Once, I was really disappointed. Mr Suitor was home. No chance of anything happening today I thought. As I finished the lawn and was putting the mower back in the tool shed, I heard the shed door shutting behind me. It was a flushed looking Mrs Suitor. Without a word being spoken she removed her skirt and bent over the work bench. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Have at me young man!” I was into her like a rabbit down a hole.
I had decided to continue my studies at another University so my lawn mowing with the Suitor’s was coming to an end. I clearly remember our last time together as it was completely different. After she opened the door she looked took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.
She undressed me and then herself. She took my hands and massaged them into her breasts all the while looking at me in a fond, gentle manner. She then leaned forward and kissed me deeply. Our first ever kiss. She was certainly making our last encounter a great deal different and very memorable. Having accepted that this was special I was still amazed when she knelt before me and took me in her mouth. I had never experienced this before and the sensation and realization of what she was doing made me feel dizzy. I think she could tell I was close to coming so she stopped and lay back on the bed. She reached out to me and I climbed on top of her.
She guided me into her and sighed with satisfaction. It was so different looking at her face while fucking. Every other time had been doggie style. I liked the way her face creased up as I thrust into her. I was really giving her a battering and I could feel her hands and heels flailing away behind me. At one stage she bade me stop and I remained motionless while deep inside her. She ground her pubic region against me and started to sort of shiver. Her legs were clasping me to her in quite a tight clinch. Her teeth were clenched and I could see the tendons in her neck start to flex and tighten. Her face assumed the rictus that I later associated with female orgasm. At the time I thought she was in pain. She suddenly went limp. She opened her eyes and quietly breathed, “Fuck me hard and come inside me.”
I had never heard her say the word fuck before and it was somehow a real turn on. I went at her fiercely and was rewarded with grunts and groans of pleasure. We were both sweating heavily from our rather vigorous exertions. When I finally came, it almost felt volcanic. As we stickily detached ourselves from each other she kept her eyes averted from mine. She bade me get dressed and ushered me to the bedroom door. She gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and that was the last time I ever touched her.
Although I bumped into her in the town from time to time, she never gave any clue to our former intimacy. She just politely acknowledged me as the person who used to do her lawns.
I would love to own that chair that we fucked on. I would have liked to have said made love on but it was only fucking. The leather of one arm of it was noticeably discolored by the various bodily fluids that had been discharged onto it. And lawn mowing? Even now, twenty odd years later, the smell of cut grass can still give me a powerful erection.