This is a totally true account of my summer, if you think it isn\\\'t think how much I was pincing myslef! My name is Sean and back in the summer (June 2007 to be precise) I was lucky enough to pick up a gardening job for a well-healed couple living nearby me. I was 19 at the time (20 now) and on summer holiday from uni. They lived at a former farmhouse eon a sunny hillside away from the village. It was the husband who met my when I went up for an informal chat – he was in his mid forties and obviously had some important job in the city that meant he wasn’t around too much. He mentioned his wife but she was away for a fortnight, due back in ten days. Cut a long sotry short, I was to come up every other day at around 11 and mow the lawn, do any weeding and all the watering which looked like a two/three hour job in all. Until his wife got back I would be alone and was entrusted with keys to the garage. The pay was surpisingly good. So I went up the next day and in the hot summer midday sun was forced to strip to my boxers as the sweat poured off me. I hoped to get a nice body tan and the idea of being almost naked in a public place – I was easily viewable from the quiet lane going past the house. As I neared the end of my tasks that day a convertible car with two tanned, sunglass-sporting blondes rolled past on the lane; they slowed on seeing some young male flesh and giggled and called me over. The girl in the passenger seat rolled her tongue and pouted at me coquettishly as the driver chatted flirtily. My cock instantly went rock hard at the idea of being nearly naked by these two fitties. The ladies both saw this instantly, burst out laughing and sniggering. The driver leaned into her friend and whispered in her ear, while looking me in the eyes. As she did so her friend looked more closely at my galvanised tool and her raised her eyebrows and nodded. She beckoned me over. “Give me your hand” she demanded, looking me squarely in the eyes. I did as commanded. She took a pen from between her legs on the seat and wrote a mobile number on the back of my hand. “Give us a call big boy” she said grinning and running the tip of her tongue along her front teeth. With that her friend slammed her font down and with a grit-spraying pull away they were gone. Her friend look back as they rounded the bend and blew a pouting kiss. Wow!! I added the number to my phone instantly, under the name ‘blonde fitties’ as neither had told me their name – though they had asked me mine. My dick was still rock hard. The parting word of Ms. Passenger made my head spin with delirium “BIG BOY!!” I’d often thought I must be big a my one previous girlfriend, who I’d split with 18 months previous (no action since) had always wanted me to go gently, and my measurement of 7.5” made me feel like I might be biggish, as I often heard people refer to ‘six inches’ when talking about dicks. And now this. I stood on the patio by my employers’ pool and got my new pride and joy out and quickly flicked a load of cum out into the clear water. I attempted to return but had to wank again, and did so twice more before finally finishing up and heading home for a shower and plenty of aftersun. Disaster struck later that evening when my phone got knocked into the sink while washing up (forced to by my older sister) It was totally screwed, and having washed the number off my arm when in the shower, I had lost the fittie’s number for good. I was totally gutted, but thought they might call by again eventually so kept a bit of hope. I carried on in my job every other day, happier now I knew I had a decent sized dick. It made me very keen on continuing to work next-to-naked, and I had bought some tight white boxers that hugged my package. I would frequently walk to the large conservatory and stand side-on to admire myself. I would also work naked on occasion when further down the garden. I got a real thrill from it. I would see the husband occasionally when I turned up in the morning but I had forgotten about his wife – really weirdly as I have a massive thing for older women and often wank myself off thinking about being a toyboy. One day I had been working for an hour or so, not having seen the husband on arriving. I was down to my tight white briefs and my now deep bronzed torso was beginning to perspire under the 11 o’clock sun. In the course of my work I turned when half way down the garden, to see a dark brunette lady in her early forties standing by the pool behind the house. Wow!! This must be Mrs. I thought excitedly. She had on a bright light blue bikini and had her hair up. She had strong looking thighs and a cracking looking pair of tits. My normal shyness began to hit me but she waved for me to come up. I felt my package begin to swell. As I got closer I realised with delirium that she looked very much like the actress who plays George in the daytime soap ‘Doctors’. She smiled friendlily and a tad flirtily and slipped a hand round my back as a greeting. She introduced herself as Cath and seemed to know full well who I was. While beginning to chat she slipped a succinct and flashing glance at my crotch in the manner of one used to doing so, but I caught her and blushed. She smiled and told me I had no reason whatsoever to be embarrassed, while sliding her hand up and down my back slightly and looking into my eyes and grinning. She told me I’d better get back to my work, and turned away, smoothly slipping her hand over the side of my torso as she moved away. I turned too and glanced back to see her closing her eyes and lying her head back on the pool side as she slid into the pool. I knew I couldn’t screw this up I thought, so I quickly started to think up ways to impress upon this woman of my teenage fantasies. I made it my aim to take any opportunity to impress her in a gentlemanly fashion while also showing myself up for being corrupted. I decided to work out and allow her to ‘notice’ the package which impressed her so much as often as possible, in the sure knowledge that her resistance would soon give out. Her husband, a few years older than her, was ok but nothing to challenge my young, physical specimen. So I decided that once I’d finished up I would ask if I could get her anything or if she has anything else she wanted me to do. Ten minutes later I was walking back up te rolling lawn happy with what I would say. Nothing could have prepared me for what was to follow……