Emma's Awakening Pt. 10

After Max went to work, Emma got busy in the garden. The weather was perfect, warm and likely to get hot by midday, but they usually had a sea breeze by mid afternoon to cool things down.

Emma was going to get the hard work done before it got too hot. She had some rock garden borders to fix, which involved digging around some of the dislodged rocks and moving them back into their correct place with a crowbar. She was wearing boots, shorts and a singlet top. The work was strenuous but satisfying. By mid-morning she was exhausted, but had completed the job. She was hot and sweaty, and went inside for a cold drink, which she brought back into the garden where she could recline on a sun bed and admire her work while she cooled down.

She could hear a lawn mower next door and noticed a young man's head and shoulders going back and forth over the fence separating her garden from Sara and Stuart's back yard. She could use someone to help her around her garden with the heavier work, so she walked over to to the neighbour's house and rang the doorbell. Sara opened the door.

"Hi Emma. What's up?," Sara asked.

"Hi Sara. I noticed you have someone mowing your lawn. Just wanted to see if he wants some extra work. I could use a hand in the garden at times," Emma replied.

"Oh, yes, that's Tom. He had a notice up at the supermarket offering mowing. He seems to be doing a good job and he's not very expensive. I can ask him to drop in to see you when he's finished if you like," Sara said.

Emma told her that would be great, she'd probably be in the back yard if he wanted to find her. Emma went back to her garden and her cool drink. She was on the sun bed when the young man approached.

"Hi there, I'm Emma," she greeted him.

"Hi, I'm Tom," he replied.

She went on to explain that she sometimes needed help with the heavier jobs in the extensive garden and wondered if he was available to help. He said yes, as long as he had some notice because he had some regular lawn mowing jobs and would need to fit her in.

She said, "Come inside for a moment and I'll write your phone number down. You look hot, would you like a cool drink?"

"Yes please Emma, that would be great," he answered.

They walked into the house. Emma found a pen and paper and told Tom to write his number down while she got him a cool drink. While he drank it he explained that he had finished high school the previous year and was hoping to get into a landscaping or gardening job full-time. Meantime he was going to save for more of his own equipment. He seemed to be a really polite and friendly young man. His work had given him a lean and muscular build, and he was srill sweaty from his mowing exertions.

Emma hadn't realised that her singlet top showed sideboob as much as it did. Only when she caught Tom's eyes flicking from her face to her body did she notice. She didn't worry, she figured that Tom must be 18, probably 19, and it wasn't like she was overtly flirting with him.

Tom excused himself, saying that he had another job to get to, and thanked her for the drink. Emmma said she'd be in contact.

She called Tom on Monday night, "Could you come and help me in the garden the next day? There are some old hedging bushes that need removal."

He replied, "Yes, I'm free all afternoon if that suits"

Emma found a singlet top made of a cool thin fabric that not only showed sideboob, but if she was bending over her nipples were clearly visible.

`Tom arrived at 2pm. Emma showed him the bushes that she wanted to cut down.

Tom looked at them and said, "Yeah, privet. You'd better get rid of them."

He went to his van and brought back a bow saw and large secateurs. He clipped away enough branches of the first bush to give clear access to the trunk and then sawed through it. Emma dragged the cut branches to a pile in an open space. This had to be done for about 15 bushes along the old hedge row. After a while he suggested that Emma go ahead and cut branches before he sawed the trunk of each bush. She had to lean over each time she cut a branch, so that her hanging boobs were fully visible to anyone looking from the side. She was aware of this and Tom's occasional glances when he helped her cut through heavier branches. Each time he cut through a trunk the two of them would drag the remaining bush away to the pile. It was hard work but together they mad good progress. By 4pm they had completed the job, save for taking the pile of privet away.

While Tom put his tools back in his van Emma got them both a cold cola from the fridge and took it out to the garden. When Tom returned she handed him the drink and they sat down at the outside table. They were both very sweaty. Emma's hair stuck to her forehead in strands. Tom's shirt was sodden in patches. The cold drink was refreshing. Emma leaned over to undo her boot laces. She was conscious that she was probably giving Tom a full view of her nipples. At least she hoped so.

When she sat back up she could see that he was slightly flushed.

She asked, "Tom, were you looking down my top just then?"

He didn't say anything but she could see that he was embarrassed.

"It's okay. I'm sure you've seen boobs before. Did you like what you saw?"

Tom said softly, "Yes... I did."

"Honestly, I'm okay with it. In fact it's quite flattering to have such a lovely young man looking at me," Emma reassured him.

"Well, I'd better get going," Tom said, "but give me a call if you need anything else done."

"Don't you want to get paid?," Emma asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Two hours at 30 dollars, that's 60 dollars," Tom said.

Emma asked him to wait. She checked her purse but only had $50. She gave it to Tom and said she'd give him a call when she had more cash.

"No problem," he said, "next time I'm mowing Sara's lawn I'll drop in and we can collect the rest."

"Great, I'll make sure I've got more cash," Emma said.

In truth, Tom wasn't worried about the $10 Emma owed him. He was keen, however, to see Emma again and this gave him an excuse.

Over the weekend Emma and Max removed the cut privet using Max's work truck. Emma told Max about what a nice young man Tom was.

"Just nice?," Max asked.

"Well, he's fit but young, he must only be 18 or 19," Emma answered.

Max said, "Well there are plenty of cougars these days looking for a young cub."

They left it at that. But it did start Emma thinking. She hadn't thought that she might be old enough to be considered a cougar, but Tom was probably less than half her age, and Kyle was quite a bit younger as well, so yes, the label cougar might fit.

The weather was warm and grass grows quickly near the coast. A couple of weeks later she was in the garden and heard the lawnmower next door. She went and changed into a bikini, got her headphones and tanning lotion and went and laid on the sun lounge in the garden. She put the headphones on and played music from her phone, ebfore smearing lotion on her arms and legs. She relaxed, the sun warming her nicely. Then she lay on her stomach, and reached behind her to untie her bikini top strings. She hoped that Tom would drop by when he finished mowing next door.

After half an hour or so she heard the mower stop. She heard a van door close and she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Shortly afterwards she heard a knock on the door. She waited. She could hear Tom approaching the garden on the gravel path. When she was sure he was near her she pretended to be startled and sat up quickly. Just as she hoped, the bikini top hung uselessly between her boobs. She slipped her headphones off and said, "Tom, you surprised me!"

He said, "Sorry Emma, I didn't mean to."

She said, "It's okay. I guess I didn't hear you through the headphones."

She looked at herslf and made a feeble attempt to cover her nipples with an arm. She stood and told Tom that she'd get the money she owed him. He followed her to the house. As she opened her purse to get the cash her breasts were fully exposed. She handed Tom the money. He was staring at her nipples which had begun to harden with her arousal.

He stammered, "Thanks Emma."

She asked, "Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Do you like my breasts Tom?," she teased, knowing full well he did.

"Yes," he said nervously.

"You can touch them if you want," she told him, "come closer."

He stepped towards her. She took his hand and placed it on her boob. His hand trembled.

She said, "Do you like that?"

"Yes," he replied.

"You can rub my nipples if you like, I would like that, you can use both hands," she suggested.

She took his other hand and placed it on her boob. He tentatively began rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. They grew under his touch. He took each nipple and rolled it between thumb and forefinger.

"That feels so nice," Emma whispered.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

They were interrupted by Tom's phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, and Emma noticed a sizeable bulge in his shorts.

"I have to go Emma, sorry," he said.

"Okay, I might have some more work for you in a few days," she said.

He left, obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. Emma was disappointed that their fun couldn't continue that afternoon, she was keen to play more with this young man.

When Max arrived home she showed him the progress in the garden. She said that Tom was a hard worker.

Then she said, playfully, "I think I got my cougar on a little with him today."

"How so?," Max asked.

"Well, I made sure that he had a good look at my tits and he felt them up," she replied.

"That's definitely cougar territory," he laughed.

After a few minutes she received his short response, "Thanks Emma, I enjoyed."

The next day Emma looked around the garden for jobs that might require Tom. There was nothing obvious but maybe she could convince Max to skip mowing their lawn, giving her an excuse to call Tom.

Feeling playful, she took an ice cube and rubbed it over her nipples, making them stand proudly. Then she got her phone and took a photo from the side showing both stiff nipples. She checked that she couldn't be identified by the photo. She then sent it to Tom's phone, followed by a text message that said, "Thought you might like a memory from yesterday," followed by a wink emoji.

She spoke to Max that night, "I'd like to have some time with Tom. Can you give mowing a miss for a while, give me a reason to call him?"

Max replied, "Okay, but let me know what's going on."

Emma watched the grass grow every day, waiting for it to be long enough to obviously need a mow. After a week it looked ready for a haircut.

Emma called Tom, "Hi Tom, our lawn needs a trim. Can you come over in the next day or two?"

Tom replied that he could do it the next morning, starting early, about 8am.

Emma said, "Perfect. See you then."

That night Emma told Max that she expected Tom to visit the next morning.

"Business or pleasure?," he asked.

"Maybe a bit of both," she answered with a smile.

Next morning Emma was excited to see how the day would pan out. She put gardening clothes on - boots, an old tee-shirt and shorts. She kissed Max goodbye and set to work in the garden. At 8am sharp, Tom knocked on the door and Emma wandered down to meet him. She showed him where to put the grass clippings and he got to work. It wasn't a huge lawn and after an hour he was done. Emma asked him if he was in a hurry to get somewhere else and he said no, he had no more jobs until after lunch.

"Great," she said, "come in for a drink."

They went to the kitchen. Emma poured them both a glass of cold water.

"So," she said, "did you like my photo?"

"Yes Emma, a lot," Tom replied.

She said, "That's good, I'm glad."

With that, she stepped close to Tom and kissed him on the lips. She whispered, "I want you to touch me again Tom."

Tom's hand went to her chest. He found her nipple through her shirt fabric and rubbed it, feeling it harden under his touch. Emma said, "Good boy." Emma kissed him again, this time lightly pushing her tongue against his lips. His mouth opened and she pushed her tongue against his.

Emma said, "Come with me," and led him to the sun lounge in the garden. She sat them down and resumed kissing him. She stopped and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her tits to swing free.

Tom broke away from the kiss and said, "Emma, someone might see us."

Emma said, "Don't worry, it's pretty private here. I'm not expecting anyone so there's no need to worry."

It was true, the garden behind the house was quite private, save for the possibility of their neighbours looking over the fence, but that was unlikely. Tom went back to kissing Emma and resumed playing with her boobs. He was definitely a tit man, as, Emma thought, were most men.

Emma whispered to him, "Can I touch you?"

He answered shyly, "Yes."

She dragged her fingers over his chest, his stomach, down to his shorts. She sensed his hardness and felt his cock through his shorts. It was big she thought. She gripped it through the fabric and gave it a couple of gentle pumps. Tom was a little startled but made no move to stop her. She unbuttoned his shorts and undid his fly zipper. Her hand now gripped his cock through his briefs. Again she pumped him slowly a few times. He was big!

She reached down with her other hand and pulled the top of his briefs down, exposing the large head of his cock. She looked down to see it glistening with pre-cum. She massaged it with her fingers. Tom's back stiffened.

Emma stopped. She asked if everything was okay. He said, "Yes, it's very nice but I was close to..."

"Having an orgasm?," she offered.

"Yes," he said.

"Well, we don't want that to happen... yet," she said.

"Do you want to touch me anywhere else Tom?," Emma asked, knowing full well he did.

"Yes," he answered.

"Well, just go ahead, I want you to touch me anywhere you want," she said.

Toms hand went to her thigh. She liked that, not going straight to the goal. His hand ran along her thigh to the hem of her shorts. He tried to slide his fingers up her shorts but they were too close-fitting.

She said, "Let me give you a hand," and stood, unfastening her shorts and letting them drop. She had to take her boots and socks off and then removed her shorts altogether. She was left in a G-string and nothing else. She was thrilled to be almost naked in the garden, with the chance of being seen.

She sat back down, saying, "There, that should make things easier."

She took Tom's hand and placed it back on her thigh. His hand was trembling a little. His hand slid up her inner thigh until he reached the small triangle of fabric of her underwear. Emma reached down and pulled it to one side, giving him unfettered access to herself. He felt her dampness and explored her outer lips. He was a bit clumsy and she thought that maybe he hadn't much experience finding his way around a woman. The idea turned her on.

She let him fumble around for a few minutes - it was not unpleasurable. Then she whispered, "Let me show you where I like to be touched."

She took his forefinger in her hand and guided it into her cunt. She told him to put another finger in and work them in and out.

She said, "That's good, now my clitoris."

She took his forefinger again and guided it onto her clit. She told him, "Touch it gently, circle your finger around it, you can move it a bit faster if you like. That's it, right there, God Tom, that feels so good."

He learned quickly. She reached for his cock, pulling his briefs lower so she could get her hand around the shaft. She started stroking him slowly, aware that he was likely to come if she moved too fast. She wanted him to last a bit longer. She asked him to stand and drop his shorts and briefs. His cock sprung out, almost hitting her face. Now that she could see his full size, he was indeed large, the largest she had personally seen in the flesh. She wanted it inside her, anywhere inside her.

He was still standing. She took his cock in her hand and bent forward to lick his pre-cum. Then she licked from the bottom of the shaft to the rim of his cock head, tonguing around the sensitive rim. Then she took the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive skin. Tom was looking down, watching this older woman sucking his cock. She then took most of his length in her mouth. She couldn't accommodate all of him like she could with other men.

She began fellating him, conscious of not going too fast if he wasn't to climax quickly. He watched his cock sliding in amd out of her mouth in disbelief. He had masturbated regularly but it felt nothing like this. She felt him tense and backed off, trying to take him to the edge and then letting him settle down a bit, before edging him again. She wasn't sure if she could sense when he was close to coming but she seemed to succeed three or four times before he began to pulse and came in her mouth. There were several large spurts of cum, more than she experienced from older men. She swallowed it, satisfied that she had milked this young man with his first blowjob.

He looked embarrassed and said coyly, "Sorry Emma, I couldn't stop."

She said, "Don't be sorry, I like what happened, I'm glad I could make you feel good."

He said, "I think I'd better go," and pulled his briefs and shorts up.

He began to leave and she grabbed his arm and said ambiguously, "I might have more things for you to do, if you want to."

He responded shyly, "I want to."

That night she told Max, "I think I really am a cougar. Tom came here today, and I mean came."

Max looked at her, "He came?"

Emma confirmed it, "Yes, in my mouth. And he's got a big cock too."

Max seemed very interested, "I wish I'd seen that."

She said, "Maybe we can arrange that sometime. But he's shy, we might have to be secretive if you want to watch."

That night in bed Max told Emma to get her vibrator out. He told her to lubricate it and insert it. He told her to describe everything she had done with Tom that day. Each time the action in her description escalated he turned the intensity of the vibrator up. He was stroking his cock as she told her story. She was very horny, it was clear that the thought of sex with Tom had aroused her immensely. When she got to the description of Tom's cock unloading in her mouth she began to spasm, moaning and writhing. The sight and sound of this brought Max to his own orgasm.

The next day Emma was reliving the previous day's adventure in her mind while she masturbated. She had a thought. She picked up her phone and switched the camera to selfie mode. Then with one hand she spread her lips and took a photo of her clit. She sent it to Tom's phone followed by a text message that simply said, "Memories of yesterday."

Later in the day Tom sent a message back, "Hope you need help in the garden soon."

She replied playfully, "So do I. There might be a hole to fill in."