Lawn Mowing Leads to Show Leads to Semi-Public JO

In the summer between grades 11 and 12, I would earn extra money by mowing lawns reasonably close to our house in the Vancouver area. One weekend, I wasn’t having much luck in the fairly wealthy section of town in which we lived - people weren’t home, their lawns had already been mowed, etc. I decided I would throw the lawn mower into the back of the family station wagon and try my luck in the very wealthy area of the British Properties across the Lion’s Gate Bridge in West Vancouver. It was a nice drive and rich people always had chores to be done that they would just throw money at. Right?

I headed into the BP and it was looking like a waste of time. I’d knock on doors where cars were parked in the driveway, but nobody was buying. A couple of people asked how much I’d want, and when I suggested the (low!) minimum wage of the times, they’d more or less laugh and send me on my way. Maybe rich people were rich for a good reason!

I was just about to give up and go home, but I decided to try one last place. From the street you could see it had a big back lawn that would take a while to do and could result in a decent payday. I went up to the door and it was answered by a pretty, toned, woman in her later 30s or more. Unlike her neighbours she wasn’t totally cheap and quickly agreed on my fee. As I turned to get the mower and stuff, she said she’d stay in the house and get ready for her husband to come home, and that she might even sunbathe in the backyard. I must admit my perpetually horny teenage cock chubbed up as I daydreamed about what could happen.

Round and round that big backyard I went and as it was hot out, I took off my shirt - all part of the fantasy! I could see the woman of the house moving from room to room - maybe she was scoping me out! Between my adolescent dreams and the vibrations of the lawnmower, I got totally erect and could even feel my balls and perineum charging up. I looked for somewhere to masturbate, but realized that if I turned off the mower it would attract attention and that it would be dangerous because of the slope of the yard if I left it running while I jacked off behind a tree or something. The dilemmas of youth!

I’d finally finished except for a section by the side of the house. On the first pass, it was clear that a bedroom was at the end - the drapes were wide open. A few passes later as I went past, I could see the woman was in the room and heard/saw me go by. The next pass, she was lying on the bed with her fingers working her snatch. I got a brief but nice look at a substantial bush and some wet, meaty cunt lips as her shorts were pulled halfway down her thighs. The next pass, it looked like she was well on her way to orgasm as her fingers were moving faster and faster and she had that blissful, near O-face going on. The next time I came past, she was gone.

I finished up, put the mower and trimmer back in the car, and knocked on the door to get my money with my shorts blatantly tented by my hard young cock. The woman answered with a flushed face and erected nipples poking through her t-shirt, glanced obviously at my big hard-on, and went to get my money from inside the house. She handed it to me, including a big tip, and closed the door in my face without a word.

I had to take care of my throbbing cock and remembered that I’d passed a big shopping center at the the bottom of the long hill that led up to the Properties. I pulled into a lot behind the Woodward’s department store and found a spot a little ways away from most of the other cars. Thank god my mom always kept paper towels and wet wipes in the glove-box. I put some on the seat beside me and got to work!

I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and started to masturbate. I drew nice, slick pre-cum within a minute and lubed my cock up good with some steady, experienced stroking. I had to stop a few times for safety’s sake when it looked like someone was coming towards the car, but it was to my advantage as I edged a bit through the tried-and-true stop-and-start routine. Finally, I just had to get my nut and I couldn’t have held back if the entire West Vancouver Police Department had screeched up.

I closed my eyes and beat my meat harder and faster, while going under my t-shirt to pinch my nipples to attention. I feverishly recalled the pussy I’d seen moments before and reached down to squeeze my balls, drawn-up in anticipation of a thorough draining. Even way back then I loved the sight of my big ejaculation spurting out my cock, so I forced my eyes open. I hit the glory stroke and came like a horse.

I squirted thick, white cum everywhere - all over my belly, all over my chest, all over the dashboard, and even shot a big rope that hit my face. The cum lasted a long time and I had to rest for a bit before I wiped up my jism, pulled up my clothes, and went on my merry way.

My balls kind of ached the rest of the day, but it sure didn’t stop me from having a good jackoff session in my bed that night!