by Sasha McLean
"I'll be back in about half an hour, Rod is here if you need anything."
I knew Erin's comment was meant more for her husband. Rod had suffered a stroke two years previous, and although he could get around, I had come to learn in the several weeks I worked for them he managed little more than pressing the garage door opener so I could get at their gardening tools.
This summer I decided I would do what I loved for a change. We needed extra cash to pull ourselves out of debt, and I had done the shit jobs already, overnight paper deliveries and scrubbing toilets. The money was steady but I hated it. This summer I planned to spend my extra time playing in the dirt so to speak. I loved working outside thanks to my mother… flower beds, veggie gardens, shrubs and trees... you name it I loved it. Living in an apartment complex for the previous two years had taken that away from me. I had some flyers and business cards printed, posted a couple free online ads, and quickly started getting odd jobs here and there and was getting my hands dirty, making some needed cash and loving it.
I loved it but my wife hated it, "You need something permanent" she'd say. True enough. If we were to pay down the debt we owed and get out of renting, I definitely needed a steady second income. I say ‘I needed’ since she’d never haul her fat ass out the door to do any more than she had to. My hope for the summer was to obtain a few steady clients who I could work for a couple nights each week after my regular day job, and hopefully carry on into the fall. By mid-August that hadn't happened. It was still only the odd job here and there.
I didn't care so much since I enjoyed doing it, 'do what you love' they say! Well I was, but was resenting my wife more and more the further things went downhill. Every week we would argue about the money I wasn't making, how I ‘didn’t understand’ how hard things were for her. Yeah, hard for her… how the hell was it hard for her exactly? Hard for her yet she wasn't the one doing all the shit jobs due to her ‘shoulder problem’ that kept her from anything beyond her daytime desk job. And I was looking for something else, something better, although half-heartedly, not wanting to lose out on the potential of a steady client for my fledgling business.
Of course the arguments did little for our sex life too. Mother's day and once the weekend after. Before that maybe five times in the previous year including her birthday. Oh but not mine. I had no idea what she did for relief but I spent my time searching free porn sites and masturbating. Fantasizing about women I worked with, or saw at the grocery store. That and I lived vicariously through a buddy who, although in a relationship was also ‘tapping’ everything he could, as he called it. And mostly younger women we worked with... "The summer of Tom" he called it. Tom had even invited me to partake in one of his regular weekly nights out knowing I wasn’t getting any. Seemed one of his co-workers (almost 20 years his junior) had a younger sister into older guys as well, and he thought I fit the bill. Flattered… sure, curious… yes, even excited… but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. As much as I wasn’t getting any from my wife, it wasn’t right to go after someone else. Even though inevitably I knew my marriage wasn’t going to last if things stayed the way they were.
Chapter 2:
Erin had replied to one of my online ads offering yard work and other odd jobs in the evenings, telling me on the phone they had a large corner lot (in a fairly high end subdivision I would soon see) and had let it go recently but were looking for help getting it back to what it was. I was to come by one night after work and spend a few hours prepping a couple flower beds, moving some dirt and mulch, general stuff. "If it works out we have a lot of work for you" she had told me.
When I arrived that first night an attractive older woman met me at the front door and asked me to meet her around the side at the garage. As I walked around the corner I thought to myself Erin was probably in her early fifties, no older, and obviously a professional of some sort based on the business suit she was wearing. As I came to the side the garage door was opening and I had the opportunity to look a little more closely as she stood there waiting to greet me again. The opening door revealed red heels, fairly muscular looking legs, bare to the knee, black skirt and jacket and red satiny blouse. A stunning smile, glasses framed her twinkling eyes, and sandy light brown hair tied up in the back, not a bun but something like that. "It's great to meet you Eric" she said as she reached to take my hand in hers. "Sorry I didn't have time to change, traffic was bad and I just got in before you arrived. Let me show you around."
Soft hands.
As she bent to take off her shoes "Can't walk around in these things" I couldn’t help but glance down her blouse. Nice cleavage for an older lady, and the fringe of a red bra. She led the way in bare feet across the driveway and down the short but fairly steep slope to the back yard. Muscular calves indeed, she kept in shape, possibly a runner. She spoke as she walked, telling me about the numerous flower beds that needed to be spruced up, hedges to be trimmed and other general maintenance around the yard. I enjoyed the conversation, throwing in a few timely comments, to show her I knew what I was talking about. I let her lead and found I was watching the sway of her hips as she walked from one area to the next. She gave me instructions for the three hours I had committed to and then explained about their situation briefly.
Her husband Rod was a retired navy officer, they had purchased the home three years ago mainly for the property and grounds. Shortly after he had suffered a stroke and had spent the last two years in rehabilitation. At this point he could manage to mow the front expanse of their lawns on the ride-on which they had rigged an upright grip to the steering wheel to accommodate him. It was pretty much a big square, nothing too difficult. They had been looking for someone who they could trust to do what was needed and not ruin what they hoped Rod could get back to in time. She asked a bit about my situation so I explained this was an 'on the side' thing as I tried to pay down some debt. The bonus was I loved to play in the dirt, and living in an apartment with my wife and two kids didn't give me much opportunity any more. "Hence the name" I said as I handed her a card "Playing in the Dirt, Yard Work and Odd Jobs."
"I like that" she said taking it from my hand chuckling "Cute! Well I'll let you get started, I'm off to start dinner."
I spent the next three hours doing my best to be sure I impressed her. I figured if they had money to spend it might as well be on me! As I was chopping up some of the dead lilac branches I had removed Erin came out to inspect my work, still in her skirt and red blouse, no jacked and a pair of ugly garden clogs or something. "It's certainly cooling off in the evenings" she commented as she folded her arms across her chest.
I showed her my handiwork, how I cut the dead branches and trunks at an angle to stop rain water from pooling and avoid rot. She seemed impressed. The main flower bed I had worked on was neatly edged and mulched and I mentioned a problem I had spotted with her Virginia Creeper overtaking her water and electric meters that would need to be cut back to avoid complaints from the two utilities. As I spoke she glanced around at the things I mentioned nodding her head. I couldn’t help myself and took those opportunities to quickly steal looks at her nipples which were jutting out through the material of her top.
Her smile said it all, "It all looks great Eric, I'm very pleased. Just knock once you've cleaned up and we can discuss what's next." What's next? I fantasized and let my mind wander about what was hidden under her skirt as I watched her walk back to the house.
We agreed I would come over two to three nights each week, unless I or they had other commitments. Mainly working in their yard but also I would do some odd job inside as well. Finally, something that gave me the regular hours I was looking for.
Over the several weeks that followed I did just that, mainly working outside on the more urgent items. Rod had made a list of things he wanted done. A list that grew as new things were added each day as I crossed things out they were finished. Fine by me as they paid well and were great people to work for. I started to do the odd thing inside as well. Moving heavy items Erin couldn't, including living room furniture one day, and putting together a shelving unit in their basement rec room another, which took almost four hours one night.
This was the night I got to know her a little better. Rod couldn't make it down to the rec room with us, and after guiding me down with two large boxes which contained the shelving materials from some box store, Erin promised she'd be back in a minute to help. Help meant she stood over me for a few minutes as I read through the instructions and laid the pieces out on the floor. Then she slumped in a big comfy chair with a drink she made at the bar.
As I worked we chatted about nothing at first, then about gardening and the new things she wanted to do with the back. I made sure to pause to look at her while she talked every so often, both to be polite and to check out her shapely legs in the baggy shorts she was wearing. Probably an old pair of sweats that were Rod's at one point, and now cut into shorts. The clingy tee shirt she had put on had me thinking she was now braless, and although she didn't have the perky ones of a twenty something Tom was looking for, for fifty plus they looked great!
Her physique was no doubt from the two half marathons I learned she trained for and ran each of the past twenty plus years. This was where our conversation changed and we became more casual and friendly than employer employee.
She told me of how she and Rod had moved here after his retirement, a relief for her after living all over the country following his Navy career. They had hoped to live quietly until Erin retired in a few more years. She worked now as a legal consultant for several firms down town. Something she had done for the past eight years after struggling as a lawyer hopping firms and cities so often. Everything changed of course with Rod's stroke. They needed a live in assistant for him so Erin could pursue building her new career. "And although I'm grateful for the nearly two years he stayed with us, we lost all privacy in our lives."
Curious I questioned this. "Oh well, you know...." Erin paused, looked at me and bit her lip. Then she downed the remaining drink in her hand, "Let's just say it's like living with an unwanted house guest who always seems to be under your feet, but needs to be under your feet and you’re thankful they are... do you know what I mean?"
I shook my head.
"I needed to close and lock the bathroom door when I went in to use it, to shower. Lock the bedroom door when I changed, I had to buy new less flattering night clothes, things like that... would you like a beer? I'm having another drink."
"Sure I'd love one." That was a vision, Erin in the shower, changing, I wondered what she used to wear to bed... what she wears now!!! "So was this guy always barging in on you or something?" I asked.
"No not at all." She was at the bar again, her back to me. "A perfect gentleman actually" she said as she walked back handing me my beer. "I was just self-conscious mostly."
"About what???" That probably came out sounding a little too surprised, still thinking about her naked in the shower. She gave me a quizzical look, pausing as she sat down. "Take a break, have a seat." She gestured to the sofa next to her chair.
Okay change the subject before you get yourself in shit. "So wow, two marathons a year? I'm envious, no wonder you're in such great shape."
"Half marathons" Erin corrected. "And it's not so bad, you could probably do it, do you run?" She hadn't even flinched at my compliment.
" A bit, not as much as I would like... no time really."
"Oh are we keeping you too busy?" She seemed genuinely concerned with her question.
"No no... I don't make the time is more like it. Sometimes I get out a few nights a week at most."
"No wonder you don't make the time if you’re running at night, try mornings that's when I run, gives me energy for the rest of the day. Why don't you come with me sometime, I'd be happy to help you get into a routine to work up to a half too if you'd like?"
"Sure!" Crap… I don’t have time for that, and then it was too late.
"Great!!! When would you like to start? I'm running in the morning and it's only a short one so I can go easy on you..." she smiled as she teased. But I could tell she was genuinely excited about me joining her. "Can you meet me here at 6:30? We'll take my car up to the head of the trail I run on. I know when I need to turn back for which distances so I'd prefer running there if that's okay with you?"
"Sure... that'll get me back home with enough time to get to work." What did I just agree to... Am I stupid? I’ll be dead tomorrow. "I better get this finished then." I said setting the beer down and getting back to work.
"Okay, I'll be upstairs if you don’t need anything." Erin said as she stood up and stretched her arms above her head. I took another quick look as the tee shirt stretched across her tits and nipples, giving me a peek as well at her almost flat stomach as it lifted. "Call me when you’re done and I'll pay you before you go."
With that she took her glass and headed up the stairs. I watched the muscle in her calves tighten and flex with each step, and the baggy shorts stretch across her ass. I was hoping I might see her in something better in the morning for our run. My first run in a while.
Chapter 2:
"Hi!" Holy shit was more like it! Erin came out before I knocked the next morning, wearing tight running shorts and a matching sport bikini-like top thingy, runners in hand.
"Hey. Ready to go?" She asked, glancing down at my runners, "Glad to see you've got decent shoes"
The drive was a short one with not much conversation. I wouldn't look over as I knew I couldn't do so without getting caught checking out my sexy older employer. Bad enough my thoughts were causing my cock to move a bit inside my loose shorts. Too loose to hold it down. I had to bite my tongue, hoping to get my mind off what I was thinking and avoid an embarrassing situation. I knew once I started running it would be fine. WRONG!
We got out of Erin's car "Stretches first?" was all she said as she started loosening up in front of me. I walked around beside and a bit behind her. Not my best idea if I wanted to stop my swelling erection. I watched her ass and legs while she went through her routine, hardly stretching myself. Well part of me was stretching, my cock was stretching up and almost fully erect seeing Erin's sexy ass in her tight shorts. Didn’t help this was my favourite part of a woman's body. As she reached to one ankle and then the other, bent at the waist with her head almost touching her knee, I could make out the lines of her pussy as the fabric stretched over her mound. Fuck, I felt like a useless teenager.
After she finished she stood asking if I was ready.
"Yup." I stayed in a lunge stretch to hide my erection.
As Erin started off I shifted it as best I could hoping it wouldn't be so obvious and quickly caught up. We ran at a fairly casual pace, I think she took it pretty easy on me that first time. Not that it mattered really, as about two km or so in I got a cramp in my right calf and went down like a baby, whimpering and clutching my leg. Erin came right over to me and encouraged I lay back and stretch it out as she massaged the knot out of the muscle. My erection had completely left as we ran, even though I kept watching her ass every chance I could. Now that she was beside me with her hands on my leg I could feel the blood starting to flow back.
Erin shifted herself and squatted at my foot as she worked on my calf. “Point your toes then pull them back.
I looked down as I did this and felt my foot brush the bottom of her thigh when I straightened it. I could see the form of her pussy as the fabric stretched across it and the seam slightly parted the lips. My erection was completely back. The problem was I still couldn't get up to try and conceal it.
"Here let me help you up, maybe you can walk it out." Erin said as she rose and cam
e to reach down and give me her hand.
I let her help me up, hoping for the best, but when I stood my cock was tenting out in my shorts. Very obvious to Erin as I noticed her glance down. She was a champ though and didn't say a word, just walked with her arm around my waist. I certainly felt like a teenager now if I didn’t before. Cramp or not, her sweaty body pressed against me meant my erection wasn't going anywhere. When I had walked out the cramp, Erin suggested we head back "just in case". So we fairly quietly walked back to her car and then drove to her house.
"I'm gonna head home" I said as I went straight to my truck.
"Try again on Friday?"
I hesitated at first but then answered "Sure!" What the hell I thought.
"Make sure you stretch that thing out properly first though okay?" Erin said this with a wink.
I was sure she meant my calves, but the wink threw me. I couldn't wait to stretch my cock now, with the thoughts of Erin’s body in my head. I drove five minutes from her house and pulled into a large grocery store parking lot, stopping in the middle away from the few other cars parked there. I was so horny by this point thinking of how Erin looked in her outfit, her hands on me, how I'd love to fuck her with that ass grinding in my crotch. I barely grabbed my cock and pumped it a few times before I felt that feeling in my balls. I cupped them and gently squeezed as I increased speed, sending the first two streams up and over the steering wheel onto the windshield. I sat there and lay my spinning head back and kept pumping until I had nothing left.
