Mrs. Baker

The Oklahoma sun was intenet on burning us out, I was thinking, as I drove up into the garage to unload my yard equipment. Mowing lawns for extra money is not usually too bad unless the temperatures stay over a hundred degrees for several days. This was the case back in 1980.
I had just graduated college and was set to join the work force as a business teacher in Ardmore.
However, some of my old lawn accounts had called and were needing their yards done, so I relented to help them out for the remainder of the summer. I figured by the next two weeks the sun would burn most of the yards up, so I wasn’t going to have to do them many more times. Just as I had finished unloading, Mrs. Baker pulled up behind me and got out of the car. With a smile and not much more on her bikini clad body, she handed me my watch that I had left on her work table in her garage earlier that day. I thanked her for returning it and was just about to ask her in when she came up to me and kissed me on my cheek. her hands sliding down and fondling the front of my jeans. “I think you and I should go take a shower,” she said. I was alittle taken back, then caught myself thinking about how she would be in bed. She was in her mid forties, married with two boys about 8 and 10 years younger than me, and a husband who was known to be a rounder.

She followed me inside and went to the bathroom and said, “I’ll get the shower ready.” By the time I made it in the bathroom, she was totally nude, her tits, slightly sagging, but rather goodlooking.