Let Me Love YOU: A Steamy Older Woman Younger Man Romance
But the incessant droning of the lawnmower made that impossible.
John turned off the lawnmower and emptied the last of the grass into a halffull plastic bag. Then he straightened up, stretched, and turned to smile at Ruth.
"All finished?" she called out, sitting up.
"Yep. Gosh, it gets hot here. It's not even noon, yet it feels like it's a hundred degrees!"
Ruth laughed. "Now you know why I don't have a tan. I'm always inside with the air-conditioner turned on full blast."
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Why don't you take a shower," Ruth suggested, an idea growing in her mind. "Then I'll fix you some lunch."
"Okay," he said, getting to his feet, his cr*tch only inches from her mouth. "I don't think there are any towels in the bathroom, though."
"Oh yes, they're out being washed. Wait, I'll go upstairs with you and get one from the closet. Meanwhile, why don't you go into your room and get undressed." The thought of his n*ked body made her legs feel suddenly weak. She leaned against him as she got up.
She handed him the towel and then let her fingers trail lightly up and down his back. "I shouldn't have asked you to cut the lawn today. It's too hot out. It could have waited."
He smiled. "It's okay, A*nt Ruth. I like doing things for you."
She caressed his cheek. "You're a sweet young boy. Well, I'll let you take a shower." She turned to leave, heart pounding with anticipation, then, hoping her voice sounded natural, she said, "Why don't I wash your back for you. You look so hot."
The youngster looked at her and, for an instant, she thought he could read her thoughts. It's a mistake, a voice screamed in her head. My God, what's the matter with me!
Getting control of herself, she pulled aside the shower curtain and reached for the bar of soap. He turned his head and giggled. "You're going to get all wet, Aunt Ruth."
She placed one hand on his shoulder and with the other started stroking his bare back with the soap, getting up a lather. Water sprayed over the front of her blouse and jeans.
"You're right," Ruth said. "I am getting all wet. Maybe if I take my clothes off and get into the shower with you. Only if you promise not to peek."
He giggled. "Okay!" he said, evidently delighted with her suggestion.
"You don't mind if I wash more than just your back, do you, sweetheart?"…………..
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