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Grass Cutting With A Plus
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
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The teenager teases her employer just for laughs, but
somehow it all got out of hand. (Ff-teen, mast, 1st-
lesbian-expr)
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Dianne switched off the vacuum cleaner at the sound of
the door bell. On her way to the door the thought
'probably someone collecting for ANOTHER worthy cause'.
She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of the
most beautiful young woman (girl really) she had seen
in a long time. Dianne took the moment waiting for the
girl to state her purpose to give the young beauty a
thorough once over.
The girl was slender but not skinny; she wore a loose
fitting tee shirt and short shorts with flip flops on
her feet. The dominant feature was the strikingly
beautiful face. Big green eyes and a cute up turned
nose, full sensual lips all surrounded by a tangle of
slightly unkempt looking strawberry blonde hair.
Dianne's eyes scanned down pausing at the protrusions
in the tee shirt. Her visitor certainly wasn't behind
in the bust development department. She guessed her age
to be not much more than sixteen.
"I was wondering if you'd hire me to cut your grass?"
the girl said with a shy smile revealing the finished
product of a couple of year's worth of some
orthodontists excellent work. The home owner, taken a
back by the request, stood trying to digest it.
It certainly hadn't occurred to her to go looking for
someone to mow her lawn, but with the offer now on the
table she had to admit the idea was appealing. The
young entrepreneur taking the silence as reluctance
launched into her most effective sales pitch.
"I'm trying to get together money for college. I know
it's a couple of years away but it's REALLY expensive.
I'm working at a restaurant three days a week but
that's not going to be enough, so I thought that if I
just went around the neighborhood I could probably get
four or five grass cutting jobs. I was thinking I'd
charge ten dollars each. I could make fifty maybe even
sixty dollars a week, 'cause the grass, you know needs
to be cut..."
"Whoa!" Dianne interrupted, before the sweet young
thing could pull out a screen and start a Power Point
presentation on her proposed financial empire. "I'm
sold. Ten bucks each time you said?"
"Yeah, but if you think that's too much I..."
"No dear it's fine, but it's going to need cutting very
soon."
"I'll come over tomorrow morning." The girl said,
beaming. If it was possible she was even more beautiful
smiling and relieved than she had appeared when she was
nervous and anxious. "I want to start nice and early
'cause it's supposed to get pretty hot tomorrow."
"I'm up and around by seven." Dianne advised.
"OK I'll be here around eight. Thanks so much!" the
teenager replied still beaming. "By the way my name is
Victoria Simms, but you can call me Vicki." The girl
extended her delicate little hand. Dianne took it and
replied,
"Mine's Dianne, but you can call me Dianne." The home
owner said in a lame attempt at humor. Vicki responded
with a sincere and rather thrilling girlish giggle.
"See ya tomorrow Dianne." And she bounded down the
steps. Dianne took in the firm round buns, so snugly
displayed by the tight shorts, as the teenager
departed. It won't be hard to look at that once a week
she thought.
At eight o'clock sharp the next morning Dianne stood
coffee in hand, watching Victoria walk up the street.
The girl was wearing bathing suit bottoms and a cut off
sweat shirt. The sleeves of her shirt had been
completely removed and the bottom was cut off at mid
torso. Dianne enjoyed watching the sassy bounce of the
girl's breasts as she mounted the stairs. She met her
new 'employee' at the front door, "Good morning, you're
very punctual."
"Yeah it's going to be 90 later on." Victoria replied
"I'll show you where the grass cutting stuff is kept."
Dianne said as she headed for the garage. "Here's the
mower and the trimmer," she said pointing to the
equipment in a back corner "the gas is up on the shelf
above." Looking back at the teenager, she couldn't help
but wonder if she had the bathing suit top on under the
chopped up sweat shirt. 'She must have' Dianne thought
noting how the girl's breasts tented the thin fleece
material out away from her body. Was it possible the
young woman's breasts were actually that high and firm?
Vicki didn't hesitate; she quickly grabbed the handle
of the new looking Lawn Boy, and headed back out of the
garage.
Dianne still sipping her coffee watched her helper's
firm round ass, encased in the thin bathing suit
material as the girl made her way out into the
driveway. The wonderful tingling in her breasts made
her want to rub them but she didn't. Instead she went
back into the house and picked up the mail from the
kitchen table.
After pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee, Dianne
went out the sliding doors of the dining room on to the
small cedar deck. She heard the lawn mower engine roar
to life as Vicki started cutting the front yard.
Descending the three steps down to the stone patio she
put the mail on the table and pulled up a chair.
She had just finished separating the bills from the
junk (which is all you ever get in the mail) when she
heard the mower stop. A few seconds later the gorgeous
young woman, with sweat beading on her forehead arrived
beside the patio table. With an impish grin she said,
"I'm sorry; I need to take a pee."
"Everybody does once in a while." Dianne assured her.
"Just go in the sliding doors up there; there's a
powder room just off the entry hall."
"Thanks" Victoria replied climbing up the deck and
disappearing inside. Two minutes later the girl re-
emerged and stood at the railing of the deck. Dianne
looked up and a lightning bolt hit her pussy! She was
looking up under the crop top at the underside of
Vicki's naked tits. They were so round, firm and pink
that they took the older woman's breath away.
Dianne thought she should look away; 'did the girl know
what she was seeing from this low vantage point'? A
moment later Victoria was twisting her body to the
side, and pulling her top around; she was apparently
trying to see something on her side. "I think something
bit me," The young woman complained still contorting
her torso, "but I can't see it."
The twisting and tugging at the shirt continued another
few seconds before Vicki said, "Would you take a look
for me?"
"Sure." Dianne said rising from her chair and stepping
up on the deck. The teenager stopped twisting.
Straightening up she lifted right side of her top up
under her chin, fully exposing her right breast. Dianne
gulped at the revelation. The round, impossibly firm
mound was capped with a pale pink pebbly crown. The
puffy cap about the size of half a ping pong ball has a
slightly darker button embedded at its center. The
pinkness stood out in contrast to the nearly
translucent white of the rest of the young woman's
breast. A triangular line above marked the boundary of
the swim suit top the girl usually wore when she was in
the sun.
"Right around here." Vicki said pointing to a spot on
her ribs approximately in line with the nipple and
directly under her raised arm. Dianne struggled to
control her breathing and refocus her attention. It was
very hard to take her eyes away from the plump young
boob. She looked in the area the girl was indicating
and saw a small red linear abrasion. If she had looked
at the young woman's face she would have seen the
mischievous grin.
"I see it but I don't think it's a bug bite. It looks
more like a chafe mark from your bra."
"I don't usually wear... Oh wait a minute! I went out
on Saturday with my boy friend, Steve, and I wore this
half cup push up that my aunt gave me for my birthday.
It's got a wire under the cup. That's what did it!"
Dianne felt her heart sink at the mention of a boy
friend. 'Why!' she thought 'did you really think a girl
this beautiful wouldn't have one, or probably many'.
The other troublesome image was Vicki with a demi-cup
bra. It was absolutely a decoration because those
puppies didn't need any help to stand up straight.
"I've got some salve that might help. Would you like me
to get it?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I'd really appreciate
it. It's really getting itchy." Dianne slipped through
the patio doors not noticing the young woman's ear to
ear grin. Returning with the first aid cream Dianne
dispensed a little glob on her fingers. Vicki dutifully
pulled the right side of the top up again much higher
than necessary.
The first aider used all her concentration to look at
the abrasion and not the tantalizingly exposed tit.
With a somewhat shaky hand the older woman applied the
salve. The first contact with the girl's smooth taunt
flesh sent a shiver through her; applying the ointment
as far forward as she dared she was able to touch the
beginning of the supple breast.
"Maybe I should check the other side," Dianne said,
pushing her luck. Without a moment's hesitation the
girl pulled the entire top up under her chin. There
they were displayed in all their naked glory.
Undeniably the most beautiful adolescent bust the older
woman had ever seen. Large, round and impossibly firm,
capped with those pink pebbly mushroom cap areolas. The
sight literally took her breath away.
Fighting to regain some composure, the older woman
stepped to the other side of her teenaged grass cutter
to look for any scratches (yeah, right!). Dianne wasn't
sure if her eyes ever did actually make it to the
girl's under arm. She was transfixed on those
magnificent mounds and just dying to get her hands on
them. In the ensuing moments Dianne was thrilled to see
the little button centers begin to emerge from their
nest in the plump areola.
Slowly but steadily the two rubbery pegs began to
appear. Whether in was from the air now circulating
over them or from the older woman's penetrating stare
no one would ever know. Finally Dianne knew she had to
say something,
"I don't see anything over here" she announced. To
Dianne's profound disappointment the girl then released
the crop top letting it fall back into place covering
her treasures. Except now the nipples made their
presence known by poking against the thin fabric.
"Oooo, I'm getting all nipple-y!" as Vicki said this
she began firmly rubbing her boobs with the heels of
her hands. Dianne watched in wonder as the resilient
mounds were squashed and mashed under the girl's
actions. When Vicki stopped her peculiar massage she
had accomplished her goal and returned her nipples to
their non erect state; yet another disappointment for
her new boss. Bounding down the three steps "Back to
work!" she chirped, leaving Dianne alone in her now
uncomfortably damp panties.
Returning to her mail sorting task, Dianne allowed
herself the treat of looking up at the teenager
trudging around the yard with the roaring mower. As the
girl was going away from her she was treated to the
vision of those firm round buttocks wiggling under the
bikini bottoms.
The bikini bottoms seemed to have aspirations to become
a thong as they were working their way steadily into
the crack of Vicki's ass. When the girl was approaching
of course there were those lovely tits jiggling with
the walking and pushing motion. The older woman
couldn't help but impose the image her mind had stored
of the girl's naked boobs as an overlay. Round and
round in ever smaller circles until at last Vicki
released the safety bar stopping the annoying din of
the little engine.
The girl smiled sweetly at her boss as she pushed the
mower back to its parking space in the garage. When she
returned to the patio Dianne handed her a ten dollar
bill.
"Thanks missus 'M'!" Vicki said accepting her pay.
"No. Thank you; and remember its Dianne."
"OK, DIANNE; same time next week?"
"That sounds wonderful!" the home owner replied. As the
girl rounded the corner of the house, the older woman
turned to go inside. There was some urgent business
between her legs that needed immediate attention.
>>>>>>>>>
It was a long seven days for Dianne, waiting for the
next visit from what was becoming her definition of
feminine perfection. She was awake before dawn on the
appointed morning. Who on earth got this excited about
getting their lawn mowed? It obviously wasn't the
mowing; it was watching the nubile young lass doing it.
Tossing and turning as the early beams of sunlight
seeped between the curtains, sleep continued to evade
her. Though she was still sleepy, Dianne could no
longer ignore the persistent tingling in her breasts,
but more particularly the sensitive over extended
nipples.
Her hands sought out those pleasure giving buds and she
stroked them gently and lovingly. It caused what had
been just a vague tingling between her legs to become a
thrilling vibration. She could feel the lips of her sex
swelling and parting as the juices from deep inside
began to flow. Grasping each rubbery pleasure center
she pinched hard sending a stab of intense pleasure
into her protruding clit. Returning to more gentle
stimulation, she ran her finger tips gently over the
whole of her firm mounds, allowing them to lightly
graze the swollen caps.
She lost track of time as she continued teasing her
boobs; alternating long soft caresses with hard tugs on
her nipples. There was an ever present urge to put her
hand between her legs, but she resisted it. To the
naked and trembling woman on the bed it felt as if
there were a volume control between her legs that was
very slowly being turned up.
Enjoying the slow progression of her arousal but unable
to completely control her own movements, Dianne began
to clench her thighs together. The pressure did not
relieve the building tension but seemed to soften its
edges. She envisioned Victoria's firm round breasts, as
they had been so boldly revealed to her last week. The
pounding in her love box intensified a few more notches
as she recalled how blatantly the girl had pulled her
top up to expose that marvelous young chest.
The thought of the soft, suck able, plump nipples
produced a sudden spike on her 'volume control'. The
dampness she had squeezed out of her yearning pussy by
the pressure of her thighs was now a flood. When she
felt the heaving begin, she momentarily tried to fight
it. It did not good. The orgasm that over took her was
not a frantic explosion, but more an intoxicating warm
wave of bliss and contentment; and she slept.
The annoying roar of the lawn mower woke the naked
woman with the crusty thighs. 'Oh my God' she thought,
trying to get her reluctant eyes open and focus. The
bedside clock read eight seventeen. Launching herself
out of bed, her smallish boobs only bounced a little,
but enough for her to realize they felt a bit tender.
Stumbling to the patio door that opened onto the small
cedar deck, she immediately saw her erotic fantasy
diligently at work. Dianne gasped when the beautiful
young woman turned her head and looked directly at her!
Standing bare ass naked behind the glass door a hundred
thoughts raced through her mind in that instant. The
first was; 'How could she possibly know I was at the
window?' The second was; 'Was the dried and drying cum
on her legs visible from that far away?'; 'It's less
than twenty feet!' 'Never mind that she was as naked as
the day she was born in any case!'
Instinctively the disheveled woman grabbed the edge of
the curtain to cover herself. Peeping over the top of
the scratchy fabric, as the younger woman waved, Dianne
shivered at the cryptic smirk on the girl's face.
Retreating quickly into the ensuite bath the diminutive
red head turned on the shower. Without waiting for the
water to warm she stepped into the stall still shaking.
The cool, almost cold water caused her to emit a little
scream that seemed to have been stuck in her throat
since the teenager's eyes had landed on her naked
visage. Applying the liquid soap to the bathing puff
Dianne scrubbed her thighs and pussy first.
The clotted cream, frankly felt rather disgusting at
this point.
Continuing with her still tingling chest, she very
quickly was completely covered in the foamy lather. As
she was rinsing under the now warm spray she allowed
her imagination to create an image of what her young
employee would have seen... small breasts, prominent
thick nipples, narrow waist, flaring hips, fluffy pubic
hair... no not fluffy! Cum matted! 'Could Vicki have
seen that?' The thought was chilling and exciting at
the same time. The embarrassed home owner wondered how
she would be able to face the teenaged voyeur who was,
by the sound of the humming little engine, still
cutting her grass.
As she was drying herself Dianne slowly had a complete
change of heart. 'What was so bad?' She had actually
been harboring a secret desire to expose herself to the
young woman outside. The thought had been more in her
sub-conscious than an actual intent, but now that it
was done, albeit by accident, it was starting to feel
"right".
The realization immediately relieved the tension she
had been feeling. Now she felt sort of light hearted,
as she opened her underwear drawer; 'something a little
provocative' she thought. The black silk panties and
the matching lace push up bra seemed to jump into her
hands of their own accord. Slipping into the sexy
lingerie made her nipple rise to near full attention.
The lace on the edge of the cup scarped her sensitive
stiff buttons; the sheer black undergarment did nothing
to suppress their erectness.
Adjusting the panties caused the sheer material to rub
delightfully against her pouting lower lips. What she
saw out of the corner of her eye in the full length
mirror was very appealing. 'I hope Vicki thinks so' she
mused as she reached into the closet and selected a
dark print fitted shift.
The final check in the mirror confirmed it; she looked
HOT! The bodice of the little dress was scalloped
enough to show off the tops of her breasts. Her boobs
were being pushed up and in so deliciously by intricate
stitching of the lace bra; a tug here and there, and
voila. Ducking back into the ensuite Dianne expertly
tended to her hair and face.
Outside Victoria Simms made yet another pass around the
expansive yard. The unexpected sight of her naked
employer those four or five circuits ago was still
burning in her memory. Her normally puffy nipples were
now poking obviously against the thin 'T' shirt she
wore. The jeans converted to shorts had been cut off
much too severely. They weren't bad last year but Vicki
knew her hips and ass had filled in a lot in that time.
Now they were hard to get into, and she knew that they
really didn't completely cover her rear cheeks.
That wasn't the concern right now though. Her current
problem was that they were so tight that the crotch
seam was pushing between her pussy lips. The invading
material had taken the gusset of her thong, and was
pressing it pleasurably against her clitoris. With each
successive step she felt the pressure increase and
decrease, though it was never completely relieved.
Though she had fantasized over the past week about ways
to get her employer to loosen up, and maybe to get her
out of her clothes, her fantasies didn't include having
an orgasm while she was pushing the damn mower. The
sweat that beaded on her forehead, and trickled between
her jiggling stimulated breasts, was partly from the
heat and exertion of her labour but equally from the
mental exertion she was expending to not tear her
bottoms off and finger her aching pussy right there in
the middle of the yard. Try as she might she could not
erase, or even dim the image of her naked host.
"Why don't you take a break?" Dianne shouted over the
din of the engine. Vicki almost jumped straight up in
the air; not realizing her employer had come out of the
house and was now standing on the grass not more than
ten feet away. The girl didn't jump but she did release
the safety bar causing the mower to quickly chug to a
stop. Looking at the older woman she felt like the
pressure on her crotch had suddenly increased. She had
found Ms. Morgan attractive from their first meeting,
when she had so nervously babbled her sales pitch. Last
week even more so when she'd had a chance to really
look her over.
The sight of her boss's beautifully shaped legs (Vicki
had a thing for legs) and round ass had made her pussy
tingle. On a whim she had even tried to get something
started by giving her host an unobstructed view of her
awesome tits. Showing off her tits was one of Vicki's
favorite ploys. There were very few people (men as well
as women) who hadn't turned to putty in her hands at
the sight of her perfect breasts. Now she looked at the
very pretty woman who was offering her a respite and
thought 'God but she cleans up nice!' Nice wasn't
really the right word.
In the few seconds that it took her to find her voice
she was able to do a complete inventory. The red hair
framing the kind mature face, the small but nicely
displayed boobs and oh those delectably protruding
nipples made her pussy feel like it was in a vise.
Continuing down over the dark print dress to where it
ended more than a few inches above the pretty knees,
the girl again admired the beautifully toned legs;
ending with the slender ankles and bare feet.
Vicki knew she could excuse her flushed face by the
exertion of mowing but how to account for her stiff
nipples and the slightly visible damp spot at the
crotch of her shorts was another matter. The teenager
wondered if her boss would notice.
She needn't have had any doubt. Dianne's eyes drank in
the adolescent beauty like a woman three days without
water. "Come on and have a drink with me. You must be
parched in this heat."
"I am hot!" Victoria agreed, with double meaning.
Seated at the patio table Dianne filled the two glasses
with the lemonade she had prepared. Vicki was thirsty
and took a big drink from the icy glass. It was too
much cold, too fast and caused a gigantic cough,
ejecting more than half of the liquid she had pulled
into her mouth.
The rejected lemonade spilled down the front of her 'T'
shirt in a big plop. Seeing the girl's distress, Dianne
leapt to her feet, and holding the girl's shoulder
began slapping firmly between her shoulder blades.
Vicki coughed and sputtered several more times before
regaining some measure of control. "Oh dear!" Dianne
exclaimed "Are you OK?"
"I'm OK," [cough] "I'm fine." Victoria croaked "I just
drank it too fast." After heaving a couple gulps of
air, she continued "I'm so embarrassed, look at the
mess I've made!"
"It's nothing sweetheart, don't worry about it." The
two women were now standing facing each other. They
were very, very close. The top of Dianne's head was
about even the teenager's nose. She had to tip her head
back to look into Vicki's watery eyes. They stood there
a moment, neither one moving; then Vicki's head tilted
forward and her soft full lips captured Dianne's lips.
The girl began sucking, as if trying to pull the older
woman's lips inside her mouth.
Dianne fought for air demanding more than her nostrils
could possibly deliver. In an act as much out of self
preservation, as passion the older woman broke the
kiss. Taking only a second to fill her lungs Dianne put
her hand behind the girl's head and pulled her down
mashing their lips together as her tongue plunged
between the teenager's perfect teeth. Inside the soft
mouth, coated with the vodka laced lemonade Dianne's
tongue explored and caressed everything it encountered
including Vicki's own tongue that seemed to be intent
on defending its' space.
Their mouths still pressed together, lips sucking,
tongues probing; the teenager's arms encircled the
older woman and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Vicki's erect nipples under her lemonade soaked 'T'
shirt pressed into Dianne's upper chest, just below her
collar bone.
Meanwhile Dianne's own stiff buds slid under the larger
breasts of her teenage lover, and struggled to make
contact with the girl's heaving ribs. They locked in
the embrace, sucking face and rubbing their chests
together for a full minute. This time it was Victoria
who broke the contact. Dianne looked into the large
green eyes; they looked even bigger than normal and
they were filling with tears.
"We can't, we shouldn't, I..." the girl stammered,
sobbing, and then she turned and ran. Dianne was quite
sure there was no oxygen in the air she was ravenously
gulping. She could not get her breathing under control.
She watched in shock and horror as the beautiful sexy
teenager disappeared around the corner of the house and
was gone. She felt empty, she felt angry, she felt
horny, she felt sad and then she cried.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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