THE VIRTUES OF INFIDELITY
Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com
It all began, Kathy would later recall with a camellia bush. When she and Paul bought the little house at the end of the cul-de-sac the backyard landscaping had not been one of the selling points. The previous owners had bought the place new and had done nothing but lay sod from the patio to the fence. A blank slate maybe but one that called for a lot of work, Paul was not into gardening and he worked too much to be helpful.
Saturday morning two weeks after they moved in with the unpacking finally finished Kathy set out to resculpt their yard. She began by digging up the grass around the edge of the lawn, clearing the area for her border garden took most of the morning, the ground was thick with clay and she was soon sweating through the old T-shirt she wore. After taking a break for lunch she went to the nursery wanting to get plants, and bushes for her new garden. She selected a mixture of hibiscus and camellia because her mother had them in her yard when she was a girl and Kathy always loved the fluffy white flowers they produced. She picked out a combination of begonias, daylilies, and Lily of the Nile for the bed along the back with the idea that she would add more eventually.
When she got home her Ford Explorer was now stuffed with vegetation and she discovered that the bushes were heavier than she had anticipated. She had bought fully-grown five-gallon plants because she hadn't wanted to wait for them to grow. The attendant at the nursery had loaded her truck for her but now she was stuck with no way to get them out. She unloaded the flowers and then struggled with the first bush. She got it out of the car, but could not lift it from the driveway and began dragging it around the back, which made her realize that she was probably going to be exhausted before she got all ten plants in place.
While she was struggling with the second bush she heard a voice behind her, "Um, do you need some help?"
Kathy turned to see a boy sixteen or seventeen with dark hair and a few pimples marring his face standing nervously behind her. He stood close to six feet tall and was fairly cute. He wore a black T-shirt with "NWO 4 Life" on it (Kathy wondered what on earth that meant?) over a faded pair of jeans.
"I think I could, I'm trying to get all these bushes into my backyard."
He reached into the back of the truck and lifted one of the camellias out effortlessly. She watched his thick, well-defined biceps flexing and blushed at the sudden flash of heat she felt between her legs, "Where should I put it?"
"Around back, I'll show you," she found her gaze drifting to the dimpled muscles of his butt before she forced herself to look away. He stopped in the middle of the yard to wait for her, "Along the sides where I have that other one."
He muscled her bush into position and went for another. While he carried them back and forth, she went through the sliding glass door into the kitchen to get him a bottled water or two and in a few minutes the young boy had all the bushes arranged. She handed him the water, "Thanks," he took a long swig and wiped his forehead.
"No, thank you this would have taken me all afternoon."
He shrugged, staring down at the ground, "It's no problem."
"What's your name?"
"Casey."
"I'm Kathy Charles, nice to meet you. We just moved in where do you live?"
"Down the street."
"Okay, I guess we'll see each other now and then," Kathy scolded herself thinking 'What a stupid thing to say!'
Casey looked up at her, she saw his gaze pause briefly at her breasts bringing a chill over her body as she felt her nipples erect.
"Um, if you don't have anyone to mow your lawn, I do a few people around the neighborhood."
"Well, we don't, I like gardening but I'm not much on lawn mowing and my husband hates it, what do you charge?"
"Fifteen dollars, that's for mowing, edging, and sweeping."
"Sounds good to me, can you squeeze me in today this place could use it."
He fidgeted for a second, managing a nervous smile, "Sure."
"Great, go ahead whenever you can, I'm going to plant my bushes."
"Okay, Thanks."
Kathy went to work on her holes and by the time she had finished digging the five holes along the left side, she could hear a lawnmower. Peeking over the fence she saw Casey beginning to mow their lawn. She watched as he pushed the mower back and forth bringing on a familiar tug at her innards. Sighing to herself she turned back to the camellias, when she had about half of them planted Casey appeared with his mower, "Go ahead and do the grass, I'll take a break," she said.
"Okay."
As he started up the mower Kathy went inside. While washing her hands, she found herself watching the boy in the backyard... 'If he is sixteen, that would make him half my age, nothing wrong with watching,' she thought but in truth, she knew she wanted more. Ever since Paul had taken this job in Newport Beach his attention had dropped off precipitously, if she got it twice a month she was doing well. She knew she wasn't being fair to him they couldn't have afforded this house or the baby they were trying to have without that job but her energies were going unattended nonetheless and she had been using up batteries for her vibrator at an alarming rate lately.
Casey finished with the yard in a few minutes and returned a few minutes later with his edger. While he worked around the patio Kathy went back to work on the bushes, trying not to watch him. A few minutes later he went back out front to finish up and as she got the last bush in place he returned, "All done?"
"Yeah," she went inside and dug the money out of her purse. When she handed the money to him she caught his eyes darting to her breasts, then away. Smiling at the knowledge that he was interested also she said, "There you go, and thanks for taking the job last minute."
"You're welcome."
She watched him leave, daring a final glance at his behind.
II.
"Who mowed the lawn today?"
Kathy glanced across the bed at her husband fighting the ridiculous sensation of guilt that welled up inside her, "A boy down the street, came over and offered to do it."
Paul's forehead creased, "Not for free?"
"Fifteen dollars."
"That's too much, we can get some illegal alien landscaping service to do it for forty a month."
"I don't trust those guys, I'd rather have someone I know."
"You hardly know this kid."
"He seemed nice enough and the difference is only twenty a month."
Paul went back to the stack of printouts in his lap, "Okay, Whatever."
A few minutes later, she set her book aside and tried to cuddle with him, he let her initially until she reached under the covers for his penis, "Honey, I'm sorry, I have to get this done for tomorrow."
She sighed, "It's okay," and rolled over to try to get to sleep.
The next morning, Sunday, after Paul had gone to work Kathy went out to finish her gardening. The heavy work was done but she needed to do some weeding and clean up from the day before. When she finished about an hour later now in the garage storing her tools she took a look up the street and then down secretly hoping to see Casey whom she had been thinking about all morning, she thought she heard a lawnmower somewhere nearby but he was nowhere to be seen so she went back inside to take a shower, a long shower, standing under the spray wondering why she was obsessing about some kid, 'So he's cute, so he was the sort of boy who wouldn't have bothered with her when she was sixteen, she is a married woman and chasing teenage boys was simply pathetic.' None of these thoughts stopped her from beginning to masturbate, however. She caressed herself slowly, wondering what Casey's cock looked like as her nipples began to throb she took the showerhead off its bracket and held it between her legs, letting the pulsating streams of water heat her. She imagined Casey on his knees before her, hands pressed against her buttocks as he licked her. A few minutes of this was enough to send her over the edge. She struggled to hold the shower wand in place as the spasms of her climax forced another orgasm causing her to cry out at the intensity of it as she held the mental image of Casey's face buried between her legs. The second peak came moments later, a long agonizing shudder rolling through her. When it was finally over, she let go of the nozzle and sagged against the shower wall, 'not good girl,' she thought to herself, 'This is not good.'
Casey pushed his mower into its final turn trying to keep his mind on what he was doing but his dick was painfully erect and the vibrations of the lawnmower weren't helping matters. The last thing he needed to do was cut off a toe because he couldn't stop thinking about Kathy Charles. He had finally gotten up the nerve to approach her yesterday but had been watching her since they had moved in a few weeks ago. He had been under her spell since first seeing her dressed in tight denim shorts and a T-shirt, her little ass showcased in the shorts. She wasn't tall but her legs seemed long nonetheless and her breasts, God, he had never seen more perfect breasts than Kathy Charles had on her. He was certain she had seen him drooling over them the day before and felt lucky that she hadn't slapped him. He could still see her standing in front of him, T-shirt wet with her perspiration, nipples sticking out. He lifted his hand from the mower for a second imagining that he was cupping one of those perfect breasts in his hand. He felt that she would be a perfect fit for him but he would never know her being married and older, he wondered if she was a natural blonde, he had tried to see if he could spot any roots while she was gardening yesterday but hadn't been able to get a close enough, her eyebrows weren't blonde but then they weren't exactly brown either, maybe she lightened her hair, he tried to imagine what her pussy looked like and wondered if she trim it like the models in the porn mags he kept stashed in his closet? The thought of Kathy Charles naked was too much and when his erection brushed against the lawnmower handle as he maneuvered it around a tree the vibrations of it made him squirt in his underwear. He grabbed himself involuntarily trying to stop it but it was impossible. Feeling the semen running down around his balls making a gooey mess in the sweat that had already collected there he glanced around to see if anyone was watching him, his face burning with the humiliation hoping no one had seen his crisis. He was alone on the street, thank God he was wearing jeans had he been wearing shorts his sperm would probably have run down his leg, when he finished the Carsons' yard he ran home to clean himself up before moving to the next house.
III.
When the week began Kathy was able to lose herself in her work for a few days. She worked for an interior decorating company a few miles from her house where she spent most of her time consulting with new homeowners who were trying to personalize one of the thousands of anonymous tract homes in south Orange County. Her thoughts would often go to Casey, wondering what he was doing, if he was on summer vacation, or were the local schools on some year-round schedule the way they were up in Los Angeles. Did he have a job or did he just mow lawns? Wednesday afternoon when she was on the phone with one of their suppliers about a shipment of drapery fabric she suddenly wondered, 'Does Casey have a girlfriend? As cute as he is he probably had girls chasing him mercilessly, he seems to be shy though in a cute and so deliciously nervously awkward way... why does that turn you on, girl,' she asked herself. Well, no mystery there. Paul might not be interested in her anymore, but Casey was. It might be nothing more than adolescent hormones and inexperience but there was at least one male in the world who still lusted after her. How would he react were she to proposition him? Three words were all it would take probably, 'Fuck me, Casey,' and let nature run its course. Her body tightened at the thought and a nervous shiver tanned through her body, she wasn't considering doing this, was she?
She slept in Saturday morning not wanting to think about Casey coming to mow their lawn. She had to get a grip on herself she wondered if Paul would be able to tell what she was thinking if he saw the two of them together. Maybe she should run some errands and let Paul handle the whole thing But the thought of not seeing Casey sent a stab through her gut. 'I haven't done anything wrong, she told herself, fantasies are harmless, I'm not going to cheat on Paul. I'll watch Casey a little to give myself something to think about in the shower, after all this is Paul's fault for ignoring me, Right?
In the kitchen she found Paul fully dressed, finishing a cup of coffee, and was instantly consumed by both guilt and excitement. She tried to keep her voice level, "Are you going to work?"
"Yeah honey, I'm sorry. We have to get the Bronson presentation finished by Tuesday morning if it is not ready shit will hit the fan, it is a fifty-million dollar deal."
She managed a shallow breath, "When will you be home?"
"I'll be back for dinner, I hope, I'll call if I can't."
"Okay,"
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left when he was gone she had to sit down to calm herself. Her hands were shaking and her stomach was tight, 'What the fuck am I doing?' she thought, 'What the fuck am I doing? She had never once considered being unfaithful to Paul until now... Well, maybe once or twice but never seriously. She wanted to get up and run as far away as possible. 'I won't do anything,' she thought, 'I'll pretend, I'll flirt with him a little maybe but I won't do anything, I won't and then when he is gone I can masturbate myself silly. I'll burn out the batteries in my vibrator if I have to, whatever it takes.
Casey had been thinking about this all week. Thursday and Friday had dragged like nothing else he normally did the Matthewsons' and Gabriels' lawns on Saturday morning, but he couldn't decide what to do now. He wanted to see Kathy Charles, but maybe he should save her for last. If he did her lawn first, then it would be over by ten, and he'd have to wait another week to see her plus if he went to her house right away he was sure she would be able to tell how nervous he was and she might get offended and the last thing he wanted was to make her mad at him, maybe doing the other lawns first would give him time to calm down.
Kathy wanted to shower, but she was afraid she might miss Casey, she debated for a few minutes before deciding to get it over with as quickly as possible. She didn't think he would be coming over first thing anyway. When she got into the shower she suddenly wanted to make this something special. She could pretend... pretend... that she was getting ready to make love to Casey when he came over, she could get ready for him and when he was gone she could make love to her vibrator pretending it was him.
She shaved her legs and trimmed her bikini line, she thought of shaving her pubic hair but that was going too far. It would be impossible to explain to Paul when he eventually saw it. She settled for trimming it back a bit with her manicure scissors after she exited the shower. She dried her hair and put on a tiny bit of make-up nothing more than would seem proper for a Saturday morning. She dabbed a few drops of perfume on her breasts then blushed at herself between her legs. When she was done she debated what to wear. Nothing she usually wore on Saturday was the least bit exciting but then why get dressed at all, she could wear a robe pretending she hadn't yet gotten ready for the day. She dug through her closet finding a short satin robe she would sometimes wear for Paul, it hadn't gotten much use lately and she missed it. What to wear under it, well, that was easy enough nothing at all it would be deliciously exciting to know she was nearly naked when Casey arrived knowing she could expose herself to him just by tugging the sash, she wasn't going to do it of course but it wouldn't seem too unusual to him for all he knows I sleep in the nude.
Casey had to force himself to go to the Gabriels' house when he was done with the first lawn he felt like he was getting a grip on his nervousness. He was getting sweaty and dirty too and the knowledge of how that would probably turn Kathy Charles off helped calm him down. He tried not to think of her not wanting to come in his pants again as he had done the week before. Eventually, he was done with the second lawn and set out for the Charleses' house pushed his mower down the street getting progressively more nervous as he went then he suddenly remembered that her husband might be home and a flash of fear went down his spine. He had to behave himself, the last thing he wanted was this guy punching him out for ogling his wife. Maybe Kathy wouldn't be there when he reached her house. He left the mower in the driveway and approached the door his hands shaking as he rang the bell.
With nothing to occupy her attention, Kathy had lain nervously on her bed waiting for Casey wondering how she had gotten to this point. Obsessing over some kid who probably didn't know one end of his penis from the other, who wouldn't know the first thing about making love, and who would probably flee in fright were she to proposition him? The sound of the doorbell startled her, almost launching her out of bed. She paused for a moment to catch her breath then descended slowly down the stairs. She made herself stop to peer through the peephole lest she appear like this in front of some deliveryman or charity solicitor but it was Casey and she was immediately flushed in anticipation.
The door opened, and Kathy Charles appeared for a split second Casey thought he was imagining it but he wasn't. She was wearing nothing but a short satin robe, 'Jesus Christ, did she have anything on under it?' He could see her nipples and the outlines of her breasts almost as if she were naked. He had to force his eyes up to her face.
"Hi, Casey."
"Um, hi, I'm going to do the lawn."
"Okay, I'll be inside."
He wanted to say something else but his tongue was paralyzed. He gave her an awkward smile and turned to go back to his lawnmower, heart pounding.
Kathy watched him walk down to the driveway and shut the door only when she could no longer stand there staring without attracting attention. She turned around and leaned against the door letting herself breathe, 'Good God, you are an idiot!' Casey's eyes had almost popped out of his skull when he saw her. Did he think she hadn't seen him staring at her breasts, at her nipples that were so hard they ached? She felt a squirt of moisture between her legs at the thought of it, she knew she could reach down and bring herself to climax within a few seconds if she wanted to.
She walked unsteadily back to the ****** room and sat down putting her face in her hands. Goddamn Paul for making her act like this, Goddamn him! How would he react if he knew about this? Would it be enough to get him to pay attention to her to make love to her without her having to wheedle and beg for it, God all she wanted was to have him look at her to lust after her the way Casey did.
Casey finished the front yard in a daze, why was she dressed like that, did it mean anything? It was only eleven-thirty, so maybe she had not gotten dressed yet, but she seemed to be cleaned up and showered... maybe he had caught her in the middle of dressing? She couldn't possibly have dressed that way for him. No, that was stupid, so stupid that he felt increasingly foolish for even thinking of it. She was a grown woman with a husband and no matter how much he liked to fantasize about her, he knew it was just that, a fantasy. Things like this might happen on TV, he had lost count of the times he had beaten off thinking of that plot line on "Dawson's Creek" last year but that did not happen in real life. He had gotten himself depressed enough about the futility of his lust for Kathy Charles that he didn't bother looking for her when he commenced working on the backyard. He tried to think of Kaitlyn that cute blonde in his geometry class he had been thinking of asking out, she seemed to like him and he certainly had a better chance with her than with some older woman.
Kathy watched Casey from the bedroom window trying to decide what to do. Three times she had started to get dressed, to get out of that ridiculous satin robe but stopped herself. She knew she could not go down there again dressed like this without making it obvious that something was going on but she could not let go of her fantasy. Casey eventually decided that by finishing the lawn, she was out of time to change clothes. She went downstairs to pay him praying that she was not going to look like an idiot. She found him in the backyard bagging up the grass clippings. He glanced at her, she could see the excitement and confusion in his face at her outfit, his eyes dancing over her body and the lust that brimmed up inside him was more than evident.
"All done?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you come inside and I can pay you," 'No, no!' Kathy thought to herself, why had she said that? The last thing she needed was him inside her house. She watched him battling his nervousness for a moment then she turned and went back inside. He followed her, she could smell him. God, that smell turned her on! She was so wet now she was worried about it showing through the robe.
Casey followed her into the house unable to form a coherent thought. Was something about to happen, no, impossible. He had to control himself lest he do something monumentally stupid. He watched her fumbling with her purse, it seemed as if her hands were shaking. Then he saw it, there was a dark spot, a wet spot, on the back of her robe just below her buttocks, about the size of a quarter, was it a stain, sweat, or water from the shower? He had been here now for at least half an hour she couldn't still be damp from bathing, the thought of what it might be made his legs weak.
Kathy finally found the money and turned back to him, he was staring at her as if he didn't know her, a blank, terrified look on his face. 'Oh shit,' she thought. I've done it, somehow I've let this idea of mine slip, somehow he knows?! She held out the money, "Here you are."
"Thanks, " he took it and for a moment she thought he might grab her, take her right there on the floor, she would have let him. She almost opened her robe, saying those magic words she had fantasized about, "Fuck me, Casey, fuck me," then his gaze dropped to the floor.
"Um, bye, I'll see you next week."
She exhaled slowly, "Bye, thanks, Casey."
He left.
Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com
It all began, Kathy would later recall with a camellia bush. When she and Paul bought the little house at the end of the cul-de-sac the backyard landscaping had not been one of the selling points. The previous owners had bought the place new and had done nothing but lay sod from the patio to the fence. A blank slate maybe but one that called for a lot of work, Paul was not into gardening and he worked too much to be helpful.
Saturday morning two weeks after they moved in with the unpacking finally finished Kathy set out to resculpt their yard. She began by digging up the grass around the edge of the lawn, clearing the area for her border garden took most of the morning, the ground was thick with clay and she was soon sweating through the old T-shirt she wore. After taking a break for lunch she went to the nursery wanting to get plants, and bushes for her new garden. She selected a mixture of hibiscus and camellia because her mother had them in her yard when she was a girl and Kathy always loved the fluffy white flowers they produced. She picked out a combination of begonias, daylilies, and Lily of the Nile for the bed along the back with the idea that she would add more eventually.
When she got home her Ford Explorer was now stuffed with vegetation and she discovered that the bushes were heavier than she had anticipated. She had bought fully-grown five-gallon plants because she hadn't wanted to wait for them to grow. The attendant at the nursery had loaded her truck for her but now she was stuck with no way to get them out. She unloaded the flowers and then struggled with the first bush. She got it out of the car, but could not lift it from the driveway and began dragging it around the back, which made her realize that she was probably going to be exhausted before she got all ten plants in place.
While she was struggling with the second bush she heard a voice behind her, "Um, do you need some help?"
Kathy turned to see a boy sixteen or seventeen with dark hair and a few pimples marring his face standing nervously behind her. He stood close to six feet tall and was fairly cute. He wore a black T-shirt with "NWO 4 Life" on it (Kathy wondered what on earth that meant?) over a faded pair of jeans.
"I think I could, I'm trying to get all these bushes into my backyard."
He reached into the back of the truck and lifted one of the camellias out effortlessly. She watched his thick, well-defined biceps flexing and blushed at the sudden flash of heat she felt between her legs, "Where should I put it?"
"Around back, I'll show you," she found her gaze drifting to the dimpled muscles of his butt before she forced herself to look away. He stopped in the middle of the yard to wait for her, "Along the sides where I have that other one."
He muscled her bush into position and went for another. While he carried them back and forth, she went through the sliding glass door into the kitchen to get him a bottled water or two and in a few minutes the young boy had all the bushes arranged. She handed him the water, "Thanks," he took a long swig and wiped his forehead.
"No, thank you this would have taken me all afternoon."
He shrugged, staring down at the ground, "It's no problem."
"What's your name?"
"Casey."
"I'm Kathy Charles, nice to meet you. We just moved in where do you live?"
"Down the street."
"Okay, I guess we'll see each other now and then," Kathy scolded herself thinking 'What a stupid thing to say!'
Casey looked up at her, she saw his gaze pause briefly at her breasts bringing a chill over her body as she felt her nipples erect.
"Um, if you don't have anyone to mow your lawn, I do a few people around the neighborhood."
"Well, we don't, I like gardening but I'm not much on lawn mowing and my husband hates it, what do you charge?"
"Fifteen dollars, that's for mowing, edging, and sweeping."
"Sounds good to me, can you squeeze me in today this place could use it."
He fidgeted for a second, managing a nervous smile, "Sure."
"Great, go ahead whenever you can, I'm going to plant my bushes."
"Okay, Thanks."
Kathy went to work on her holes and by the time she had finished digging the five holes along the left side, she could hear a lawnmower. Peeking over the fence she saw Casey beginning to mow their lawn. She watched as he pushed the mower back and forth bringing on a familiar tug at her innards. Sighing to herself she turned back to the camellias, when she had about half of them planted Casey appeared with his mower, "Go ahead and do the grass, I'll take a break," she said.
"Okay."
As he started up the mower Kathy went inside. While washing her hands, she found herself watching the boy in the backyard... 'If he is sixteen, that would make him half my age, nothing wrong with watching,' she thought but in truth, she knew she wanted more. Ever since Paul had taken this job in Newport Beach his attention had dropped off precipitously, if she got it twice a month she was doing well. She knew she wasn't being fair to him they couldn't have afforded this house or the baby they were trying to have without that job but her energies were going unattended nonetheless and she had been using up batteries for her vibrator at an alarming rate lately.
Casey finished with the yard in a few minutes and returned a few minutes later with his edger. While he worked around the patio Kathy went back to work on the bushes, trying not to watch him. A few minutes later he went back out front to finish up and as she got the last bush in place he returned, "All done?"
"Yeah," she went inside and dug the money out of her purse. When she handed the money to him she caught his eyes darting to her breasts, then away. Smiling at the knowledge that he was interested also she said, "There you go, and thanks for taking the job last minute."
"You're welcome."
She watched him leave, daring a final glance at his behind.
II.
"Who mowed the lawn today?"
Kathy glanced across the bed at her husband fighting the ridiculous sensation of guilt that welled up inside her, "A boy down the street, came over and offered to do it."
Paul's forehead creased, "Not for free?"
"Fifteen dollars."
"That's too much, we can get some illegal alien landscaping service to do it for forty a month."
"I don't trust those guys, I'd rather have someone I know."
"You hardly know this kid."
"He seemed nice enough and the difference is only twenty a month."
Paul went back to the stack of printouts in his lap, "Okay, Whatever."
A few minutes later, she set her book aside and tried to cuddle with him, he let her initially until she reached under the covers for his penis, "Honey, I'm sorry, I have to get this done for tomorrow."
She sighed, "It's okay," and rolled over to try to get to sleep.
The next morning, Sunday, after Paul had gone to work Kathy went out to finish her gardening. The heavy work was done but she needed to do some weeding and clean up from the day before. When she finished about an hour later now in the garage storing her tools she took a look up the street and then down secretly hoping to see Casey whom she had been thinking about all morning, she thought she heard a lawnmower somewhere nearby but he was nowhere to be seen so she went back inside to take a shower, a long shower, standing under the spray wondering why she was obsessing about some kid, 'So he's cute, so he was the sort of boy who wouldn't have bothered with her when she was sixteen, she is a married woman and chasing teenage boys was simply pathetic.' None of these thoughts stopped her from beginning to masturbate, however. She caressed herself slowly, wondering what Casey's cock looked like as her nipples began to throb she took the showerhead off its bracket and held it between her legs, letting the pulsating streams of water heat her. She imagined Casey on his knees before her, hands pressed against her buttocks as he licked her. A few minutes of this was enough to send her over the edge. She struggled to hold the shower wand in place as the spasms of her climax forced another orgasm causing her to cry out at the intensity of it as she held the mental image of Casey's face buried between her legs. The second peak came moments later, a long agonizing shudder rolling through her. When it was finally over, she let go of the nozzle and sagged against the shower wall, 'not good girl,' she thought to herself, 'This is not good.'
Casey pushed his mower into its final turn trying to keep his mind on what he was doing but his dick was painfully erect and the vibrations of the lawnmower weren't helping matters. The last thing he needed to do was cut off a toe because he couldn't stop thinking about Kathy Charles. He had finally gotten up the nerve to approach her yesterday but had been watching her since they had moved in a few weeks ago. He had been under her spell since first seeing her dressed in tight denim shorts and a T-shirt, her little ass showcased in the shorts. She wasn't tall but her legs seemed long nonetheless and her breasts, God, he had never seen more perfect breasts than Kathy Charles had on her. He was certain she had seen him drooling over them the day before and felt lucky that she hadn't slapped him. He could still see her standing in front of him, T-shirt wet with her perspiration, nipples sticking out. He lifted his hand from the mower for a second imagining that he was cupping one of those perfect breasts in his hand. He felt that she would be a perfect fit for him but he would never know her being married and older, he wondered if she was a natural blonde, he had tried to see if he could spot any roots while she was gardening yesterday but hadn't been able to get a close enough, her eyebrows weren't blonde but then they weren't exactly brown either, maybe she lightened her hair, he tried to imagine what her pussy looked like and wondered if she trim it like the models in the porn mags he kept stashed in his closet? The thought of Kathy Charles naked was too much and when his erection brushed against the lawnmower handle as he maneuvered it around a tree the vibrations of it made him squirt in his underwear. He grabbed himself involuntarily trying to stop it but it was impossible. Feeling the semen running down around his balls making a gooey mess in the sweat that had already collected there he glanced around to see if anyone was watching him, his face burning with the humiliation hoping no one had seen his crisis. He was alone on the street, thank God he was wearing jeans had he been wearing shorts his sperm would probably have run down his leg, when he finished the Carsons' yard he ran home to clean himself up before moving to the next house.
III.
When the week began Kathy was able to lose herself in her work for a few days. She worked for an interior decorating company a few miles from her house where she spent most of her time consulting with new homeowners who were trying to personalize one of the thousands of anonymous tract homes in south Orange County. Her thoughts would often go to Casey, wondering what he was doing, if he was on summer vacation, or were the local schools on some year-round schedule the way they were up in Los Angeles. Did he have a job or did he just mow lawns? Wednesday afternoon when she was on the phone with one of their suppliers about a shipment of drapery fabric she suddenly wondered, 'Does Casey have a girlfriend? As cute as he is he probably had girls chasing him mercilessly, he seems to be shy though in a cute and so deliciously nervously awkward way... why does that turn you on, girl,' she asked herself. Well, no mystery there. Paul might not be interested in her anymore, but Casey was. It might be nothing more than adolescent hormones and inexperience but there was at least one male in the world who still lusted after her. How would he react were she to proposition him? Three words were all it would take probably, 'Fuck me, Casey,' and let nature run its course. Her body tightened at the thought and a nervous shiver tanned through her body, she wasn't considering doing this, was she?
She slept in Saturday morning not wanting to think about Casey coming to mow their lawn. She had to get a grip on herself she wondered if Paul would be able to tell what she was thinking if he saw the two of them together. Maybe she should run some errands and let Paul handle the whole thing But the thought of not seeing Casey sent a stab through her gut. 'I haven't done anything wrong, she told herself, fantasies are harmless, I'm not going to cheat on Paul. I'll watch Casey a little to give myself something to think about in the shower, after all this is Paul's fault for ignoring me, Right?
In the kitchen she found Paul fully dressed, finishing a cup of coffee, and was instantly consumed by both guilt and excitement. She tried to keep her voice level, "Are you going to work?"
"Yeah honey, I'm sorry. We have to get the Bronson presentation finished by Tuesday morning if it is not ready shit will hit the fan, it is a fifty-million dollar deal."
She managed a shallow breath, "When will you be home?"
"I'll be back for dinner, I hope, I'll call if I can't."
"Okay,"
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left when he was gone she had to sit down to calm herself. Her hands were shaking and her stomach was tight, 'What the fuck am I doing?' she thought, 'What the fuck am I doing? She had never once considered being unfaithful to Paul until now... Well, maybe once or twice but never seriously. She wanted to get up and run as far away as possible. 'I won't do anything,' she thought, 'I'll pretend, I'll flirt with him a little maybe but I won't do anything, I won't and then when he is gone I can masturbate myself silly. I'll burn out the batteries in my vibrator if I have to, whatever it takes.
Casey had been thinking about this all week. Thursday and Friday had dragged like nothing else he normally did the Matthewsons' and Gabriels' lawns on Saturday morning, but he couldn't decide what to do now. He wanted to see Kathy Charles, but maybe he should save her for last. If he did her lawn first, then it would be over by ten, and he'd have to wait another week to see her plus if he went to her house right away he was sure she would be able to tell how nervous he was and she might get offended and the last thing he wanted was to make her mad at him, maybe doing the other lawns first would give him time to calm down.
Kathy wanted to shower, but she was afraid she might miss Casey, she debated for a few minutes before deciding to get it over with as quickly as possible. She didn't think he would be coming over first thing anyway. When she got into the shower she suddenly wanted to make this something special. She could pretend... pretend... that she was getting ready to make love to Casey when he came over, she could get ready for him and when he was gone she could make love to her vibrator pretending it was him.
She shaved her legs and trimmed her bikini line, she thought of shaving her pubic hair but that was going too far. It would be impossible to explain to Paul when he eventually saw it. She settled for trimming it back a bit with her manicure scissors after she exited the shower. She dried her hair and put on a tiny bit of make-up nothing more than would seem proper for a Saturday morning. She dabbed a few drops of perfume on her breasts then blushed at herself between her legs. When she was done she debated what to wear. Nothing she usually wore on Saturday was the least bit exciting but then why get dressed at all, she could wear a robe pretending she hadn't yet gotten ready for the day. She dug through her closet finding a short satin robe she would sometimes wear for Paul, it hadn't gotten much use lately and she missed it. What to wear under it, well, that was easy enough nothing at all it would be deliciously exciting to know she was nearly naked when Casey arrived knowing she could expose herself to him just by tugging the sash, she wasn't going to do it of course but it wouldn't seem too unusual to him for all he knows I sleep in the nude.
Casey had to force himself to go to the Gabriels' house when he was done with the first lawn he felt like he was getting a grip on his nervousness. He was getting sweaty and dirty too and the knowledge of how that would probably turn Kathy Charles off helped calm him down. He tried not to think of her not wanting to come in his pants again as he had done the week before. Eventually, he was done with the second lawn and set out for the Charleses' house pushed his mower down the street getting progressively more nervous as he went then he suddenly remembered that her husband might be home and a flash of fear went down his spine. He had to behave himself, the last thing he wanted was this guy punching him out for ogling his wife. Maybe Kathy wouldn't be there when he reached her house. He left the mower in the driveway and approached the door his hands shaking as he rang the bell.
With nothing to occupy her attention, Kathy had lain nervously on her bed waiting for Casey wondering how she had gotten to this point. Obsessing over some kid who probably didn't know one end of his penis from the other, who wouldn't know the first thing about making love, and who would probably flee in fright were she to proposition him? The sound of the doorbell startled her, almost launching her out of bed. She paused for a moment to catch her breath then descended slowly down the stairs. She made herself stop to peer through the peephole lest she appear like this in front of some deliveryman or charity solicitor but it was Casey and she was immediately flushed in anticipation.
The door opened, and Kathy Charles appeared for a split second Casey thought he was imagining it but he wasn't. She was wearing nothing but a short satin robe, 'Jesus Christ, did she have anything on under it?' He could see her nipples and the outlines of her breasts almost as if she were naked. He had to force his eyes up to her face.
"Hi, Casey."
"Um, hi, I'm going to do the lawn."
"Okay, I'll be inside."
He wanted to say something else but his tongue was paralyzed. He gave her an awkward smile and turned to go back to his lawnmower, heart pounding.
Kathy watched him walk down to the driveway and shut the door only when she could no longer stand there staring without attracting attention. She turned around and leaned against the door letting herself breathe, 'Good God, you are an idiot!' Casey's eyes had almost popped out of his skull when he saw her. Did he think she hadn't seen him staring at her breasts, at her nipples that were so hard they ached? She felt a squirt of moisture between her legs at the thought of it, she knew she could reach down and bring herself to climax within a few seconds if she wanted to.
She walked unsteadily back to the ****** room and sat down putting her face in her hands. Goddamn Paul for making her act like this, Goddamn him! How would he react if he knew about this? Would it be enough to get him to pay attention to her to make love to her without her having to wheedle and beg for it, God all she wanted was to have him look at her to lust after her the way Casey did.
Casey finished the front yard in a daze, why was she dressed like that, did it mean anything? It was only eleven-thirty, so maybe she had not gotten dressed yet, but she seemed to be cleaned up and showered... maybe he had caught her in the middle of dressing? She couldn't possibly have dressed that way for him. No, that was stupid, so stupid that he felt increasingly foolish for even thinking of it. She was a grown woman with a husband and no matter how much he liked to fantasize about her, he knew it was just that, a fantasy. Things like this might happen on TV, he had lost count of the times he had beaten off thinking of that plot line on "Dawson's Creek" last year but that did not happen in real life. He had gotten himself depressed enough about the futility of his lust for Kathy Charles that he didn't bother looking for her when he commenced working on the backyard. He tried to think of Kaitlyn that cute blonde in his geometry class he had been thinking of asking out, she seemed to like him and he certainly had a better chance with her than with some older woman.
Kathy watched Casey from the bedroom window trying to decide what to do. Three times she had started to get dressed, to get out of that ridiculous satin robe but stopped herself. She knew she could not go down there again dressed like this without making it obvious that something was going on but she could not let go of her fantasy. Casey eventually decided that by finishing the lawn, she was out of time to change clothes. She went downstairs to pay him praying that she was not going to look like an idiot. She found him in the backyard bagging up the grass clippings. He glanced at her, she could see the excitement and confusion in his face at her outfit, his eyes dancing over her body and the lust that brimmed up inside him was more than evident.
"All done?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you come inside and I can pay you," 'No, no!' Kathy thought to herself, why had she said that? The last thing she needed was him inside her house. She watched him battling his nervousness for a moment then she turned and went back inside. He followed her, she could smell him. God, that smell turned her on! She was so wet now she was worried about it showing through the robe.
Casey followed her into the house unable to form a coherent thought. Was something about to happen, no, impossible. He had to control himself lest he do something monumentally stupid. He watched her fumbling with her purse, it seemed as if her hands were shaking. Then he saw it, there was a dark spot, a wet spot, on the back of her robe just below her buttocks, about the size of a quarter, was it a stain, sweat, or water from the shower? He had been here now for at least half an hour she couldn't still be damp from bathing, the thought of what it might be made his legs weak.
Kathy finally found the money and turned back to him, he was staring at her as if he didn't know her, a blank, terrified look on his face. 'Oh shit,' she thought. I've done it, somehow I've let this idea of mine slip, somehow he knows?! She held out the money, "Here you are."
"Thanks, " he took it and for a moment she thought he might grab her, take her right there on the floor, she would have let him. She almost opened her robe, saying those magic words she had fantasized about, "Fuck me, Casey, fuck me," then his gaze dropped to the floor.
"Um, bye, I'll see you next week."
She exhaled slowly, "Bye, thanks, Casey."
He left.
- Next: Chapter 02
