Refuse Dan's creepo offer

"No way, creepo," you say. "Try this sort of thing again and I'm calling the cops on you!"

"For what?" he demands.

"For...for being a creepo!" you say and throw open the gate to push your lawnmower back across the street. You flip him the bird for good measure.

When you're back home you fire up the lawnmower and get to mowing. It's a very hot day so you have to take a break about halfway through. Your blond hair is plastered to your face with sweat and your shirt is starting to turn transparent, much to the enjoyment of a couple of teenage boys on bikes who keep oggling you. After a minute to catch your breath you start up the mower again and get back to work. You've only been mowing for a minute or two when you are startled by a tap on your shoulder.

Sara Cleft is standing there, hair perfectly housewife quaffed, wearing a gingham dress and an apron like a mom from the 1950s. She even has mom makeup on. She's also holding a serving tray with a couple tall glasses of lemonade. You shut off the mower and take your earbuds out.

"I thought you could use a drink," she says. "I was watching you out here working."

"You're so sweet," you say. "I'd plant a big juicy kiss on your lips, but there are three little rats watching us on their bikes over there."

She looks to where the boys are camped out pretending very poorly to not pay any attention.

"Why don't we go out back," you suggest.

You and Sara head to the backyard and sit down at the patio table. She hands over a lemonade and explains it's fresh squeezed.

"You're so sweaty and pumped up," she admires.

You flex your arm showing off your slightly muscular bicep. Well, it's more muscular than it was before you started doing push-ups on Sara's face three times a week. She feels your muscle and the touch lingers. You lean together and kiss. She licks the sweat from your upper lip and fills your mouth with her lemony tongue.

"I want to lick your pussy right now," she says, suddenly breathless. "I want your sweaty slit all over my face."

You stand up and she feverishly get down on her knees on the hard patio and unbuttons your jean shorts. You've grown at your pubic hair and shaved it into a little triangle above your clit. It's very sweaty down there right now, but the musky smell of your hard work only seems to be driving Sara wild. She yanks your shorts down and pushes you back into the chair. Her tongue drives into your swampy, steamy slit and she drinks your juices with a raunchy eagerness, moaning as she licks your clit and sucks you to a very quick orgasm.

She continues, prodding your depths with her tongue until you're almost ready to cum again. You lean back, lifting your sweat-damp shirt above your breasts so you can pull as your nipples. Your legs are in a frogleg diamond with your feet on their sides resting on Sara's back as she buries her face in your teenage cunt and licks your honey.

"Yes, don't stop," you cry as she begins fluttering her tongue tip against your clit. "Like that, sweetie, oh yes, lick me right there. Use your fingers too, ohhhhhhh!"

You thrust your pussy against her face as you cum. You can feel her fingers plunging in and out in your well-lubed pussy, being gripped by your contracting walls. Her tongue never stops dancing on your clit until you finally gasp and sag back in the chair. She sits up, face drenched, and you kiss. It is a long, deep kiss and it mixes well with your warm gooey feeling.

"My turn," you declare as she leans back.

Sara clucks her disapproval.

"Ah-ah! You need to finish your chores." She gets up. "Enjoy the lemonade and stop by when you're done, I'll have a muffin ready for you."

She sways off, leaving naughty thoughts in your head while you finish your lawn mowing. You head over to her house straight away when you're done and she answers the door in the same sort of Suzie Homemaker outfit. She starts to feign some act about how you have grass all over your legs and arms (you do) but you just push her into the house and cover her lips with yours. She pushes you away and says, "Tommy and his friend are here. Let's go downstairs."

In the laundry room you attack her. Getting her up against the washer and sliding your head under her big skirt. She's got some old fashioned panties on, but you figure them out and drag them down her thighs. You return her tongue job with all the enthusiasm she showed in the yard, not relenting until her thighs are shaking. You strip naked and trib on the floor of the laundry room, grinding your clits together until you both cum. When you've both cum a few times Sara insists you sit your sweaty ass on her face so she can clean it. You squat over her, rubbing your clit while she leans up and licks the sweat from your ass. Of course this turns into her expert asslicking, but that just makes you cum all the faster.

When you're both satisfied you sneak home so she can fix dinner for her family. You shower and get dressed, sneak out together after midnight to see a late night movie. Some French film that bores you to tears, but that's okay because you spend most of the movie making out with Sara. The place is so deserted you end up fingering each other during the last twenty minutes. Some old fat lady shushes you when you start moaning in orgasm, so you just lock your lips together and communicate with your tongues and fingers.

It's a memorable day and night and you're sure glad you didn't take that creep Dan up on his offer.