I was in high school and wasn’t even old enough to get a drivers license yet, so to earn money, I cut grass and did yard work around my neighborhood. I had about 10 customers and one of them was this really old woman who was widowed and she apparently had a very rich husband at one time because she hed the biggest house in the area and a big yard to go with it. She even had a swimming pool and hot tub.

I spent at least a half day every Saturday doing just her yard work and she paid me very well and I think she thought I was a sweet young man because she told me that every time I saw her when I did the grass there.

One day, it was in late July, hot as hell and I was sweating my guts out from the heat and humidity here in Florida and she came out and offered me a glass of iced tea! I accepted it and while I drank it down, she said I looked all sweaty and if I liked, I was welcome to jump in her pool to cool off. I accepted the offer and told her I would as soon as I was done with the yard work. She smiled and went back in the house and I did my work and finished up.

I would always knock on her back door to tell her when I was done and she would pay me. When she came to the door, she reminded me about the pool and I said I would love to jump in and cool off. She said that was fine but she would like it if I would shower off real quick first to keep the water clean and not get sweat and grass clipping all in it. We both laughed and I agreed and she said to follow her to the shower. I assumed she just wanted me to use her garden hose but no, she insisted I use the down stairs shower and to use soap, her words. I was a little nervous about going in her house but I followed her inside and just to the right, by the back sliding doors, was a guest room with a shower. It was really a bigger shower stall than I had ever seen in a house and she turned the water on and adjusted the shower head.

She left for a second and returned with a towel and handed me a bar of soap. I thanked her and assumed she would close the bathroom door but she didn’t and she just stood there looking at me. I asked her did she want me to shower now, hoping she would take the hint, and close the fucking door, but she didn’t and she told me to go ahead and get in the shower. I was a little freaked out the way she just stood there. I think she realized that and she told me that she’s seen a thousand naked young boys, having raised three sons and for me to not worry about her seeing me naked. I still was really nervous and didn’t know what to do, but before I could say anything, she walked over to me and started pulling my sweaty t-shirt up over me head. I let her do it and then she told me to get my dirty shorts and underwear off and that she would get me some shampoo to use.