Mow Lester

Mom went out back to bring in our delicates, while he pushed his mower around to the gate.

He brought his own mower, and weed eater, but mom pulled the underwear off the line first. I pulled out my top, and bottoms to check what ones I had on, but they were just boring cotton.

We can wash them at the laundry mat, but the cool summer ones are hand-wash only. Mom pulled down the satin sheets to stuff in the top of the basket before she went over to unlock the gate.

He showed up early, while the back yard was shaded in the trees, but he got the grass in between the buildings earlier. I hadn’t seen him last year on account of the lockdown, but he got hot, and sweaty.

Took off his shirt, to show off his tanned sweaty muscular topless body, and trimmed around the building across from us with the weed eater. Mom came in the kitchen, and set down the basket.

“Oh good,” I grabbed my prettiest panties while she was folding up the sheets, and ran off to get dressed. I stopped to stand up in the mirror, and rub the stiff fabric to make it loose, and slippery over my butt. My little birdie of hairs in front.

I didn’t have much of a whole bush yet, but they spread out like wings, and tried to stand up with static electricity. Rubbing them with the poly/silk blend, but they were pretty cheap, so mostly synthetic fibers.

“Huh!” The mower started up, so I pulled on a dress, and shoes to go out, and watch. I watched him through the front window yesterday, and lay down with one arm up to look out the window. My other hand down to hump into the floor, but mom was busy in the kitchen. So, I could hear her stop what she’s doing, and sit up before she came out to the living room.

She walked out to the parking lot, and drove off to the store. To buy a soda, and get change to pay him in cash, but they had 2 liters of coke in the cooler for him to drink after he got done, and take with him around to the other building behind us. Cool off, mowing there yard. Next doors had a mower, but they won’t let us borrow it.

Also, there dog running around, and barking, but you could barely even hear her over the mower. So, I went and broke off a stick to throw over the fence, from the pile Les picked up from the grass. That always did the trick, and she took it back, wagging her tail to chew on it under there porch.

Instead of the mower, it’s like picking up the string when mom vacuums, so it doesn’t get sucked up, and burn out the belt. Cory likes to steal thread, string, and yarn to play with under the beds, and the couch, because he’s a cat, but an inside cat. So he doesn’t get chased, and eaten by the dog next door.

She’s a bitch, and a pittbull terrier, but a nice one. They don’t train her mean like some people do just because there pittbulls, but she sure barks a lot if she doesn’t know you, or you don’t throw sticks for her to chew on.

She’s got a rope tied to the bottom of the porch to chew on, and shake, when they don’t come out next door, to play with her.

The mower stopped, and Les said “Oh hey.”

“Hey Les.” I turned around, and backed up. Around the wood pile, so I can bend over. Looking down to make sure my dress hung down, then looking up to see he turned around. Before he could look down the front of my dress, I made sure to pick my new one.

It’s loose, for me to grow into, which means it hangs down when I bend over to give him a view, but he didn’t even get a chance to see I didn’t have a bra on. He squatted down, so his shorts pulled tight over his butt, and yanked the string on the trimmer.

BUDBT! Bwahn! Not the string trimmer string, the other one. On the motor end to start it up, but then he stood up, and picked it up, and and started walking around the fence to trim the grass that he missed with the mower.

“ROUGH ROUGH!”

“Oh!” I tried to break the stick I got over my knee, but that didn’t work. So, I turned around, and held it over the fence like a fishing pole. So, she jumped, and snapped at it like Corey. I don’t even know her name, because next doors pretty much keep to themselves, and won’t talk to me, but they let me play with her.

her nails scratched on the fence, trying to run up it, but I finally let her catch it, and carry it back to her favorite spot under the porch. I guess it’s cool under there, but I had to get out of the way so Les could cut the grass over by that fence.

“Whew, thanks.” He pulled up his shirt to dry off his face, and mom came over to the gate. “Here you go,” she hung the 2 liter over, and handed him the $20.00 for mowing the lawn. “Here’s an extra 5 for picking up the tree litter.”

“Thanks.” PCH! He held it up in both hands to take a long drink, while mom went back inside, and left us alone, together. She didn’t even say anything to me about being out back, with a boy, dressed like this. I guess she couldn’t tell with the dress hanging off my body that I was practically naked under it.

I didn’t even put on socks, just shoes, and my prettiest panties. But Les put his weed eater back up on the mower, so he could push it back to the gate. “See you later,” he said, but I didn’t know if he even knew my name.

“Mae.”

“Huh?” he stopped, and turned back to the gate.

I leaned over, but this time I kept my head up, so I could see the look on his face. His jaw dropped, when the neck of my dress hung down, and he got a good look at my little titties.

“You can call me Mae.” I stood up, but he swung the gate shut too late to hide his boner. Then, sure enough he pushed his mower around the side fence. We only have one bye the parking lot, since we share a building with next-doors. There duplexes, so we only have half a yard, or share a yard with next doors, but they put a fence up between us to keep there dog in.

I got up on the porch, so I could watch him over the fences. There’s only enough to sit down on a chair next to the kitchen door, but no other window. Mom doesn’t even have a table to put up an ashtray, so she just has a coffee can there.

I scooted out on the chair, “Huh!” Pull up my dress, so it’s not hanging down over my knees, and spread them to feel up my legs. It’s not that hot yet, it’s just me, but the fresh air let out, so I could feel it even through the thin fabric of my panties.

“All right, Mrs. Peters’huh?”

I giggled when he looked over their back fence. He stopped even before he finished saying.

“PeterSEN!”

“Sorry Mrs. Petersen.”

“Hey, Les.”

He smiled, “Hey, Mae.” He shook his head, and straightened up his face. Pushed his mower in, and got to work, but each time he came over to the end of the yard, he looked over to watch me.

It’s a long yard, since the Petersens, and the Fitzsimmons don’t have a fence up, and I guess maybe they take turns paying him? I don’t know, but they have a barbecue pit in the middle. Between there porches, so they can cook out all the time, and even invite us over, or hand plates over the fence if you ask them nicely.

I wonder if Mr. Petersen knows his neighbor goes over there to boff his wife? Maybe they’re swingers, and maybe they just share each other, I don’t know. They act like 1 big happy family, except for kids. They don’t have any kids neither one, so they must practice safe sex, but I got a nice view in her bedroom window.

She always shuts the curtains, but I’ve seen her all dressed up sexy for Mr. Fitzsimmons, but he keeps his pants on until she covers up the window. “Huh!” I have to pull down my clean undies before they get dirty, but there’s just enough silk in them to sell as a silk blend.

Too much to machine wash, and dry, but sure enough. The next time he looks over, he sees them. Stretched between my knees, so I can move my hand, and show him my bird. Curl up my fingers, and the motor stopped when he let go the handle.

Just my middle finger, slipping down to wiggle, and wipe the hairs off my lips. Like a windshield wiper. “Hey, Mae?” He looked around, over the fences, and walked up to the corner. I had to slip my shoes out careful to pick up my panties without them getting even dirtier, and carry them down to the fence.

He just grinned, and stuck his head over, looking down. So, I pulled open my top, and kissed his cheek. Licking the salty sweat off my lips, I gave him them, and whispered. “Huh, you better bring these back to me later.”

He sniffed them, nodded, and stuffed them in his pocket.

“When?”

“After dark,” I went back inside, to finish playing the fiddle, while he finished trimming the yard. “Huh, yeah. Fuck those satin panties, get them nice and dirty for me.” I hoped he got them cum stained before he gave them back. “Uh!” I held my breath, so I didn’t moan out loud when I started trembling, and the pleasure washed over me like a wave crashing down, and leaving me breathless.

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Mae (Gm Frot)

He was late, so late that I thought he stood me up, until finally I heard a quiet knock on my window. “Huh!” My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed over to pull open the curtains.

“Uhuhuhuh.” I had to turn off the box fan, and pull it out, so he could see me without it spinning in front of him.

“You came!”

“Sh!” He grinned, “Not yet.” He laughed, and I got it too, but his eyes were all over my body. I’d gotten my second sexiest pair of panties out, and put them on. Rubbing them in, and also the matching bra. He looked back and forth, “You better put some clothes on before you come out.”

“Just meat me in the back yard.” I had to sneak out, past mom’s room to get to the back door, and sneak out quietly. I swiped her keys out of her purse, so I could unlock the padlock, and he just had to reach over to unlatch the gate.

He shut it quietly, while I grabbed the chair, and took it down to set up in the corner.

“Wow, you really got horny.” He kept his voice low, but sat down in the chair for me.

“For you.” I turned around, and bent over his lap. He spread his legs, so I could rub him hard with my butt. “Take off my bra.” He stopped fishing around in my pants, and handed me my panties.

“You still want these back?”

“Huh!” I checked them inside and out, but no cum stains yet. Oh well, it isn’t as if I was planning on washing them again, but he unhooked my bra in back, and felt up under my arms.

“I’ve been watching you grow up, so big and strong for what’s it been, 3 years now?”

“Not counting last year.”

“Of course, that just made me miss you more, and yearn for you to cum back.” He pulled me back, up against his shirt so I had to sit down between his legs.

“Snh,” he stuck his nose behind my ear, and kissed my neck. “You grew up a lot this last year, too.”

“Thanks!” Somebody finally noticed.

“You’re not on birth control yet?”

I shook my head, and got up to turn around. “Take off your shirt.” I pulled it out, and he lifted his arms, so I could throw it away, and feel his shoulders. The muscles slope up to his neck, and the firm pad over his ribs. He’s warm, and dry, and I can smell the detergent from his shirt. So, he must have put on a clean one for our date.

Shorts, with a nice big boner to unsnap, and drawstrings to pull out of the way. Dig down in his boxer shorts, and stuff my thumbs down to slip the waistband down over the tip.

“I wish I could get a rubber.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Uh!” I scooted up, to rub it into the front of my undies. “Just kiss my tits, huh! Yeah, just like that.” I shook my hair off my shoulders, and let my head hang back. Turning to slip his nose over the other one. “Kiss the other nipple.” He held my butt, and dug his fingers in the seat of my panties, while I humped it, grinding it in, until my nipple slipped up his nose from the insistent rubbing.

“Take off your panties.”

“Huh,” I got up, out of breath, and felt his spit dry in the cool night air.
“Take off your pants, and underwear too.” I had to hold onto the fence, and pick up my bare foot, then the other so they didn’t drag in the grass clippings.

“Here, let me lay down.” He spread his clothes out on the ground, so I could get down on my knees, on either side of his body, and feel up his taut panting abs.

“This is good enough.” I rubbed it up and down my slot, and gritted my teeth when I put my weight right on my clit.

“Are you all right?”

“Yrh! Huh, yeah, nh!” It’s intense, but I’ve rubbed myself raw before, it just takes a little getting used to but now I can feel it building up inside. My womb blowing up like a balloon, so I almost have to pee from the pressure against my bladder. “Hold my mouth um! MHN! NH!” I didn’t bring a pillow to bury my face, and squeal into, but now I can help letting go.

It gushed hot between us, and ran down his sides, between my legs, but he grabbed the back of my head to hold on to my face. “SNH!” I smelt pee, and my eyes flew open. “SnhHhHhH!” My tummy fluttering so the air sucked in and out of my nose. I almost fainted, and fell over but he caught me. Let go of my head so I could turn, and lay my ear on his shoulder.

“Oh, so good. You’re even better that I imagined.” Such a hard boney firm muscular body to lie on, and he smelled so sweaty, I didn’t realize that wasn’t all that stuck between our bodies.

“Huh, yeah.” He kissed the top of my head, but I peeled my tit off to stick my head down, and smell the pasty tang of his juices. “Ihinh!” I felt it on my tummy, then slipped my fingertips over his abs. Held them up to sniff them, lick them and get my first taste of cum.

“Huh, Les. Lester?”

“Huh, it’s actually short for Leslie.”

“Really? I thought the kids just called you that, because, you know.”

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath, “Huh, I know. I’m not a lesbian.”

“Me neither.” Obviously.

“What about your mom?”

I sat up, “What about her? No, of course not.”

“Then she’s just bisexual, then.”

“No? What did you hear, because if somebody’s been talking about her, around the neighborhood.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

“What?”

“I guess she waits until you’re at school to come over.”

“Who?”

“Mrs. Petersen.”

“Oh my god,” Now it makes sense, “She’s having an affair with my mom, too?”

“Well, huh! She’s divorced, so technically.”

“When did Mr. Petersen find out, and get jealous?”

“No, he doesn’t mind. He knows how much of a slut she is, as well as everyone else.”

“Oh, no. My mom’s not divorced, she’s a widow. I know, she doesn’t look like a widow, but my dad died.”

“Oh, what happened?”

“A car wreck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, I guess I never really got to know him. I was very young, I barely even remember what he looks like.” Except in pictures.

“You really like me? I mean, when you said that you liked just me, and nobody else.”

“Huh, yeah.” I lay back down and hugged him. “I think I’m falling in love with you, but it’s hard to tell so soon after sex.”

“Well, that wasn’t exactly sex.”

“Okay, but you better get a rubber, if you want to really have sex then.
I’ll only do it if it’s safe sex.” I wonder how mom has safe sex with Mrs. Petersen, then? If she really sleeps around that much, then she doesn’t want to get cold sores, but she hasn’t gotten any cold sores yet, so they must have figured out something.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do, but let me up.”

“Okay,” but I felt him all over, before he shook the grass clippings out of his clothes, and put them on. “God, your butt is amazing, the best part. I think, no wait your abs. What do you do, to get your abs so tight, hard, and flexy?”

“I don’t know, I just work.”

I giggled, “Well, it sure worked, so work hard for me.”

“Okay, I will.” He kissed me.

“And get a rubber for me.” I can barely wait.

“I’ll try, I promise.”

“And take me out somewhere sometime, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m saving up for school, but I should have plenty left over to spend on you.”

“Good.”

“Good night.”

“Good night, Les.”

“Goodnight, Mae.”

“Huh!” he finally left me, naked and cum covered in the yard. So, I just picked up my bra, and panties. Both pairs of panties, and carried them back in, so I wouldn’t have to wash them.

I swear, I never slept so good before in my life.

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