Her Goldilocks Moment

Watching was half the fun.

From the privacy of her bedroom window Gloria Aldred looked down on her half acre of garden. Her gaze feasted on the manicured lawn, the lush flower beds, the trees in full summer leaf. But they were just a distraction, a mere sideshow for what really took her eye.

The young man was stripped to the waist, wearing only short red shorts, rolled down socks and heavy work boots as he laboured to turn over the sun-baked soil in the long beds that ran the full length of her enormous backyard. He'd come knocking seeking summer work between college terms. One look was all she'd needed. She hired him on the spot. Definitely one of her better decisions she thought.

She hadn't asked a lot of questions. They'd agreed an hourly rate, and she'd set him to work the next day. And every day after she'd watched him from her window.

He was barely 20 years old, she knew that, and his name was Paul, she knew that too, but those were the few details she had apart from the fact that he seemed very shy. Mind you, she didn't care about anything else. Her interest was solely concentrated on his lithe, well-muscled form.

She admired his arms, his tan (was it full body -- the thought gave her a thrill), his flat stomach, his broad shoulders, his nicely shaped pecs. The youthful puff of hair on his chest. No doubt about it, he was a picture of virile youth, all the way from his strong legs to his nipped waist and handsome face. Looking at him reminded Gloria of her ex-husband in his younger years, when he was strong and sexy, before he got old and fat and she divorced him, keeping the house and most of his cash.

She moved closer to the window, ensuring that the sun's glare on the glass hid her from external view.

Labouring hard in the heat, the young man's upper body was glistening with sweat. The waistband and top parts of his shorts were dark with moisture. Gloria took a good look at that. She watched his movements. Focused on the area where his dick was nestled. Hmmm, it seemed to bob around so freely. Did that mean no underwear? She did hope so.

That last thought was enough. She could feel a tight tingle in her groin again. She knew she was already getting moist.

Very well.

She decided there and then.

Today would be the day. No more voyeur. Watching may be half the fun, but today she would go full monte.

*

Gloria looked at herself in the full length mirror in her dressing room. The new bikini was a very good fit. And she was pretty fit too. Certainly not bad for a woman in her late fifties. Living off her husband's money had allowed her plenty of time for exercise, tennis, horse riding and umpteen beauty treatments. It had all paid off. She still had good tits, and her legs had not yet gone to flab. Sure, there was some roundness in her belly and her ass cheeks could be a little tighter, but her upper arms had no sagging, and her long hair nicely framed her still-amazing face.

She lifted her arms to check her pits were nice and smooth. Then she checked her crotch to ensure no stray pubes were showing. She preferred a full bush between her legs, but for this special occasion, she'd shaved her thatch into a nice, tight triangle.

She was satisfied with herself.

Time to get the show started.

She stepped into a pair of sandals, popped a wide-brimmed straw hat on her head, picked up her book and sunglasses and headed for the door.

*

The young man looked up as she stepped onto the home's rear terrace. She watched his eyes rove over her body. Take in her skimpy swimsuit, her full breasts, her long legs. She liked the attention. It felt nice to be ogled, and let's face it, nobody had given her the once-over in ages.

She waved at him. "Hi."

He waved back. "Hi."

"Don't mind me. Just topping up my tan."

She spread a thick towel on one of the patio sun loungers and slid onto the low-slung recliner.

Picking up her book she pretended to read. But her eyes were firmly fixed on Paul. Working hard, the sweat on his body was literally dripping. His shorts were soaked down to the hem.

Fifteen minutes she thought, then phase two.

*

On the dot, fifteen minutes later, she went into the house, only to reappear a few minutes later carrying a silver tray, a pitcher of iced water flavoured with fresh mint and two tall glasses.

She set the tray on the table.

"Paul. Would you like a drink?" She called.

He looked up from his work. "Uh, sure, that would be great."

She poured two glasses and held one out to him. "You look like you need this."

He took it from her. "Thanks." Lifting the glass to his mouth, she watched him drain the tumbler in one go.

"Wow, you must have been really thirsty. Have some more."

"Thank you."

As he leant forwards to pick up the water pitcher, Gloria stepped behind him. "You're absolutely dripping." She said in all innocence.

He was pouring the water and did not look back. "Yeah, it's hot as hell out there and the beds are hard as concrete."

She ran a hand down his back. She felt him jump at the touch. "Look at you. So wet."

Her hand continued down until it hit the elasticated waistband of his shorts. She tucked her fingers inside. Just above his ass crack. "Your shorts are soaked."

"Uh..." The words stuck in his throat as she slowly slid her fingers around from the back of his shorts to the front.

She enjoyed his confusion, the control she had over the boy. Of his body. "I must give you a bonus for all your sweaty labour."

Her hand snaked deeper. It was just as she thought. "Paul? No undies? Really?"

"I... I... I'm sorry, Mrs Aldred."

"Oh, call me Gloria." He hand kept going, reached the fine hair above his cock. "Hmmm, I think something else is getting hard as concrete." She moved her fingers onto his dick, raked a nail down its full length. It stiffened all the way, tented his shorts.

"Mrs. Aldred... Gloria..."

"Shhh." She put a finger to his lips. "Everything's fine. Do you like what I'm doing, Paul."

"Er... yes, yes."

"Good." She clamped her fist around his hard-on and slowly moved it up and down. He gasped. With her free hand she pulled his waistband out and looked inside his shorts.

"Mmmm. You have such a nice cock. Not too big, not too small. A Goldilocks cock if I ever saw one. Let's set it free."

She let go of his dick, eased his shorts off his hips, let them fall to sag against the tops of his boots.

Unrestrained by the garment, his organ sprang forth, bobbed around at an upward angle.

She took it all in. The full hardness. The bulging, purple-coloured head. His large balls. The fair hair that ran from his cock all the way to his navel. It was heaven. She took hold of his pole again and began to jerk him off. He was paralysed with sensation. He almost screamed when, with her other hand, she raked her nails across his ball bag, then underneath and along the sensitive ridge that went all the way to his anus.

"Ohhhh... Mrs. Aldred."

"Nice?"

"Oh... yes."

"Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"Yes."

"Often?"

"Only once."

"Really? A handsome boy like you. I would have thought the girls would've been all over this lovely cock."

He could barely speak. "N.. n.. no."

"You've never been with an older woman?"

"N,, n.. no." He was up on his tip toes as her hands kept his dick at hard attention.

"We'll have to improve that statistic won't we."

She leant in and ran her tongue over his smooth chest, made sure to scrape her teeth across his nipples. Enjoyed his deep moan. The small clump of hair between his pecs tickled her nose. He tasted salty, oily, like a strange but gorgeous dessert.

She suddenly let go and stepped back. "Strip."

It was an order. He looked surprised, unsure how to proceed.

"Take everything off".

He quickly bent down and unlaced his boots. Kicking them off, he peeled away his socks and shorts. She pointed at his left arm. "Even your wristwatch."

He took the watch off.

She gazed at him. Fully nude. No overall tan. There was a light area around his crotch in the shape of a speedo. Then there was that beautiful cock, hard, already dripping.

She made a twirling motion with her index finger. "Turn."

He slowly rotated. She took in his broad back. His tight buttocks with a firm dent either side.

"Now bend over."

"What?"

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it."

He bent over, placing both hands on the table.

"Legs apart."

He did so.

Gloria loved what she saw. The man's ass so tight, his full balls dangling. She sat down on one of the table chairs. Her face was at the same height as his buttocks. She reached between his thighs and hefted his nuts. Slowly rolled them together, stretched his sac downwards. He groaned with pleasure.

She moved her hand back to his cock, eased her fingers around the throbbing head. Began to masturbate him quickly. His whole body spasmed. Then, with her other hand, she ran her long nails up and down his ass crack, twirled the delicate blonde hairs, then circled the pucker of his hole. Pushing her thumb against his sphincter, she felt it start to open.

Suddenly, he was cumming, shooting great splashes of semen across the garden table, onto his thighs, onto her hand. He groaned and slumped forwards. One of the drinking glasses crashed to the patio.

Gloria kept her grip tight around his balls, stretched them down as far as she could as his orgasm slowly subsided.

Once he stopped twitching, she whispered in his ear. "That was just to get the tension out of you. Young men always cum too fast."

She pulled him off the table with surprising strength. "Now it's your turn. Strip me."

He didn't need to be asked twice. His hands went to her bikini top, quickly unsnapped the back clasp, tugged at the shoulder straps. The bra fell away. Gloria suddenly had the sun on her breasts. It felt so very nice. His fingers clumsily kneaded her flesh, pawed her taut nipples. Then he was pulling the rest of the swimsuit down. She stepped out of the bottoms. Watched him gawp at her tits, her thick pubic hair, unsure what to do.

"Never seen a full bush before?"

"No."

"Bald cunts are for porno. Real men prefer a thatch."

She slid her right hand between her thighs, inserted a finger into her sopping groove. She pulled it away and held it up to his mouth. "Try it."

After a few second's hesitation he did so. His tongue lapped at her juices.

She smiled. "Taste nice."

"Mmmm."

"Come here." She took hold of his still semi-hard cock and led him over to the sun lounger. She lay down and spread her legs, eased her labia apart with two fingers. "Lick me."

He got down on his knees and nervously moved his mouth towards her crotch.

"My God, Paul, it won't bite you." Gloria reached out to clasp his head and guide him into her damp delta. She felt stubble as his chin connected with her soft parts, then his tongue was probing into her. "Ohhhh, yessss, that's a good boy."

She held his head firmly in place as he sloppily licked her out. It was bit clumsy, but Gloria loved the feel of strange flesh touching her. Her clitty felt so hot and sensitive. She desperately wanted to cum, but she knew Paul's rookie attempt at cunnilingus wouldn't get her there. She needed something far more forceful.

After a few more minutes, she pulled him up for air. "Are you hard again yet?"

"Yes."

"Good."

She pushed him back and rolled over on the lounger. Bringing herself up on her knees she gave him a perfect rear view of her ass and her wet, furry pussy.

"Put it in me."

He fumbled the entry, but then, all of a sudden, he was inside and pumping hard. This was Gloria's first penis in over three years. It beat the fuck out of her dildo. His cock was just perfect. Big enough to fill her and stretch her, but not big enough to really hurt. The sensation of him inside her warmed her guts, made her heart race, quickly brought her towards her crescendo. "Oh, Paul! Keep going! Keep going!"

His efforts became more urgent. His belly slapping against her ass cheeks. His balls swinging against her clit.

She reached her peak just as he screamed. "I'm cumming!"

She felt his cock spasm inside her. A flood of hot fluid. Then her own orgasm ripped through and she squealed in delight. "Ohhh, Paul."

He kept pumping for what seemed an age, then his pounding slowed. He collapsed on top of her. They lay wet and sweaty, gasping for air for several minutes. Finally he pulled himself away. Sat with his legs wide apart on the end of the lounger.

She rolled over, wrapped the towel around her body. Her left foot went to his crotch, her toes gently massaging his balls.

"That was very nice, Paul. I think we should make this part of your daily duties."

He goggled. "Really?"

"Mmmm. When you come to work tomorrow, make sure to leave your underwear at home."

"Okay. But what do I do now?"

She smiled. "Go back to work of course. The garden won't dig itself."

"Uhhh?"

She got up, scooped up her bikini and hat and started towards the house. Then she stopped and looked back. "And Paul, when you get here tomorrow, take your shorts off and leave them off. I want to see Goldilocks all day long."