Summer Job With His Cougar Neighbor.

This is a fantasy/fictional story about a 21 year-old who came home from college for a summer job. Turns out, one of his part-time jobs happened to be with his next-door neighbor- a recently divorced, busty cougar nurse. He then gets an extra incentive he only used to fantasize about growing up. And from then on, their relationship grew ever so strong.

NOTE: Not too long of a story, nor is it brief. But it starts a little slow at first, but it picks up when Vance goes next door over to Marcy’s house. Let me know what you think, then post below. Thank you..

June of 1993..

As a kid growing up, I always had a crush for my next-door neighbor.  I’m an athleticly built, 6′ 2″ tall fella who could nail any hot, young or older broad I’d ever wanted to.  My drop-dead gorgous, cougar neighbor who at the time was seventeen years older than I was, happened to be a registered nurse at a regional medical center in our southwestern suburbanite hometown near Cincinnati Ohio.  Her name was Marcy.  Marcy just went through a recent divorce after finding out her hubby who was not only cheating on her, but the mistress that he was banging also got pregnant by him as well.  Which begged the question: How do you cheat on a gorgous MILF of a wife anyway? 

Even after birthing two kids, Marcy kept her goddess-like figure after all those years.  Marcy was a tall, slender but very athletic kind of gal who always had an hour-glass toned body.  She had nice, wavy auburn hair that was shoulder length.  She was also nicely tanned and has a perfect round ass with a busty 36D-cup sized, firmed breasts.  Having said all of that, this is where the story gets rather interesting.

About a week or so after I came home from college where I’d just finished up my junior year, Marcy comes over and offers me a part-time summer job.

“Hey Vance,” she said.  Then I answered her calling, “Oh hey Marcy, what’s up?”

“Not a whole lot,” Marcy replied.  “I got a favor to ask you. Do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” I said.  Then I asked her, “What is it you want to discuss with me?”

“Well,” she said, “while my two kids are away for the summer and my ex-husband is now out of the picture, I was wondering if you’ll keep the lawn up every week.  Could you do that?”

“Sure, I’ll do that,” I voluntary replied.  “I could do it on days that I’m not working,  weather permitting of course though.”

“Thanks, studly neighbor, ” she said with a flirting wink.  “Why don’t you come over later and we’ll discuss it over a few drinks, alright?”

“No problem,” I said.  “I’ll walk over after dinner, sound good?”  Then she replied, “Perfect!”  So during supper early that early summer evening, me and my widowed mother had a brief duscussion.

“Did Marcy offer you a part-time job keeping up her yard for the summer?” my mom asked me.

“Yes, she did mom,” I answered.  Then I continued, “She wants me to go over there later after supper so we can discuss payment and incentives for me.”

“Cool!” my mom said like she has no objection to the idea.  Then she added, “I’m going to see a movie tonight with your aunt Susie and your cousin Melinda, so you got the house to yourself.

“That’ll be cool,” I said.  “You ladies haven’t done anything in a while.  Have fun!!”

“Thanks dear,” my mom said.  Then she added, “By the way, you better be on your best behavior while your over at Marcy’s.  I know you still have a huge crush on her, especially now that she’s single again.”

“I’ll do my best mom,” I said.  “But you never know, maybe she’ll make a pass at me.”

“I’m not saying she won’t give it to you, she likes you a lot,” my mom said.  “All I’m saying is be yourself, and be a man about it.”  And with that, we both finished up dinner then cleaned up.  It’s clear that my mother knew I had a raging hard-on for our next-door neighbor Marcy.

Later that evening as soon as my mother, Sara left to meet up with aunt Susie and cousin Melinda, I hurried up and walked over next door to Marcy’s house.  No sooner did I’d rang the doorball, out came Marcy in her skimpy, neon-green bikini.  If you thought I had a bulging hard-on before, my big, thick ten-inch cock was throbbing even harder now.  Then Marcy said, “Please come in Vance.”

Marcy led me through the living room, through the kitchen, and out through the back sliding door onto the patio where she’d been for the last hour or so relaxing in her heated pool.  She also had on the patio table a list and some keys to her garage and the shed where she kept the lawnmower.  Then I asked her, “So what should we dicuss?”

“Well,” Marcy said, “Here’s a list and a layout on how I want the grass cut and the weeds whacked.”

“Okay,” I said, “so which keys belong to what here?”

“All four of these keys are colored for a reason,” she said.  “The red and the white ones are for both the shed and the garage, the green one is to start up the lawnmower and the orange key is for the house in case you need to go to the bathroom.  Any other questions?”

“Where do you keep the weed-whacker snd the gas cans for the mower in case I happen to run low?” I asked her.

“The weed-whacker is hanging up in the garage and the gas cans are in the shed along with the lawnmower.”

“Oh, okay.  That’s all I needed to know,” I said to her.  Then I asked her another question, “What about your pool?  Who’s gonna take care of that?”  Then she answered, “I have my older brother coming over every week to maintain it while I’m at work.  So I’m all set on that.  But I do appreciate you asking me though.”

And so she offered me a cold drink in which I greatly accepted, then we decided to chat a little more.