I had watched the young man down the street for quit a few years. Seeing him grow from a skinny pre-teen to where he was now, at eighteen, on the brink of manhood. His semi long, reddish blonde hair and now muscular torso along with his handsome facial features, made me wonder just what he was like, and what his interests were. Each weekday he walked to and from the high school bus and on weekends he would often jog by on his weekend run. On the weekends, I would find a reason to make myself seen by him. At first, he barely noticed me. He never spoke nor even acknowledged my existence. Nearing the start of summer vacation I came up with an idea to try and get to know him.

My large home, complete with a swimming pool and spa was a huge task for me to manage alone. My husband had died in an auto accident a number of years ago, leaving me quite wealthy, but without a man around to take care of the ongoing maintenance of the property. I had hired people to take care of the various tasks and some, I did myself. This led to my plan to get to know the young man.

Giving my lawn service the week off, I took my lawn mower out front, where he usually jogged by. I was dressed in a pair of loose shorts, a low cut tank top, and no bra. My large thirty-six “C” cup breasts stretched the material and my hard nipples were very visible. I had my mid length blonde hair in a ponytail sticking out of the back of a golf cap. Seeing him jogging up the street, no shirt on and in his running shorts, I put my plan in motion. I made it look as though I was having trouble starting the lawnmower. He jogged on by, then stopped and turned around. Watching him out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to pause, look me over as though seeing me for the first time, and then jogged back towards me.

“Hello Ma’am, can I help you with that?” He asked.

“My lawn people couldn’t make it this week. I don’t know how to start this machine. They always have done it and I just don’t know how.” I replied. “I would appreciate it if you know how to start this thing, that you would show me how.”

“Sure, I’ll take a look.” He came into the driveway and crouched down looking at the mower.

I bent down beside him to look too, my breasts making contact with his naked torso. I immediately became wet. His manly odor was sweet in my nostrils. I was really turned on by this young man!

“Well, it looks like the fuel valve is in the off position. I’ll turn it on and give it a go.” He stood, bumping into my chest. “Oh, excuse me, I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

I laughed. “No, I’m fine, I was just trying to see what you were doing so I would know what to do the next time. Sometimes the girls get in the way!“

His face flushed red with a blush. I also noticed a bulge forming beneath his running shorts!

“Ok, that’s good.” He grabbed the handle, pulled the starter cord a couple of times and the mower jumped to life! Looking at me with a big grin on his face he said, “That’s what it was, they probably shut off the fuel valve when they finish mowing. It’s a good practice to do that.”

“Well, thank you! I would never have figured that out! I’m so glad you came along when you did. Now I can get this lawn mown.” I let it hang in the wind.

Taking my bait he offered, “You know, I’m really don’t have much to do today, and mowing a lawn is almost as good as jogging. If you’d like, I can mow the lawn for you?”

“Oh, that would be wonderful! I’ll pay you just like I would the lawn service.” I accepted his offer.

“Hey, that won’t be necessary, I actually like mowing lawns. I kinda make a game out of it. Like, I try and figure the best angles to take to get the job done in the least amount of time, but still get it done properly. I’m kinda weird like that. By the way, my name is Brett.” He extended his hand to me.

“I’m Mrs. Carlson, but you can call me Beth. You start mowing and I’ll get us a couple refreshments. Anything in particular you’d like?” I offered.

“A beer would be great!” then he laughed. “Just kidding! Water, lemonade or ice tea would be fine.“

“I’ll get us both an iced tea, sweet or unsweetened?“

“Unsweetened would be great!”

“We can have a beer together after you finish the lawn. Oh, I also have more lawn in back by the pool” I added Laughing.

I went to the kitchen to get our tea. My hands were trembling, what was I thinking? Was I actually trying to seduce this young man that had just turned eighteen? Yes, I thought, I am. I changed into a loose, button down, sleeveless summer top. I left several buttons undone. I knew that as I moved certain ways, my breasts would be exposed to anyone that cared to look. I was hopeful he would take notice!

Bringing drinks outside, I then pulled a couple of lawn chairs out of the storage shed and set them up in the shade of the entryway arches. I waved to him and motioned him to the chairs. Making a couple more passes, he already had the front lawn halfway done. He then stopped, shut down the machine and sat down next to me.

“Looks like your mowing method is working.” I leaned forward to hand him the iced tea, as I moved so my shirt opened and my heavy breasts were now fully exposed to him as they almost fell free from my shirt. I Paused long enough to give him a good long view. Sitting back in my chair, I noticed he had a huge bulge growing in his shorts. My tactic was working. “So, tell me a little bit about yourself Brett.” I smiled at him as I watched his efforts to adjust his growing cock.

“Well, not much to tell, I live down the street with my Grams, I’ve lived with her since I was about ten. My mom was a singer in a band and my dad was a guitar player. Mom left a while back to go to Nashville and make it big in the music business.”

He continued. “Dad took off for parts unknown, to try and make it in the music world too. Never do hear from him. I love to play guitar and piano, Grams taught me music. I guess I also inherited my parents musical genes, ‘cause I took to the instruments very easily. Music also helps me relax and concentrate. Kids at school think I’m weird ‘cause I’m not into all their social world. My grades are great, top honors and all that stuff, but, I’m really not sure yet what I want to do with my life. I started a garage band, so far it’s me and a drummer and a chick that can sing really good.” Then he quickly added “She’s not like a girlfriend or anything, she just sings with us”.

Pausing his story, I moved my chair closer to his, so my bare shapely leg was touching his. I could feel his body trembling through my touch. “Brett, are you alright? You’re shaking”.

“Yes, Mrs. Carlson, it’s just hot and I’m all sweaty and I’m a little nervous”. He explained.

Leaning forward, my shirt parted, now fully exposing my tits to him as they fell free of the loose shirt. “Why are you nervous?” I asked. I noticed his eyes were locked in a stare at my exposed breasts. Putting my hand on his leg I comforted him. “Don’t be nervous Brett, it’s okay to look.” Sliding my hand, fingernails lightly raking his skin, gently up his thigh, just under his shorts, oh so close to his young cock. I wanted to feel his cock so bad, but, I somehow controlled myself.

“Oh, my, I didn’t realize the girls popped free. Sorry!” Leaning back in my chair once again, I adjusted my shirt to cover my exposed boobs in case someone drove by. “And please, call me Beth.“

“Uh, Beth, it’s OK, I just have never seen anything as beautiful as your, uh, ah” he was stammering, obviously turned on, but embarrassed at having seen my bare breasts. “Your, uh, um, ah, breasts!”

“Why thank you Brett, it’s been quite some time since anyone has seen them!” I tried to ease his discomfort.

“Thank you for the tea Mrs, uh, I mean Beth.” He corrected himself then quickly changed the subject.” I guess I should finish here so I can get the back yard for you.” He stated getting up from his chair and handed me the empty glass.

I took the glass, but also held onto his hand. “Yes, you finish the lawn here. I’ll meet you at the back gate and unlock and open it, so you can finish back there. I’ll bring you a fresh iced tea.” I raked his palm with my fingernails as I released his hand. He stood there for a few moments with a starry look in his eyes. I could only imagine what thoughts were running through his young testosterone filled mind and body.

Then, with a big smile, he turned and headed back to the task of finishing the front lawn. I got up and went back into the house.

Quickly I changed into a white string bikini that I hadn’t worn in years. When I swam in my pool, sun bathed and actually, most of the time I was home, I never wore anything.

There were numerous times I had surprised and delighted the various delivery guys when I would answer the door wearing nothing but a smile! The pizza delivery guys really enjoyed it. When they delivered pizzas to me, I would often open the door wrapped in a towel and then drop it as I reached for the money to pay them. Often times I’d drop some coins and then give them a great view of my ass and pussy as I bent over to retrieve the change!

Although Brett had already seen my boobs, and the bikini didn’t hide much, I felt it best to be covered for the time being. Also, from past experience, I knew when the suit became wet, it also became completely see through!

Hearing the mower stop, I headed out back to unlock and open the gate. Brett was waiting at the entrance to the backyard when I opened the gate. His eyes once again went wide as he took in my bikini clad body.

“Mrs, I mean Beth, you are really bbbbeautiful!” He managed to speak. “I’ll have the back yard done in a jiffy!”

“Wonderful, I’ll have a glass of tea ready and on the patio table when your ready for a break.