“The Housewife and the Heat Wave”
During his summer vacation Kevin, a college sophomore, works mowing lawns to pay for college. Lana, a bored housewife, becomes the object of his lusts. Swept up in the high temperatures of a lazy summer afternoon, Kevin works hard to avoid temptation.
Here’s an erotic excerpt:
Then he came to Lana and Dutch’s house. With the sun still up, he came upon Lana sunbathing in the backyard. Those not immediately drawn to her sweaty cleavage, bared in a revealing string bikini, would have noticed the high grass. She sat on a chaise lounge with daisy dukes that seemed downright illegal, mirrored sunglasses, and a beach towel beneath her perfect sculpted form. Like some Vallejo barbarian queen made flesh. Any lingering infatuations with Sandra Bullock instantly evaporated.
“Uh, hello Mrs. Heller,” Kevin said. He prayed he didn’t have an erection.
“Oh, hi Kevin, I didn’t hear you arrive,” she said with her usual smile. “Want some lemonade?”
“Yeah, sure, that would be great.”
Look at her face, just look at her face, not at her tits, oh god those huge tits, god I just want to suck—
“Some heat, eh?” she said. “Be back out.”
She bent over and moved the chaise lounge over to the patio. Now Kevin knew he had an erection. Thankfully the garage door opened and he rushed inside to take out the lawn mower. He wanted to find a place to readjust his pants. Or ideally to shoot his load so he wouldn’t make an ass of himself in front of Lana.
“Here you go,” she said as she handed him the tall glass of lemonade. “Don’t kill yourself out here. Have you heard those news reports of those people killed by heat stroke?”
“Yeah, totally, I mean, yeah I did,” Kevin said.
Smooth, genius, he thought to himself. You sound like a loser asshat.
He tried not to drink too fast. Didn’t want the headache.
Just look at her face just look at her face just look at—
“Take your time. No prize for first place on days like these.”
Mowing the lawn presented a challenge. It took a heroic effort to manhandle the lawnmower over the thick grass. Not only did it become unbearably hot in the last couple weeks, but the heat only abated during the sudden downpours. But the moisture quickly evaporated to linger in the air, turning life into a thick humidity blanket people muscled through. That end result made the grass thick and wet. Several time he crouched down to clean out the bottom of the mower, clawing at thick wads of green grass so bright it seemed cartoonish.
Lana continued to sunbathe, soaking up every last ray as the sun made its slow descent across the suburban rooftops. As Kevin fussed with the choked up lawnmower he tried not to gawk, but at the heat kept beating down on his neck and face, it became impossible to resist the subtle charms of her bared flesh.
No Dutch and no kids, he thought. That’s strange.
His parents had fled the heat and humidity for a week up north at the family cabin. Kevin rejected offers to join them, but mainly because small size of the cabin would exacerbate the tension he felt. The one or two days by himself became a physical godsend. Jerking off became less a chance to bury himself in his carnal fantasies than a desperate race to ejaculate before getting caught in the act. He had enough lectures these days. Maturity and having a sense of urgency and re-purposed business-speak hammered into parental platitudes only to get even more heaped on him because he needed to jack off every once in a while. He had urges. Christ!
“Everything OK?” Lana asked.
“Sure, everything’s fine,” Kevin replied.
Heat made time murky and fluid.
He didn’t realize how long he had stood there. The mower came back on and he returned to his task.
He didn’t know how long it took, but he did it. The lawn was done, trimmed down to an even height, like Dutch’s buzz cut. Or a half-decent putting green on a public course.
Kevin put the lawnmower away and then attended to weeding and edging for a few minutes. By the time he finished, he realized sweat soaked his shirt and pants.
“How about another lemonade?” Lana asked.
“Thanks, Mrs. Heller,” he said wiping the sweat and grit off his brow.
“You can call me Lana. Come on inside and sit down. Get out of that beastly heat.”
Kevin followed.
She poured him another tall glass of lemonade and threw on a white button down shirt over her bikini that had draped a nearby chair.
“Sit down,” she said. “Tell me about your college plans.”
“Nothing definite yet. Still looking at all the classes.”
“You’re going to State, right?”
“Yep, up at the capital. My dad went there. For architecture, I think.”
“You don’t seem the architecture type.”
“I don’t?” Kevin appeared momentarily shocked.
“I saw the way you stared at Dutch’s books. Bet you have a nice library of your own.”
“I have a few books here and there. Where is Mr. Heller, by the way?” Did that just come out of my mouth? What the fuck, dude?
“He’s at a business seminar in Vegas.”
“That place has got to be real hot,” Kevin said. “The desert in summer.”
“Yes, but they say it’s a dry heat. The kids are each at a sleepover. Usually I’m tripping all over them. Oh well, lucky me. All alone. Kevin, it is nice to have a little peace and quiet for a change.”
Alone? Kevin thought. What was that term they used in American Pie?
“Want another glass?”
“Sure, yeah,” Kevin said.
The sudden hardness of his dick surprised him. In his mental search for non-trite phrases during the conversation, he tried not to act too self-conscious. He did notice how much lemonade he drank. The stiffness in his pants was either from drinking so much or from Lana. Or both. If he drank anymore, he’d have to use the bathroom. This forced two options upon him. Go take a piss, ride home, jerk off, and then spend the night watching Office Space again. Or he could rub one out in the bathroom after taking a piss and then keep having a sensible conversation with Lana, a sophisticated, albeit smokin’ hot adult.
The conversation proceeded without incident until his bladder overpowered the hectoring from his famished loins. Riding a bike with a full bladder was no fun. He didn’t want to miscalculate either, only to find himself crouching behind some neighbor’s tree in broad daylight because he was too bashful to take a piss in Lana’s bathroom.
Jesus, idiot, grow a fucking pair already!
Once again, Kevin resorted to over-thinking the obvious.
“Can I use your bathroom?” Kevin asked.
“Oh, sure, first door on your right,” Lana said.
“I should remember that. Nickel tour and all.”
Kevin got up and walked to the bathroom. He didn’t want to look too eager.
All the over-thinking and embarrassment evaporated when he unzipped his pants, withdrew his member, and exhaled. What followed was the most relaxing piss he had in a while. The only other times he felt like this occurred during camping trips or overlong hiking expeditions.
Like that scene in Austin Powers, he thought to himself with a silly grin.
What happened next seemed less like a linear series of events than a half-imagined haze. Instead of immediately flushing after an overlong piss, he kept his cock out and he began to rub it. Tenderly at first, then more vigorously. Lana in her bikini tanning stiffened him up.
If I can get just get off, Kevin thought. Then I can talk to her comfortably.
With that rather frail reasoning Kevin continued to masturbate. Unfortunately for Kevin, he didn’t know how long he had been away. Kevin jerked off with a single-minded intensity.
Just relax, think of Lana, naked Lana, licking her body, wet heaving tits –
His hand fondled his rigid cock, stiffening while his palm massaged the swollen head.
“Is everything OK?” she asked, knocking on the door.
“Yeah, sure, OK, yeah,” Kevin stammered. “Things are great!”
He flushed the toilet. Then he worked to put away his comical erection. His eyes nailed to his shorts, he attempted to push it back inside.
“Can I come in?” she said. “Don’t want you coming down with heat stroke. I’ll have to—”
Time seemed to stop.
“Mrs. Heller … I can explain … I need to go … I’m OK,” Kevin babbled.
“Just what were you doing, young man?
“I need to go, I need to go,” Kevin blurted, his mind in complete panic. He was ready to run over Lana like a crazed animal.
“Calm down,” she said. “It’s OK, I said. This is a natural thing for boys to do.”
She edged closer to him. He could see the sweat on her breasts and her nipples, erect beneath the thin fabric of the bikini top.
“It’s going to be OK. Do you understand?”
“I didn’t … I mean … I’m sorry,” Kevin said, he forced back tears.
“No, no, no, don’t cry. Don’t do that. We’re going to make this better, OK?”
“Sure, yeah, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But with Dutch, I didn’t mean to.”
“Shh,” she put a finger up to her beautiful lips. “Dutch isn’t here. The children aren’t here. I’m all alone. I’m going to make things better.”
Suddenly Kevin realized she had unzipped his jeans. Her fingers clenched his rigid cock.
“Your girlfriend must be very lucky,” she said with a kiss on the opposite cheek.
“I don’t have one. I’m still … still a …”
“Shh, no talking, I’m taking care of you now.”
She withdrew his penis from his underwear and began to stroke it. His body flinched as her fingers closed around his swollen shaft.
“It’s OK,” she whispered. “Everything’s OK.”
Kevin shut his eyes and bent his head back, his body consumed by a pleasure by her slow, precise stroking … then … she undid her top.
“Feel me,” she said. “Feel these.”
With her free hand, she took one of Kevin’s sweaty palms and placed it on her breast. He opened his eyes and stared at her naked breasts. Covered in sweat and glistening beneath the harsh light of the bathroom, Kevin couldn’t keep his eyes off them, least of all her hard nipples.
Then she came closer to him and they kissed. The tentative first kisses led to more passionate ones, their mouths open, their tongues intertwined.
“Yes, Kevin, yes,” she said as she continued to stroke his ever-lengthening cock, now lubricated with a silky layer of pre-cum.
Kevin momentarily stared at her large nipples, beautiful and dark and erect, before his mouth enclosed around one. He tongued it with greed, his body consumed with lust to taste and bite her.
“Slow down, boy, no need to rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
After he licked the areola of one nipple, he bent over and licked the other nipple. His cock stiffened again, pulsing with a need for release.
“Take your time. Enjoy them. Taste,” she said. “I want you to last a little longer. It’s no fun if you go off right away.”
His hand pinched her nipple, his mind busy in a desperate effort to recreate the images he saw in sex manuals. The smell of her flesh and the taste of her body created a heady rush. He tensed up again when he realized he was near orgasm.
“Feel that?” she asked.
Kevin nodded, the base of his cock clenched tight by her fingers.
“I’m going to stroke you some more. Then, when you are just about ready, I’m going to release my other hand. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said. “Oh God, I’m so hard.” He shuddered when he said those words.
Lana alternated between pumping his cock and massaging the swollen head. Each time Kevin prepared himself for the pleasurable release, but the pleasure kept piling up. One on top of the other.
He bit his lower lip and gripped the sink, knuckles white with tension. With his other hand, he gripped her breast, his sweaty palm pressing against a hardened nipple.
“Does this feel good?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. A tear began to roll down his cheek.
“Do you want me to go faster?”
He nodded dumbly, his body suspended by Lana’s aggressive pumping. Only when he opened his eyes did he realize he wasn’t suspended six inches above the ground.
“Kevin, are you ready?”
“Oh God, yes!”
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