Heather Brown: Wayward wife

"You mean I'm hired already," he said with a surprised grin. "Great!"

Tingling from his enthusiasm, I opened the door and beckoned for him to follow me into the house. I was glad that the air conditioning was on because it gave me a reason to close the door behind us, creating the privacy I craved for what I had in mind.

"Why don't you have a seat," I said to him, gesturing to a chair directly across from the sofa.

After he was seated I settled on the couch, taking care that my skirt crept up my shapely thighs so he couldn't help but get a good look at my charms. I was pleased as I took note of the quick movement of his eyes toward my legs. Then he flushed and breathed deeply, obviously conscious of the goodies I was just beginning to flash at him.

"Did you want me to work one day a week, or what?" he asked, apparently making a strong attempt to look me directly in the eyes and not permit himself to steal another glance at my exposed thighs. I thought he was too cute for words.

"Why don't you see how things work out today, and then we'll take it from there," I said. I kept my voice pitched low and alluring, sounding just inviting enough to keep him interested in more than merely mowing my lawn, but not attempting any out-and-out sexual innuendoes just yet. There were a few things I wanted to find out about him first before I came on so strong there would be no turning back.

He was nodding his head as he leaned forward, resting his tanned arms on his widely spread legs. Yes, there was more than a faint bulge in the crotch of his faded jeans. "I'd be glad to work as much and as often as you want me to, ma'am." He coughed slightly, obviously nervous. "I'll do anything to you, ma'am… Er, excuse me, I didn't say that right. I meant I'll do anything for you."

I leaned forward on purpose, carefully gauging my movements to slowly turn him on. It was a move designed to make my skirt creep up even higher on my thighs, and it worked. My skirt was now about as high as it would go. And since I had purposely left off my panties when I had dressed this morning, I knew the guy could see the beginning suggestion of my hairy, sopping cunt. It was just a matter of time.

From the expression on his face, he was not only aware of my bare pussy, he was quite excited about having seen it.

I teased him a little. "Is there something wrong?" My eyes were riveted on his. Then they slid down to the well of his crotch. His jeans were bulging more than ever.

"Uh… uh, no, ma'am," he stammered, fighting to keep himself under control. "Uh, by the way, my name is… my name is Ron Manning." He looked completely bewildered.

"Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself," I apologized. "I'm Mrs. Fredericks. Alice Fredericks."

He smiled nervously, revealing a sparkling row of white, healthy teeth. "I'll do a good job on you… I mean on your lawn, Mrs. Fredericks."

I pondered his two apparent slips of the tongue. Maybe he was sharper than I was giving him credit for. Was he perhaps playing a little game, too… with me?

I decided to find out. I'd make an overt statement, one that I could draw back from if necessary. "Ron," I said, "I'm sure you will do a good job… on…"

I glanced down at the carpet on purpose, but only for an instant – just long enough for him to register a reaction to my words, but still providing me the opportunity to glance back up at him quickly and catch his response.

The look on his face, I noted with pleasure and excitement, was one of complete and utter lust.

He was hooked!

I didn't bother to discuss the details of the so-called job. Instead, I asked him where he lived, the words tumbling out of my mouth rapidly so I could get the preliminaries out of the way. When he told me he lived in the adjoining suburb, I informed him he could have the job at ten dollars a day. Having taken care of this, I quickly stood up and lifted my skirt over my hips as if I were trying to straighten it. I held it just high enough far the bottom of the moist triangle of my cunt to briefly show, and then reluctantly allowed the skirt to drop back into place, feeling pussy juice trickle down my inner thighs.

The guy was on his feet, his eyes bulging out of his head like he'd just seen a Martian. He was panting like a dog.

"Ron," I said, "will you do me a great big favor, please?" I glanced at him almost primly, playing my act for all it was worth, luring him deliberately into my trap so that he would never be able to escape once I had him ensnared.

"Sure… sure," he stuttered. "Any anything you want, ma'am."

I drooped my eyelids in wordlessly sensuous communication and turned sideways so he could get a profile view of my full tits. I had never felt so confident of my sexiness as I did with this young man, and didn't doubt the conclusion of our meeting for a moment. It was just a matter of time before we were entangled nakedly with each other, his fine cock hotly engorging my hungry pussy.

"Ron," I said softly, "did you say anything I want?"

"Yes, Mrs. Fredericks. After all, you've just hired me to work for you for twice as much money as I expected."

"Anything, Ron?" I asked again. I was eyeing him with open lust now, not caring that he saw the wanton look in my eyes, the carnal expression on my face.

His cheeks were tinged with red, but he did not flinch at my boldness. "Yes, Mrs. Fredericks… I'll do anything to you… I mean for you."

The time for playing games was definitely over. I was so hot I thought I was going to explode. My cunt was like a sizzling firecracker. My tits throbbed achingly.

Slowly I removed my blouse and tossed it over a chair. Then I unhooked my bra and pulled it free of my body with tantalizing slowness. My hard, round tits tumbled nakedly into the young man's startled view. His astonished gasp filled the otherwise silent room.

"Ron," I said, my eyelids almost closed in horny dreaminess, "Will you please fuck me?"

He stood frozen like a statue in the middle of the room, his only movement the throbbing of the immense bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I went to him and dropped to my knees, my face mere inches from his pulsing cock and balls. With my hand shaking slightly, I anxiously reached for the tab on his zipper and pulled it down.

I licked my lips as I saw just how hard he already was, his prick straining hugely against the light fabric of his underpants. This was going to be even better than I had expected.

"Are… are you going to suck it?" he summoned up enough courage to ask, his voice wavering from nervousness.

"Suck what?" I teased him.

"My… my…" he stammered.

"Say it," I ordered, wanting to hear that delicious word.

"My cock," he managed. "Are you going to suck my cock?"

"If you want me to, Ron. If you want me to, I'll suck your cock all the way down to your balls. And then when I've had my fill of your prick, you can fuck me. I'll get down on the floor and spread my legs so my pussy is wide open and you can see everything, and then you can stick your hot, throbbing prick in it and fuck me until we both come." Oh, God, how I loved talking to him like this! "Do you want me to suck you, Ron? Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh Jesus yes," he gulped.

Shaking with horniness, I snaked my eager hand inside his jeans and through the slit in his cotton underpants, wrapping my fingers around his fat cock, feeling it pulse thickly in my grasp.

His cock was burning so intensely with adolescent desire that I almost drew back in shock from the heat. But I held on for dear life, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing tool with panting glee.

His fantastic teenage cock was out of his pants now, long and hard and uncontrollably twitching, the most delicious thing I'd ever seen. Without hesitating any longer I thrust my mouth over the head, feeling its sweetness immediately inundating my reeling senses.