Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 13:50:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barbara-1

All through high school I made summer money by mowing
lawns.  I always had lots of work, probably mostly
because people are surprised when a girl comes to the
door with a lawn mower.  I like mowing lawns because
it keeps me fit and healthy.  I am five-foot six, with
wispy blonde hair down almost to my waist.  On hot
summer work-days I wear a halter top over my firm
little breasts, short shorts on my slim hips, work
boots at the end of my long, strong legs, and lots of
number 15 sun block on my pale skin.

I can charge more for bigger lawns, so my regular beat
is a wealthy neighborhood.  Last week I knocked on the
door of a new house, and after a few minutes a lady
came to the door, dressed in a housecoat and a towel
on her head. I guess she was in the shower.  She
seemed to be in her thirties, the kind of person who
would be a good teacher, and she gave her name as
Angela.  I gave her my sales pitch, and she took me
around to the back yard where I sized up the job and
gave her a quote.  There was a pretty girl a little
older than me, sitting on a lawn chair.  She had
shoulder-length brown hair, a fuller figure than mine,
and a bikini bottom.  No top.  Angela introduced her
as her daughter, Amy.

I started slapping on the sun block, as mother and
daughter sat talking across the yard.  I could see
them watching as I made sure all the exposed parts of
me were covered.  As I turned and bent over to start
the mower, Amy called out to me, "Hey lawn-mower girl,
want to make double your money?"

"My name is Barb, and what, you want some other
gardening done?"

"No" she called back, "Just do it naked!"  Well, most
of me was exposed to the sun anyway, so I quickly
decided the shorts and halter-top could go.  I peeled
off the top, and began rubbing the sun block on my
exposed tits.  I made a show of it, pinching my
nipples so they stood erect and proud.  This started a
warm feeling in my pussy.  A warm and wet feeling.  I
reached down inside my shorts, fingering my clit
through my panties.  It felt so good, and I could tell
that watching me was turning on mother and daughter.
I could have just taken off shorts and panties in one
smooth move, but that would have spoiled the show, so
I started to inch the shorts down, swaying my hips
from side to side.  As the shorts got half way down my
thighs, I stopped.  It was time to reach inside my
panties again, as my audience leaned forward to see
the outline of my fingers probing into my moist cunt.
I stood there in the bright sunlight with my bare
boobs and my shorts half off, and rubbed by clit to a
delicious orgasm.  Wave after wave of pleasure swept
up my body.  My hands had a will of their own,
alternately pinching and rubbing and caressing my
clit, then reaching into my pussy for more of the
juices which were flowing freely onto my fingers.

I slid my panties down to join my shorts, then turned
away to give them a view of my ass, as I bent over,
pushing my shorts and panties to the ground, and gave
them a little wiggle of my firm ass cheeks, with a
pink little rosebud between. Amy called out; "My mom
needs some of that sun-block.  Can you help out?" So I
grabbed the tanning lotion and approached the two.
Angela pulled the towel off her head, letting loose a
huge tumble of auburn hair.  Then she shrugged out of
that housecoat, revealing an amazing body.  Her
breasts were as firm as mine were, but they were a lot
bigger.  They pointed straight out, with big nipples
that demanded to be sucked.  Her waist was as slim as
mine was, but her hips were wide enough to be
motherly.  Her pubic hair proudly proclaimed that she
was a natural redhead.


Angela just stood in a pose, hands on hips with one
knee thrust slightly forward.  Amy took my sun block
and started on her mother's shoulder.  "You take the
other side." she told me.  This was crazy.  I'd never
touched a naked woman before.  But this was also an
adventure.  So there I was, massaging lotion into the
body of a gorgeous woman I'd just met.  Amy sucked her
mom's nipple into her mouth, and motioned me to suck
the other one.  I teased that nipple with my tongue,
swirling tip around tip, as her bud grew harder, and
my mouth hungrier.  I tried to gobble that breast
whole, but it was too big.  So I licked around and
around, occasionally darting in to the center to give
little bites


Slowly, my nervousness and embarrassment started to be
replaced with a warmth that started in my pussy and
spread outward through my whole body.  Angela's head
fell back and she started to moan as our hands moved
over her body.  I knelt and started to rub the lotion
into her firm ass.

"Do her pussy!" urged Amy.  So I nervously reached to
that mound of reddish hair.  "Rub it hard!" Amy
commanded, but it wasn't necessary.  That warmth in my
cunt had become a definite heat, and I was getting wet
as well.  I got some more lotion on my fingers, and
started to probe Angela's slit.  I brushed against her
clit, and Angela shook and moaned louder.  My finger
probed the entrance to her vagina, as Amy instructed
me, "Stick it in there!  Stick two fingers in there!
Make her come!"

So I did!  Under Amy's expert guidance I slid two,
then three fingers in and out of Angela's cunt.  It
was hot and wet and slippery with her sex juices and
my tan-lotion.  My thumb continually bumped against
Angela's clitoris as she squirmed and moaned. The end
came all at once.  A great gush of cunt-juice soaked
my hand as Angela howled and her knees buckled.  I
guess Amy knew this would happen, as she caught her
falling mother and guided her into the lawn chair.

Amy turned to me.  "Did you like it?"

Whew!  Yes, I liked it!

"Then come over here on the grass, and help me out of
this thing."   She indicated the bikini bottom she was
still wearing.  I glanced at Angela, but she called,
"You kids go ahead.  I'll just watch."

So I knelt down in front of Amy.  My hands slid up her
thighs, then tugged down those panties.  Her mound was
completely bald!

"My mom keeps me shaved!" giggled Amy.  She lay down
on her back, pulling me down with her.  It seemed so
natural to kneel over her face, and bend over to touch
those naked pussy lips with my tongue.  I tried to go
slowly at first, sliding my tongue between her inner
and outer lips, but the heady aroma of her cunt juices
drew me to lap them up.  It was exciting and exotic to
slide my lips across that slippery hairless mound.

Amy was not so slow.  Almost immediately she was
licking, probing at my vaginal opening.  Wow!  She had
a long tongue!  It reached deep inside me, then
wiggled around in a way that gave huge pleasure.  So I
tried to do the same for her.  She sucked my clit into
her mouth, sending bolts of ecstasy through me; so I
teased her clitoris between my teeth, flicking my
tongue quickly back and forth across it, and we both
dissolved into mad licking and sucking and moaning.  I
think we both screamed as we ground our pelvises into
each other's faces, and our orgasms hit at the same
time, gushing cunt juices, which we eagerly lapped up.
 I fell off of Amy in exhaustion, as Angela applauded,
"Bravo!"

As I recovered, Angela told me about the perfect job
for a lawn-mower girl.  They were both members of an
exclusive women's country club, which had acres of
golf course and other garden, which needed tending.  I
should show up tomorrow morning and ask to see Helen,
the personnel director.

So the next day I found the club, a large spread in
the suburbs, surrounded by a high stone wall.  The
only place someone could see in was through the main
gate, where I met a pert security guard in a crisp
white uniform.  Apparently I was expected, as she
directed me down a concrete path which wandered among
beautiful oaks and maples.  I came to a tidy cottage,
with a small sign on the door, "Personnel Office,
Please Enter".  So I did.

I entered a room that looked like the reception area
at an expensive law firm, with quietly tasteful chairs
and a few magazines.  A pretty secretary rose from
behind a mahogany desk.  She wore a little white
tennis dress, and white tennis shoes.  She extended a
hand, "Hi, I'm Wendy.  We all use first names here.
You must be Barb.  Angela has told us all about you,
and I do mean All!"

I started to blush and reply, but she carried right
on, "A recommendation from Angela is of course very
good, but I'm sure you will understand that we must
check out your qualifications ourselves.  Now let me
take you in to see Helen, our personnel director."

If the reception room was tasteful, Helen's office was
breathtaking.  One entire far wall was window,
overlooking the fairway of a golf course, with a water
trap glinting in the sunlight, and a beautifully
groomed green beyond.  Inside, well off to the right
so as not to interrupt the view, was a work desk, wide
but delicate, and expensive.  To the left was a small
group of armchairs gathered around a coffee table.  In
one of these sat a smart-looking woman in a beige
linen suit.

Wendy introduced us, then Helen spoke, "I'm sure you
can learn to drive our lawn tractors, but I must be
sure you fill our other qualifications.  Are you ready
for your employment test?"

I said I certainly was, then Helen instructed me,
"Good, then remove Wendy's dress!"  After being
referred by Angela, I should have been ready for this.
 I looked at Wendy, who gave me a little smile.  So I
went to her and started to unzip the zipper, which ran
the entire front of her dress.  I reached and pushed
it off her shoulders, so that it fell in a white
puddle around her feet, revealing a tiny perfect body.
 She didn't need a bra, but she wore one anyway; a
little wisp of transparent fabric that held up
nothing, but served to frame tiny pink nipples.  Her
panties were made of the same cloth, revealing a curly
blonde patch that matched her hair.

"Suck her nipples!" commanded Helen, and so I reached
to undo the bra.  "No!  Do it through the cloth!"   So
I bent and took those tiny buds into my mouth.  I let
my hands tease and pinch the nipple that my lips
weren't at.  Wendy moaned and swayed, and her hands
reached for her panties.  "Now move down and suck her
clit!" Helen ordered.
So I knelt as Wendy stood with feet apart, and tried
to reach her clitoris through the wispy cloth. I
sucked those panties into my mouth, until they were
loose enough that I could suck her little love bud
into a fold of panty, and into my mouth. I sucked and
I licked and I probed with my tongue, pushing that
fabric into every fold of Wendy's pussy.  Soon she
began to shake, clutching at my hair to keep her
balance.  Then with a restrained cry, she came,
soaking her panties with a juice I eagerly sucked at.


Then Helen instructed me to stand up, and to close my
eyes and keep them closed. With closed eyes, I felt
hands on me, removing my own shirt, skirt and panties.
 Those hands touched and grasped at me, making me more
excited.

Then Helen's voice directed me to bend over, resting
my shoulders on the back of an armchair.  Light
finger-touches and damp licks started at the backs of
my knees.  They worked their way up the backs and
insides of my thighs, and I felt two tongues meeting
at my ass-hole, gently licking at it and each other.
Gradually one tongue then another became more
insistent, probing forcefully at that back entrance.
I was totally turned on, and my cunt must have been
all red and puffed to their gaze, begging for a finger
or mouth to bring me to orgasm.  But they ignored it,
focussing totally on my rectum.  Then suddenly they
stopped.  I was given permission to stand up and open
my eyes.  Helen instructed Wendy to get me a uniform,
which turned out to be the same tennis dress, wispy
undies, and tennis shoes as she wore.

Wendy explained that all junior staff wore white, so
that anyone wearing colored clothes was a member,
guest, or senior staff.  I was hired as a gardener,
but if anyone wearing colored clothing asked me to
interrupt my regular duties to provide personal
services, I was to obey her.
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To Kevin, who asked for "definitely one more time with
that gardener by the pool" in my Margaret series, I
hope you you like the result.