Cam was an old soul trapped in a young man’s body. His parents were adamant about instilling morals and character that were more commonly absent in his generation. It seemed in the current society men no longer held opened doors for approaching folks or opened the car door for their potential life partners. Common decency was an age of the past and romanticism had been thrown out the window.

Starting at an early age, Cam’s parents built that character foundation by instilling work ethic at an early age for him. It started with chores on their family farm at the age of six to eventually owning his own yard maintenance business starting at age 16 when he could legally drive. He was motivated. Respected others regardless of their differences. And treated women with respect as he would want for his own mother and sister.

His sister Kristin was about to receive her degree in Architecture, while Cam stayed local to help tend to the farm and his yard business when not studying for his Ag degree. He had a few buckle bunnies come and go from time to time in his love life, but found he was better off focusing on building his career before settling down serious with any of them. He was only 19, and there was plenty of time to find love once priorities were out of the way.

It was a particular hot summer which wreaked havoc on the almond crop that year. It made his yard care business very challenging as his clients opted to conserve water and request for him to come less to manicure their landscapes. He lost three clients already that year, but Kristin called home and when she spoke to Cam she asked if he’d be interested in taking a new client. Of course.

Miss Riley was the aunt of Kristin’s college roommate. She was a widow on the other side of town whose husband died about 7 years prior to a battle with lung cancer. Their house was quite large and on an expansive lot, but she was a driven woman and didn’t mind tackling the outdoor duties that her husband used to manage. Once Kristin’s roommate heard wind of Cam’s business, she immediately thought it would be advantageous for him to take on the yard care to help her aunt out. Plus it wouldn’t hurt for her to get some socialization in her isolated routine.

Cam pulled up the circled driveway in his beat up Ford pickup. It was the one he’d steer while on his dad’s lap as the ranch hand on the back flatbed would peel bales of hay off for the trailing cows. He knocked on the cathedral like door, but no response had come. So he rang the door bell in which he could here scuffling feet and a “yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Miss Riley opened the door, and Cam was quite shocked at her mature, natural beauty. She was probably in her late 40’s to early 50’s, much younger than he expected as he heard her husband was a fairly older fellow. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail, and by the looks of her smudged tank top, jean shorts, and soiled hands it looked like she just came from the garden.

“Can I help you?” she said, sweat beaded on her brow.

“Umm, yes ma’am, my name is Cam Mercer, son of John and Carol Mercer, we own a farm on the other end of town,” he said. “I’m here because my sister Kristin is roommates with your niece Reagan, and she recommended I stop by as you could maybe use some help around your yard.”

“Oh, did she? She thinks I could use some help around here?” She sharply responded, Cam noticing a hint of animosity. “Well, I can carry my own around here, and I’m doing just fine.”

“I can see that ma’am. The yard looks immaculate, just I promised I’d come by to offer my services. I’m sure there’s other things you can prioritize your time, and I can also use the work.” He confides.

“Like I said, when it comes to the yard work, I think I have it covered,” she blurts while sizing up Cam. “Are you a builder?” Are you good with tools?”

“Yes ma’am, being raised on a farm you learn to be creative and make do with what you have. I’m sure I can help you in that area too,” Cam says with a hint of desperation.

“Ok, well, I’ve been wanting a greenhouse for my winter garden out back, but my husband never got around to it. But first things first, you must call me by my first name from here on. My name is Katrina,” she say sternly.

“Yes ma’am, I mean, Katrina,” he stammers.

“Ok, good, let me show you where I want it built. Also, I will show you the shed where my husband kept his tools. You can use whatever you need in there.” her voice cracks a little, and Cam catches a hint of her pain.

Katrina takes Cam through the house, and she offers him some sun-brewed tea before taking him out the back porch door. The house was meticulous and elegantly decorated with rustic trinkets. Walking down the porch steps Cam noticed her gardening tools awaiting her return next to the potted mums prepped to be transplanted in the nearby soil bed. Katrina points out the desired location of her greenhouse, and walks Cam further to the back of the property where the shed was located. Next to it was a lush garden of roses of every color imaginable. The sweet aroma floated on the slight breeze as bees work busily collecting their nectar while accidentally dusting their legs with the pollen. There was a brief moment where Cam noticed Katrina looking at the roses with pause and a hint of sorrow before telling him to return on Monday to begin work.

Two weeks had gone by, and Cam already had the foundation and framing erected. Now it was just inserting the acrylic panels that remained. Katrina stood from the kitchen window looking down on the progress Cam had made, when he began to pull his shirt up over his shoulders to seek reprieve from the sweltering heat. The beaming sun caught every bead of perspiration and accentuated every tone muscle that fleeced in his 19 year old muscular frame. Katrina’s hair follicles began to tingle as a rush permeated from her groin throughout her fingertips and toes. It had been so long since she had felt that feeling, that her eyes began to sting as she fought back her husband’s memory. She leaned into the counter to catch her wobbling gate only to find the pressure against her frontside a welcoming forgotten feeling. Her eyes closed as the warming sun beamed through the window onto her face, and she began to rock her hips against the countertop edge. The stiffened buttoned seam of her jeans was enough to pinpoint the shifting fabric over her swelling clit. Back and forth, slowly, the feeling of her husband’s hands emerged to grab onto her hips as his chest pressed closer into her back. She leaned her head to the side only to feel his stubble on his chin prickle her tender neck as it always did.

“Ma’am?” Cam asked from the back porch screen door.

Katrina was so lost she didn’t event hear the screen creak as it annoyingly does. “Ummm, what, what did you say, Cam?” She say’s flustered. A lone tear trickling down from the corner of her eye.

“I was just wondering if you prefer I stain or paint the greenhouse before I place the panels, ma’am.” Cam asked.

“Ummm, it doesn’t matter to me, whatever you think is best,” Katrina mummers as she recovers from her embarrassment. Her head reeling if Cam noticed her rubbing up against the counter. Did he see? How long was he there? “And by the way Cam, remember it’s Katrina,”

Katrina turned to Cam, his shirtless body gleaming with sweat and kissed by the weeks of summer sun. His abs firm and toned to reveal any slight movement when adjusting his posture. Her mind goes back to her husband from when they first met and seeing pictures of him when he was Cam’s age. She can almost feel her fingertips running over his contours and onto his bare chest. The tingling sensation coming back up through the floor, she tells Cam “there’s left over paint in the shed from when they did the house a few years back.” Cam turns to go on the hunt, while Katrina exhales a shaky sigh, but tension in her body remains.

Katrina goes upstairs, closes her bedroom door behind her, locks it, and begins to slip her unoccupied hand down the front of her jeans. Her fingertip met with instantaneous wetness as it traces her her labs and quickly swelling hood. Suddenly, a loud crash can be heard from outside. She immediately rushes downstairs and out the back door. She approaches the shed to find Cam lying on the ground completely covered in old paint and whatever stored liquid existing that came down with the fallen, rickety shelf. Katrina acted quickly, and grabbed the nearby shop towels to drape Cam in them as she assisted him up on his feet. “C’mon, I got you, I’m taking you to the shower.”

They both carefully meandered through the bottom floor and to the guest shower in the hall. Careful to not damage her pristine floors, she placed Cam entirely in the shower with towels and all. She turned on the water, “wait, my phone and wallet,” he says frantically. His jeans were tight to begin with, but with paint and water starting to soak into them it was near impossible for Katrina to remove the items from their pockets. “I can’t get them out,” she says pointedly. Without hesitation she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She slipped down his threads and began to spray what she could off his body with the shower wand. She gave him a bar of soap to begin scrubbing, and doused her body wash on him to assist in scrubbing off the paint. His eyes still closed, they both began to laugh at the event that had unfolded. Her eyes began to appreciate his physique as much as her hands were too. His eyes soon became clear to open which he looked at her. Her white tank top soaked, and remnants of watered-down paint splattered on her olive skin. Cam couldn’t help but notice her cleavage that hints beneath the thingy veiled top. Her hands still spreading the soap on his body, the realization of her longing desire to feel another man is no longer a fantasy. She feels wrong, but her overwhelming desire supersedes her conscience. He was a boy, but a man stood before her.

What wasn’t realized is when she pulled Cam’s jeans off that also included his briefs. She looks down, and sees Cam’s soapy cock beginning to swell as he notices her silent desperation, but her hold on his muscular body cannot let go. She looks up, his eyes locked onto hers, he takes his hand and pull her chin closer to him. Their lips touch and a tidal wave of electricity flows through her body and grounds out to the shower floor. Cam picks up Katrina into his arms, and her toned legs squeeze around his back. She can feel his swelling manhood throb against her bottom as she nestles her hips deep into his lower abdomen finding the handy stiff seam of her shorts again. Cam peels off her top and unlatches her bra in one quick swoop. His lips immediately encapsulate her nipples as they stiffen in arousal. It had been so long since a pair of lips have come home to her areolas that it was slightly an enjoyable pain. Cam sat down on the nearby shower bench where Katrina could feel his entire strength as she grind in his lap. Her nails clawed at Cam’s back and she eagerly needed him inside her.

That very moment Cam rolled her over on the bench, removed her soaked shorts, and got to praying between Katrina’s thighs. Her pussy dripping its nectar onto his tongue in anticipation for the ravaging she was soon to receive. Cam lightly teased her sweltering rosy lips before hitting the holy grail up top as Katrina’s hand pressed the back of his head pressing him closer. With every flick of his tongue on her hood sent a jolt throughout Katrina body. No longer able to subside her desire to be filled, Katrina pulled Cam up from his subservient position, and she gripped his veiny cock to take what she had longed for. She gave a few strokes for good measure before guiding him into her sizzling mound. His thick head found no trouble busting through her slippery gates, and he slid slowly until all of his length had her gasp in acceptance. Their bodies now completely naked, the shower water felt lukewarm compared to the heat they emitted. Katrina’s at first tight grip began to relax with each thrust from Cam. Her juices glistened on his cock and slowly dripped down his sack helping to accentuate the smacking applause of their body’s desire to be intertwined together as one. Cam could begin to feel a swelling pressure from within Katrina like her body was trying to reject him and push him out. Her eyes began to roll, and her vaginal walls gripped even harder around his base. Silky gushes flowed on Cam’s base and down his thighs as he continued to pump feverishly. Feeling her squirting convulsions followed by uncontrollable yelps sent Cam over the top into his own ecstasy. His cock swelled to its max and his balls started to buckle. He slowed his stride as his cock plunged deep and his convulsions filled every crevice inside Katrina. Her nails deep in his back as her rigid body seized, Cam’s grip on her hips did not loosen as to not lay waste any of his batter. They remained there on the shower seat momentarily, soaked in water and bonded in each other’s fluid. When the erotic haze had lifted, they looked into each other deeply not wanting the moment to end. Finally, Katrina breaks the silence, and asks “how about you stay for dinner tonight?”