Mature BBW and the Gardener Pt. 01

I've always been good at lawn care and gardening in general. I started my lawn service when I was 14. Basic things like mowing, edging and yard clean up. As I landed more and more jobs in the neighborhood, I was able to purchase better and newer mowers, edgers and the like. By the time I was 19 I had a nice little clientele list and steady work. For a graduation present, my family bought me a 'work truck'. It wasn't new or pretty to look at, but it ran, and I was able to load all my mowers, edgers, and other implements of destruction into it and start to take jobs in other neighborhoods. I got some decals made for the side of the truck to promote my business. 'Mike's Total Lawn care.' OK.

Five years of doing lawn care and gardening, almost every day, has been a great workout. By 19, my legs, arms, and abs have become sculpted and my skin tanned. I get looks from women my age, or so I am told, but I tend to be too single minded about my growing business to pay attention. I've saved enough for college, but at the cost of my social life. I keep telling myself there will be time for that later. I take care of my 'urges' myself.

Not a couple of days after getting the work truck I started to get requests for new appointments. The first one I received was a couple of miles away in an older neighborhood that was being 'rebuilt' with new and upgraded homes. The appointment was looking for full service. Mowing, edging, cleanup, weeding, and planting of new shrubs and garden design. I contacted the customer and scheduled a time for an estimate.

I pulled up to the house and noticed a few things. One the is not really a lawn to mow. Where the lawn should have been there is mostly rocks and trash. There were no bushes, plants, or flowers. There was a lot of sand, leaves, and junk. I looked again at the address to make sure I was in the right place. I was. This was going to be a big job, a multi-day job. As I was assessing the front of the house the door opened.

"You must be Mike." A woman said as she stepped out of the house. She strides over to me extending her hand. I shake it and greet her. "I'm Jessica Carroll. Please call me Jess."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Carr- I mean Jess." I say. Jess is tall. Quite tall. I am 5'11" and Jess slightly towers over me. 'She must be at least 6'3"' I think to myself. 'Statuesque' is probably the best way to describe her. Her long black hair, accentuated with a shock of grey which hangs down the right side of her face, makes her deep blue eyes more hypnotic. Her sundress left little to my imagination. Her full breasts and voluptuous curves stole my attention. I notice myself staring, staring a little too hard. I shake myself from the captive trance she has over me.

"The yard, as you can obviously see, needs a lot of work." Jess says motioning to the yard. "I've just moved in. The inside is nice, but the outside, not so much." she says with a tinge of embarrassment.

"No problem," I smile, "Let's take a walk around and you can tell me what you want done."

"Sounds like a plan" says Jess, and she linked her arm in mine and guided me around her garden. I'll admit I was a bit taken aback by her forwardness. I don't date much, or at all. I mostly pay attention to my business and up till recently, graduating high school. When Jess grabbed my arm to lead me, it stirred something in me. I felt the softness of her hands, her perfume which was an intoxicating mix of vanilla and jasmine. I felt her fingers caress my bicep as she guided me around. Showing me what needs to be cleaned up, explaining how she wanted flower beds to be designed, and the area she wanted the koi pond. I took notes and sketched, the best I could. At the end of the tour she said,

"That's what I am looking at to start." Moving her hand off my arm.

"Let me get some measurements and sketch up some ideas for you. It will take a day or two and I can meet with you with some design ideas and estimates." I told her, already missing her touch.

"Great, here is my number and my email. Message me anytime." Jess handed me a card with her info and thanked me for my time.

A couple of days later I emailed her a few designs and estimates. To start we needed to get a dumpster to perform the initial clean up. She quickly responded agreeing to a design and cost and asked when I could get started. Two days later the dumpster was delivered, and I was at her house ready to start the cleanup. Jess greeted me outside.

"So happy you're here." She said giving me a warm hug. I was shocked by her friendliness and did my best to return the hug without showing my confusion. I was not used to women being openly affectionate to me. Jess' hug was warm and long. I felt her whole-body press against me. I pulled away gently as I started to get aroused and didn't want her to know and think I was some sort of weirdo.

"I'm ready to get started. I think the initial cleanup will take about a day or day and a half. Then I can get started on getting the garden design started. "

"Then I won't keep you." Jess smiled. "If you need anything I will be inside. Please don't hesitate to come inside and take what you need. Drinks, snacks, anything." Jess turned and walked inside. I watched her full figured and statuesque body walk away. I watched her ass sway underneath her sheer sundress. She turned around before she went inside and caught me staring. I was starting to turn red with embarrassment. Jess smiled and opened the sliding glass door. She bent over to remove her shoes before entering, which made her voluptuous ass stretch her sundress further and hike up, giving me a view of her thick thighs. I calmed myself enough to start work but was constantly thinking of her while I carried all the junk from the garden to the dumpster.

I cut, dragged, and tossed all kinds of garbage from her yard. My arms and back are getting slightly cut from hauling different pieces of sharp metal to the garbage. After about five hours of work, I sat down for a moment to catch my breath. Jess came out of the sliding glass door with a tray of drinks.

"You look like you needed a rest and refreshments. Come sit with me for a while."

I thanked her and jokingly apologized for my appearance. Jess laughed and remarked, 'If you don't get dirty, you're not having fun.' Then touched my arm gently offering me a seat next to her on the patio. She noticed the cuts on my arms.

"Of no, you're hurt." She said in a concerned motherly tone. "You should stop for the day and get yourself cleaned up. I'm sure you have some fun plans for the evening."

I laughed and said I didn't, and I was probably going to continue for another hour or so.

"Don't wear yourself out too much." Jess said, "And when you're done come inside and we can take care of those scratches." She smiled at me and brushed my hair off my face. Gently touching my cheek. She took the empty glasses inside, and I got back to work.

After a couple of more hours of hauling junk I was able to completely clean out everything. I called to have the dumpster picked up, so it wasn't an eyesore outside of her house. I knocked on the sliding glass door. She came to the door.

"I told you to just come in if you need something." She admonished me playfully.

"I just wanted to show you the cleanup process before I leave for the day." I said. She smiled and bent over to put her shoes on. Which gave me a view down the front of her sundress. Her full breasts were almost on full display. Once again, she caught me staring and smiled.

"Let's take a look." She said, grabbing my arm to be escorted around her garden. She quickly pulled away, however. "Oh, does it hurt when I touch your arm? I see how scratched they are."

"No." I lied. The feeling of her hands on my arms beats any minor pain. I explained that everything was in the dumpster which would be picked up in the morning.

"You're a miracle worker." Jess said and placed a warm kiss on my cheek. Her lips touching my face made my heart skip a beat and other parts of me twitch in excitement. "You do look a bit of a mess. You should come inside and take a shower. I will wash those clothes and maybe make us a little something to eat? And I won't take no for an answer."

Jess guided me into her house. Which was a stark contrast to the yard. It was beautifully decorated, and immaculately clean. She took me to the bathroom and handed me a large towel.

"Put your clothes outside the door and I will with get them cleaned." Jess said. I did as she said. Removed my dirty clothes and wrapped the towel around myself. I opened the door to place my dirty clothes outside. Jess was standing there waiting for them. She smiled looking at my partially naked body. The towel was wrapped around my waist. Years of yard work has toned my 19-year-old body. Jess took my dirty clothes and told me to let her know when I was done, and she would find me something to wear while my clothes were in the wash.

I entered the shower, feeling the warm water sting my scratches and relax my muscles. When I was done, I wrapped the towel around my waist again and opened the door. I called to her.

"I'm in the bedroom. Come in here and I will put some lotion on those scratches." She said. I walked into the bedroom.

"Come here" she beckoned. I walked to her, she was wearing the same sundress, and she turned me around in front of a full-size mirror. She stood behind me, pressing her body softly against me. She inspected my arms and back. Softly running her hands over them. "I'm so sorry that you're this scrapped up. Let me take care of you." She whispered in my ear. Her lips close. Laying a soft kiss on my neck. I shivered with arousal. She gently started applying the salve to my arms and back. Her head nuzzled in my neck whispering. "You have such a nice body." Her hands massaging my back and arms. The mixture of her breathy voice in my ear, and her hands caressing my body made my cock stand at attention. Pushing against the towel wrapped around my waist. I was worried that the towel would fall off at any minute. The feeling of her touch and the sound of her voice made me feel excited and vulnerable at the same time.

Jess kissed and gently bit my neck as her hands moved to my chest. Her hands caressing me and gently brushing against my nipples made me gently moan with excitement.

"Yes, relax and let me take care of you." Jess whispered alluringly in my ear as her hands fell down caressing my abs. The towel around my waist slowly gave into my growing arousal and fell to the floor. She whispered in my ear again.

"I can see you are enjoying my touch." As her fingertips slipped from my abs to brush gently against my cock. Her left hand gently caressing my neck and pulling my head back while her right hand started gently stroking my cock. "You did such a good job today, I wanted to give you something extra." I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me in the mirror as she slowly pumped my dick. "Just relax, momma will take care of you." She whispered in my ear as she sucked and nibbled on my lobe. "I want to watch you while you cum for me."

I shivered again and felt my knees grow a little weak. Her hands on me, her whispers, her kisses. I felt so vulnerable but safe. Her hands are strong but gentle. I gave in to her completely.

"Do you like my touch?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes." I was able to gasp as her strokes became faster and stronger.

"Do you want to cum for me?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" she said sternly but playfully.

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

"Good boy." She sensually whispered in my ear as her strokes became stronger and faster, "I like watching you in the mirror. I want you to cum for me. Will you cum for your new mistress?" She playfully bit my neck while her left hand moved from holding my throat to pinching my nipple. I gasped in pleasure feeling the ensuing eruption growing in my loins. "Tell me you're going to cum for me."

"I'm going to cum for you, mistress." I gasped. As her strokes released load after load of jizz from my aching balls. I let out a loud moan.

"Good boy, give momma mistress all your cum." She said authoritatively as she pumped the last of my seed out of me. My body tingled with pleasure, relief and release. "Yes, let it all out. Give me all of it." She kissed my neck as my orgasm subsided. Her hands released my softening cock and spun me around. "Feel better?" she asked.

"Yes." I panted in a daze of post orgasmic bliss.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, momma mistress." I sighed. Jess leaned in and gave me a soft but passionate kiss. Pulling my spent and naked body against her. I felt her softness surround me as she wrapped me up in her arms. She broke the kiss. "You must be so hungry from all that work today. Let's get you something for dinner."

I asked about something to wear, to which she simply said,

"Your clothes will be done soon. For now, let's just say you're 'dressed for dinner'."