever did you learn to kiss like that?" He blushed a bit and said, "Um, from my cousin." "Your cousin?" Sharon said with surprise. "Well, not really. She's more like a step half cousin or something, but I spent a summer on the horse ranch the family has. You know, riding lessons, boarding other people's horses. I was fifteen, she was almost seventeen. She said she wanted to practice. Sometimes in the hay loft, sometimes she snuck into my room at night." "Just kissing?'" Sharon asked. "Yeah, she made that pretty clear." "Foolish girl. She has no idea what she passed up," Sharon said with a grin. "But I know exactly what I have and I want some right now. And I want you to do something special for me, sweetie." "Um, okay. This doesn't involved ropes and chains, does it?" Bill asked. Sharon giggled and replied, "No, silly. That's for next week." Bill's eyes went wide and she laughed more openly. "No, baby. I don't go for that sort of thing but I do want you to stand up on the bed." "Stand up?" "Yes. I spend a lot of time standing over people telling me what to do. You saw some of that today, right?" she asked. "Yes, you're a lot different in the gym." "I have to be. Plus it helps prevent people from getting funny ideas," she said. "But sometimes I like to be the one being told what to do. Nothing crazy, just someone standing over me, directing, you know?" Bill saw that look again, uncertain, hopeful, vulnerable. He knew he wanted to do this, not to be in control, but to giver her what she wanted and needed. With a wolfish grin he said, "Yes, I do know and I think it's time you suck a real man's cock," and he began to pull away from her. "Oh, yes, sir," she said with a smile and her eyes bright. Bill rose up and pulled Sharon to a kneeling position. He took a slightly wide stance, the muscles in his legs standing out, his eight inch cock at full erection, his balls hanging below. Sharon eyed him hungrily. "You want that cock, don't you," he asked. "Oh, yes, more than anything," she breathed. "You may have it, as long as you treat it right," Bill replied firmly. "Oh, yes," she cooed, "I love your cock." She reached out and ran her hands up and down the front of his thighs, feeling the individual hard knots of muscle. She brought her head in and began to lick and nuzzle his balls. Bill loomed over her, his hands running over her tussled mane of blonde hair gently but firmly, pulling her head to him as he ground his hips a bit. The sounds coming from her throat began to sound like a cat purring and as she began to lick his cock shaft her hands slipped around to the backs of his legs and then up to his rock hard ass. As she let her eyes sweep up the front of his torso to his face, the head of his cock slipped between her lips. She thought it was like she was the sexual servant of a young Greek god. This thought sent a quiver straight down to her own cock and balls, which started to leak heavily. Her warm wet lips slipped over the large head and her hands pulled on his ass to force more into her mouth. She was taking in as much as she could, leaving perhaps two or three inches exposed. Her fingers gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She began to tease his asshole with the tips of her fingers. She heard him groan and saw his head tilt back with pleasure but she went no further. This wasn't the time to try that. She simply wanted to service his gorgeous cock and taste his cum, to giver herself to him, as she had fantasized since the first time she had seen him shirtless, mowing a neighbor's lawn. She reveled in the feel of his hands on her head, gently but deliberately guiding the pace of her sucking. Her body was tingling with energy, trembling with lust and throbbing with anticipation. She lost all sense of time so when she felt her lover begin to tense she braced herself for what was to come. First she heard him growl, his grip tighten and his ass cheeks clench, pinching her fingers. Then with a low, "Fuck yeahhhhh," his hips jerked and she took the first spurt of his load and the next and the next. His cum lacked the sweetness of hers, more salty and musky, more masculine. To her surprise and delight she felt her own balls tighten and she fired off a few small spurts of her own. Not since her first few wet dreams had she cum without touching her 'clit'. When she felt his own orgasm subside she slid her lips back off his cock, her mouth holding his hot load. He looked down at her, his eyes intent, hers glowing. With one hand still holding the back of her head, he bent his knees a bit and then leaned down and pressed his open mouth to hers. She pushed her cum burdened tongue forward a bit and he moved his more aggressively. As before, they traded back and forth a few times and then swallowed. After a bit more lip and tongue grinding they pulled apart and Bill stood upright again. She reached around and hugged him to her, her head pressed against his stomach. Bill ran his fingers through her silky hair and said, "Is that what you had in mind?" "Oh yes, and so much more. You were magnificent," she said, looking up at him. "Good, I'm glad. I want you to have whatever you desire," he said and then his smile shifted back to that slightly amazed look he usually wore around her. "And now I'm going to lie down before my legs give out and I fall down." With that said he slowly collapsed onto the bed, and as if a spell had been broken Sharon jumped on him, pinning him with her full weight as they kissed and grappled and groped, before settling into each others arms, and drifting off for a nap.