Doing summer work around the neighborhood

It was the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. My parents told me that if I worked hard they would match what I earned so that I could buy my first car. I checked on several summer jobs and finally decided that I could make the most money by doing yard work in our part of town. I went door to door and lined up several yards that I could mow and do other work on, on a weekly basis. I would still have some time to do fun things.

My name is Rick. I just turned seventeen. I’m 5’10” and weigh 155 pounds. I’m on the school track team so I stay in good shape. I have fairly long curly blond hair. My grades are good enough that I stay on the team but will never make the honor roll. I get along OK with my parents. We live in an upper middle class neighborhood on the edge of the city.

It was a hot Thursday afternoon and I was mowing the back yard and trimming the bushes for Ms. Donaldson who rented a house about a block from my house. I had removed my shirt because the temp was in the low nineties and it was humid. A couple times I saw her look out the back window to see how I was doing and she smiled and waved when I saw her. When I finished, I put my shirt back on and went to the back door and knocked. I wanted to let her know that I was done and get my pay.

She called out for me to come in. When I did, she was standing there with two glasses of what looked like lemonade. She was wearing a skirt that ended about six inches above her knees and a tight blouse that had a lot of cleavage showing and she was barefoot. She handed me one of the lemonades and told me to sit down and enjoy the air conditioning for a few minutes. We went into the living room. She sat in the chair and I sat on the couch. After a few minutes of small talk, I said that I should get to my next job and asked if she could pay me.

She left the room and came back with a ten dollar bill to pay me. I stood up and reached out to get it. She stepped close in front of me and in a sexy voice told me how much she had enjoyed watching me work in the back yard and told me that I looked good with my shirt off. She said that she had decided that she wanted to give me an extra little something for doing such a good job. Then she reached out and cupped my crotch with her hand. I froze. I guess you could say that I was like a deer in headlights.

Ms. Donaldson was an older woman, probably in her mid-thirties but she was still very attractive. She was about 5’5” and had large breasts that I had always enjoyed looking at because they bounced when she walked. She dropped to her knees in front of me, reached out and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, “Have you ever had a blowjob, Ricky?” I stammered but managed to say, “No Ms.