It was the summer of 2002. Kelly had been miserable for months. Her work life had been slowly deteriorating for a couple of years. As it seems is always the case, a good boss had left and the new one was an idiot. I had finally convinced her that it was okay to resign without a new job lined up. She’d worked since she was a young teenager, we were doing fine, and I hated to see her so miserable.
She spent that spring cleaning every nook and cranny she could find in the house. By the time summer arrived she was more than ready to enjoy the sun and warmth. Riding our lawn tractor to mow the lawn had always been my job, but Kelly wanted to learn how so she could be productive as she caught some rays.
At forty-one-years old the only difference I could see in her from when she was thirty were a few lines on her face from decades of a near-constant smile. Kelly was still five-foot-two. But her boobs had grown even larger. How tough was that!
Kelly, being Kelly, choose an old bikini to wear while mowing. The top was basically a boob hammock for her 36G gazongas. The bottoms were a skimpy little low-rise side-tie affair. The bikini was white. Needless to say, when she’d mow the front yard she caused passing traffic to slow down.
Kelly always mowed the front yard first. Our yard wasn’t a field, but we were in the township and had a little bit of land. Plus, Kelly drove the tractor in second gear, so that added a little time. The front usually took her about an hour.
Kelly had noticed that usually a few minutes into the job when she was still making passes near the road, that our neighbor Frank would walk his dog past our yard. And then again going back the other way. And then sometimes a couple of more passes for good measure.
It also didn’t seem to matter if Kelly was mowing early in the day to avoid scorching heat or later in the day for maximum sun. Frank would make a few passes. He always waved to Kelly.
We knew Frank, but not all that well. He lived two houses away. He was probably in his mid-fifties. We’d heard he was former military and was on permanent disability, although he seemed perfectly normal to meet him. When we both worked all the time we had little time for neighborhood goings-on.
Kelly appreciated that she had an admirer. She always waved back. She’d also wave at the guys who would stare or beep as they drove past in their pickup trucks and work vans.
One Saturday morning Frank knocked on our door. His tractor, pretty much the same machine as ours, had taken a crap and was in the shop. He was asking if he could rent ours to mow over a couple of weeks. I assured him he could use it but we wouldn’t take a cent for rental. Frank argued a bit and then accepted that he wouldn’t win.
It had been rainier than normal and the grass was growing like no tomorrow. Kelly was mowing the lawn every three or four days. Frank came over the first time to borrow the tractor when he figured Kelly was nearing the end of the job.
Kelly always mowed the front yard first and then opened the gate and mowed our back yard. Frank, of course, didn’t realize that Kelly always removed her top to mow the back yard. She was trying to avoid tan lines on her boobs.
Frank let himself in through the gate. Kelly made a turn and they both saw each other at about the same time. Frank looked like he was going to melt into the yard. Kelly waved. She stopped the tractor when she got next to him.
Frank was apologizing at a hundred miles an hour as Kelly shut off the mower. Kelly told him to calm down. She liked getting sun and him seeing her boobs was no big deal to her. Although even as she told that lie, her nipples were stiffening. She loved men seeing her naked tits. She told him to hang out on our deck, as she had less than ten minutes to finish.
Kelly went back to mowing and out of the corners of her eyes noticed that Frank never looked away from her. Her nipples looked like red peanut M&M’s, as they do when fully aroused. She parked the mower by the gate and joined Frank on the deck. Kelly’s favorite ritual to finish her mowing job was to dive into the pool to cool off. And she did it then as well.
After a lap back and forth across the pool, Kelly climbed out, dripping water everywhere, with no towel. Her nipples were as hard as stones, stiffened further by the cool water. The bottom of her old suit tended to sag when filled with water. It showed an inch or two of ass-crack and hug down low enough in the front to be borderline obscene. However, since Kelly kept her twat shaved bare, there was no fuzz to see and it stayed up just enough to not expose her tattoo.
Frank just stared slack-jawed as Kelly walked toward him. His eyes were darting back and forth from hard nipples to shaved-pussy camel toe. Kelly turned away from Frank as she bent over to pick up a towel. She knew full well she was teasing the hell out of him with her bikini bottom barely covering half of her butt crack as she bent over at the waist.
“Would you like a dip?” she asked. Frank shook his head ‘no’. Kelly told him the key was in the tractor and he was welcome to use it. He brought it back about three hours later.
Kelly made sure she was outside on the deck by the pool. She heard Frank finish mowing his yard and then make the short drive to our house. She’d been naked, lying on a lounger. She slipped into the pool and climbed into a pool lounger when she heard him heading toward our house. Frank opened the gate and parked the tractor in our shed.
Kelly called out for Frank to join her on the deck. He came up, sat down, and dropped the tractor key on a deck table. Kelly paddled her way around so that she was then facing Frank. The light breeze help push her lounger toward the end of the pool where he was sitting. As she got closer she could tell the exact moment when he realized she was naked. She said the look on his face was priceless.
Kelly rolled off of the lounger and came up out of the water at the steps. She walked out of the water as Frank’s eyeballs soaked in every pixel. She could also tell when he made out her tattoo. Kelly has a tattoo of a blooming red rose on her pubic bone.
Kelly had a brief conversation with Frank. Frank mumbled a bit. Apologized a bit. And never stopped darting his eyes from her boobs to her pussy. Kelly has an amazing pussy. Some women are graced with a tight little clam that needs work to crack it open. Not Kelly. Her gash is wide open, her lips full and on display. If you kneel in front of Kelly and look closely (as several have) you can make out her clit.
Again, just out of the water, her nipples were at full attention. After a couple of minutes of incoherent staring, Frank thanked her for use of the tractor and left.
That evening Frank forwarded me the email explaining that his tractor would be delayed a couple of more weeks as the shop waited for a part from overseas. I replied that it wasn’t a problem with us and that he “was welcome to come over any time.”
Over the next couple of weeks, Frank had managed to show up, and Kelly had managed to show off, so that he’d discovered her naked or at least topless each time. He always timed borrowing the mower immediately after Kelly had finished mowing. One day when she asked, as she always did if he’d like a dip in the pool, Frank said yes.
He had kicked off his sneakers, removed his shirt, and looked like he was getting ready to take a dive. Kelly stopped him. “House rules. No swimsuits.” Frank demurred for a moment and then found his bravery. Shorts came off and in he jumped. Kelly jumped in after him.
They relaxed, bobbed around, and chatted for a bit. Each was slowly making their way toward the other. After ten minutes or so, Kelly stood in front of Frank, facing away, and he took the hint to massage her shoulders. Kelly moaned in her way that both showed appreciation and made a man’s loins stir. Frank had strong hands and Kelly was in heaven. Somewhat intentionally, she was moving backward a millimeter at a time.
And then: There! She felt it. Frank’s hardon brushed against her little bubble butt. He wiggled himself back an inch and kept on massaging. Kelly said “That feels so good” as she pretended to fall back against him. She felt his cock trapped between her ass cheeks. She loved how blazingly hot it felt against her cool skin. Frank acted as though nothing had happened.
Kelly kept his cock trapped with her butt. After a minute she slowly slid her ass up and down against Frank’s cock. Frank slowly moved his hands from her shoulders to her back, to her sides, and then around to her boobs. He held her huge tits and then captured her hard nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
Kelly’s moaning was purely sexual. Frank was mashing her boobs. Kelly was moving her butt more quickly. She was humping Frank’s cock. Kelly swears that it wasn’t intentional, not that mattered in the least. She was really starting to hump away. Frank's cock slipped from its butt cheek trap. Kelly’s open gash was the only place for it to go. One stroke was a dual “oops” from both of them, the next stroke was a dual “moan.”
Frank’s cock slid into Kelly’s pussy. Kelly was fucking him. ‘Twerking’ didn’t exist. Yet that’s basically what Kelly was doing on Frank’s cock. Frank started to actively participate. He moved his hands down to Kelly’s hips and began thrusting vigorously as they fucked.
I’ve fucked a few women in water; the ocean, lake, river, pool, tub, shower. It doesn’t much matter. Most can’t keep a pussy lubricated. The water washes their lube away and in short order, a wet fuck becomes an uncomfortably dry fuck. Not Kelly, her pussy pumps out gallons of lube. Frank was taking full advantage of her slippery cunt as he slammed his cock in and out of her, splashing water all around them in the pool.
Kelly thought Frank’s cock felt pretty damn nice. It was fatter than mine, that much was certain. The length was harder for her to tell but probably close to mine.
Frank reached around and found Kelly’s clit. One arm was across her chest, holding her against his own chest. One hand was fingering her clit. The other was mauling her boob and pinching her nipple. Frank took Kelly over the moon. Kelly screamed out an orgasm. She knew the neighbors on both sides were at work. The closest neighbor at home during the day was the one who’s cock had caused her orgasm.
Frank grabbed her tighter. He had both hands down on her groin spreading her lips open and her legs apart. His hands were playing in her gash. Frank was humping Kelly like a machine. He groaned into her ear “Oh, fuck I’m cumming.” Kelly felt like he was spreading her pussy and legs open to the point that she might crack in half. And then he suddenly let go of her and he dropped down into the water.
Kelly felt him kissing, licking, and nibbling her butt before he finally came up for air. Kelly made him stay still. She was watching the water by her pussy. She was watching the streams and clouds of his cum form in the water all around her.
They both stood and stared at his cum swirl around in the water. Kelly softly said, “I love when a man fills me up.” Kelly changed her focus and took a good look at Frank’s cock. It was slowly shrinking. She could tell he was uncut, something that fascinates her. She wasn’t sure how long it had fully grown to, but she knew she would eventually find out. Another day.
Frank was too struck by what had just happened for him to make any sense. He felt he should dress and head home. Kelly stood naked next to him while he dressed. She let him stare at her body all he wanted before he said “goodbye” walked away.
The next time Frank borrowed our tractor was on a Saturday afternoon while I was home. I gave him the tractor key. Kelly was a little bummed out that nothing sexual happened between them. But the time after that, on a weekday, he showed up soon after Kelly had finished mowing. He let himself into the backyard through the gate and stepped up onto the deck. Kelly was quite happy to see him. She was naked in the water. Frank asked if he could join her. “Of course, Stud!” was her reply.
Frank swam up to her. Kelly hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “I thought maybe I scared you off?”
Frank laughed, “Well, you kind of did, but I got over it and here I am!”
They played around in the water some. Frank sat Kelly on one of the steps leading out of the water and moved in to suck on her nipples. Kelly reached down and played with his cock while he sucked. She thought she had glimpsed a lack of pubic hair when frank jumped into the pool. With her hand on his cock and balls, she confirmed that Frank had shaved. She tugged him up and onto the deck. “I want to play with this cock!” she said with the devil in her voice.
Kelly loved sliding his foreskin up and down. She loved that his cock was fat, maybe one and a half the thickness of mine. He was about the same six-inches as long as my dick. Kelly loves to suck cock, but a shaved dick will get ten times the attention from her.
Kelly wanted to eat and nibble his cock. She got between his legs and worked over his large nuts and dangling sack. Kelly was impressed. She shared that Frank, literally, had the biggest balls and nut sack of any man that she had screwed. She teased me by referring to him as “Rhino Nuts.”
She slid her hands to the back of Frank’s knees and slowly pushed his legs up as she worked him over. Frank ended up with his knees nearly to his ears and Kelly was licking and sucking him from his foreskin to his butt hole. (And, yes, Frank had shaved completely bare.) Frank went crazy when her tongue hit his taint. Even crazier as Kelly attacked his hole. Kelly was flying. Her tongue was everywhere at once. Frank was moaning loudly. Kelly knew he was close to cumming.
Kelly let his legs drop and she swallowed his cock. She bobbed her head up and down so fast that Frank had to feel like he was getting laid. It worked. Without any announcement, Frank’s fat cock started to spurt cum into her mouth. Each cum spurt wasn’t huge, but he shot off nearly a dozen times. Kelly’s mouth was filled to the rim with his runny, slippery cum.
She slowly and tightly pulled her mouth from his fat cock. She didn’t lose a drop of his load. Kelly climbed up to Frank’s face and opened her mouth showing him that it was nearly overflowing with his spunk. He seemed impressed. “I’ll tell you this, that was the best blowjob of my life. I feel like I squirted everything I’ve ever made in that load.”
It took Kelly two big gulps to get all of his goo down her throat. She moved in to kiss Frank, full-on, open mouth, cum breath, and everything. He locked lips with her and they played a wild game of tongue hockey. Kelly was impressed. They stayed lip-locked like a couple of horny kids in a backseat. Kelly climbed onto Frank’s chest, rubbing her slippery cunt on his thigh as they laid back and kissed. Frank played with her butt, spreading her open with both hands.