It’s a hot summer day and Beth is engaged in her favorite pastime—daydreaming about Grant, the college-aged young man whose cut her lawn every summer since her husband divorced her three years ago. He’s on a football scholarship with a quarterback’s lean limbs, tight abs and strong shoulders and Beth would love nothing better than to figure out how to get to know him better. She’s imagined a thousand scenarios. Can she bring herself to act on one before the summer ends?
Beth watched Grant hurry down the street from her living room window, his muscular ass moving enticingly within his tight shorts. He’d dressed in record time and run down the street after promising once again to return this evening. She wanted desperately to believe him, even if she was already having trouble accepting that this afternoon had actually happened. She was a forty-year-old divorced housewife. Women like her didn’t have sex in their kitchens with college quarterbacks. Did they?
The soreness in her pussy and the mess in her kitchen and her bedroom suggested otherwise.
She leaned closer to the window, trying to keep sight of Grant as he cut across his front yard and disappeared into his house. She hoped fervently that there was nothing about him, which would give them away to his mother. That would be embarrassing. While technically Grant was an adult and physically he was certainly quite mature, mothers probably didn’t want to see their sons in that light, especially in conjunction with a neighbor down the street. Beth didn’t want to be embarrassed, but she also knew in her heart and soul that she really wanted to see Grant again too. He’d made her feel like a woman for the first time since Doug had left her and that was worth a little risk to her.