Youth and Maturity

The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stack after stack of heavy bricks were laid painstakingly slowly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shirt stick to his body. His shaggy brown hair was matted back in his drenched ball cap. Covered in dust and grime from head to toe, the moment was almost upon him. He glanced yet again at the clock, relieved to see time was almost up. Three, two, one; the unmistakable sound of the whistle blowing gave Ryan a surge of excitement and relief all at once. The weekend had finally arrived.

"Hell yah," he rejoiced as he stretched his body and took off towards the office to collect his weekly check.

The company Ryan worked for made cement landscaping products and when people asked how he liked it, he only replied, "It's a summer job, thank God."

Ryan worked ten hour days from Monday until Thursday. Five-thirty am till three-thirty pm, slaving in the heat of summer. Friday's were half days, to his relief, in which all employees left at noon. The work paid well, but it was hard. The physical labor left Ryan with a great physique, one that he didn't need to maintain in a weight room like he did when he was away at college. As he opened the office door, a blast of cool air hit him like a train, taking away his breath. He stood in line with the rest of the employees awaiting their pay. A pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders, making him jump.

"Geez dude relax. Were you thinking of getting your dick sucked or something?" sneered his friend Andy.

"Bite me asshat." He retorted with a laugh.

"What are you going to do with the rest of your Friday?"

Ryan playfully punched his friend in the chest, and said, "Heading down to the river, you in?"

"Damn I wish I could, but I'm going to the cabin this weekend. Looks like you'll have to enjoy it all alone, just you and your fantasies," remarked Andy with a punch right back.

"Fuck you, I got beer on ice and my fishing rod all set up. I'll be just fine by myself." The two young men laughed and high fived.

They got their checks and walked out to the parking lot together. After waving goodbye to Andy, Ryan hopped in his car and headed to the bank. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into his driveway. He stepped into the mud room and unlaced his boots. Stripping down to his underwear, he put his work clothes in the hamper and headed for the bathroom. After a quick rinse of all the day's work off his body and a change into a pair of cargo shorts and a cutoff t shirt, he retrieved his needed items for a relaxing afternoon of getting buzzed and catching fish. He grabbed his playmate cooler, his tackle box and fishing pole, and slung a camping chair over his back. Satisfied with what he had, he began his trek towards his favorite fishing spot.

The river sat behind Ryan's house through a patch of woods, about four hundred yards beyond his back patio door. From the edge of his backyard, the woods started to dip down a small ridge. He followed a little foot path he had worn down from years of travel to and from the river. Following the path down the ridge, the ground soon leveled off at the bottom to an old horse trail. From there, a short walk on the trail brought him to an old fence and gate from many years past. He had never seen anyone use the trail before, but he knew there was a small horse farm back up the trail a ways, just a short drive from his neighborhood. Ryan passed through the open gate and stepped into his sanctuary.

The woods opened to the end of the trail into a small, grassy clearing along the bank of the river. The river itself was only a backwater to a much larger waterway. Across from Ryan's vantage point sat a sandy beach that extended out almost halfway into the water. The rest of the bank was surrounded by dense woods leaving the place very secluded from any human intrusion.

Ryan set down his cooler and stretched his sore arms and shoulders. He set up his chair and found a Y-shaped stick to rest his pole in. He baited his line and cast out into the water. He placed the pole into the crook of the Y-stick and sat down in his chair. Reaching into his cooler, he cracked open one of his beers and took a long swig.

"It doesn't get any better than this." Letting out a sigh of relief.

The June sun beat down on him as he sat and watched his line in the water. A slight breeze blew in the air, giving him nearly perfect relief from the humidity. He quickly guzzled down the rest of the beer and placed the can back in his cooler, retrieving another one. Suddenly his pole began to bob up and down. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed the rod and pulled back hard, set the hook. The snag on his reel began to whine and grind as the fish took off away from him. Ryan battled against the fish, reeling hard and making sure the line was tight. After nearly a ten minute struggle, Ryan was able to get the big catfish up on the shore.

"It has to be at least ten pounds," he remarked to himself. As the slimy beast flopped around.

Pulling the hook free with a set of plyers, he released the fish, rebaited his hook, and cast back into the water. Ryan cleaned his hands with the rag on his tackle box and sat down. That was one of the biggest fish he'd ever caught in the backwater. He was disappointed nobody was around to see it. He cracked open another beer to celebrate. The warm sun and cold beer, mixed with the hard fought battle with the catfish, made his eyes start to burn. He fought to stay awake, but slowly let them close as he drifted off.

His eyes squinted open when he thought he heard the whinny of a horse. How long have I been asleep, he thought. He stood up and peered out at his pole, noticing no change since he closed his eyes, he leaned over his cooler for another beer.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" came a voice from behind, scaring the life out of Ryan.

He tensed up and whirled around, suddenly being blinded by a ray of sunlight. Covering his eyes with a hand, he squinted to see the silhouette of a woman standing near the fence, a saddled horse was tied to one of the gate posts behind her.

"Well, are you going to answer my question?" The woman sternly asked.

She had definitely startled him enough to cause his first few words to shake out of his mouth. "I...i'm jjust ddoing some fishing," he stuttered.

"I can see that," the woman said in an icy tone, "why are you on my property?"

Ryan had always thought about who owned the property, but after so many years of fishing and swimming there without seeing anyone else, he figured the owners weren't around.

"I'm so sorry for trespassing, I've been coming down ever since I was a kid. My name is Ryan Underwood, I live in the cul-de-sac just up the ridge through the woods."

The woman glared at him and her icy tone seemed to melt some. "Sorry I scared you, I haven't rode this trail in years. I just was startled to find someone down here.

"I come down here quite a bit in the summertime," He responded back.

"I'm just glad that someone is getting some use out of this old clearing again. My name is Rebecca Johnson, Becky for short. I own the horse farm down river from here."

She started to approach him and he thought for a second he recognized her. As she got closer, the sun revealed her fully. Ryan felt the sensation of blood rushing between his legs. His member stirring in his shorts. The woman looked to be in her early thirties. She had wavy blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Between two hazel eyes sat a perfectly sculpted nose. She had on a tan crop top that laced up from the front. It was decorated with white and turquoise beads, giving it a Native American style to it. The top few strings weren't tied as tightly as the bottom ones and this revealed an amble amount of cleavage from very eye popping breasts. She had lightly tanned skin and a taut stomach revealing the fact that she must have worked out often. Her riding jeans were skin tight all the way down to two light brown cowboy boots. She was drop dead gorgeous. Grade-A MILF material.

They shook hands and Becky stole a quick glance and smirked. As she moved away from him towards the shore and his fishing pole, Ryan wondered, what was she smirking about? He looked down and his face immediately turned beat red. The bulge of his crotch was very noticeable through his cargo shorts up close. Looking up didn't help his case any. She was standing on the edge of the bank looking out at the river. Her skin tight jeans showing off a perfect heart shaped ass, one that would bring a man to his knees. He tried to readjust quickly, just before she turned back around.

"How has the fishing been today," she asked curiously.

"It's been slow going so far, but I managed to haul one in that was around ten pounds."

"Wow, I haven't caught one like that in a long time." She walked over towards his chair and examined the rest of his set up. "I love catching big ones," she said with a smile.

I'll bet you love to catch big ones, especially in your mouth and pounding you're pu... "Do you do a lot of fishing?" He said out loud, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from his mind.

"No, not much anymore. I use to come down to this very spot with my dad and sister years ago. We would sit right her on the bank and fish all day long. I use to hangout down here all the time and go swimming with my friends too, but ever since I took over the farm, I haven't had much time to enjoy myself."

"I knew it had to be used at some point in time, but I didn't know by who. I guess I figured out that mystery," chuckled Ryan, fantasizing about her swimming with her friends with a little less clothing on than just a bikini.

"You said you've been coming down here since you were a kid?" She asked.

"Yep since I was about thirteen. So that would be about eight years now."

"You're twenty-one huh? So the beer in your cooler was bought legally then?" she grinned.

"You'd better believe it, no better way to spend a hot day on the river than with some cold brews. Would you care for one; you are of legal age aren't you?" he poked back with a smile.

She giggled and then busted out laughing. "Young man I'm old enough to be your mother! I'll take a beer what the hell."

He handed her a cold one from his cooler, wondering just how old she really was. Old enough to be my mom, that would put her damn near 40, he thought. She cracked open the can and took a long pull before releasing it from her lips. Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled, touching the cold can to the side of her neck.

"Oh yah that hits the spot," she let out in a sultry manner.

Ryan's already hard cock jumped in his shorts at her actions and the sound of her tone. He was already beginning to think about his many late night fantasies he was going to be having about this woman when he was jolted back to reality by her voice.

"Huh, what was that again?" he asked.

She smiled asking again, "Did you ever have Mrs. Jennings while you were going to school?"

Mrs. Jennings was the high school's walking wet dream. She had dark brown hair that was always done up. Curvy hips that accented a slight belly from several pregnancies. Being pregnant, however, increased her breast sized immensely. She always dressed conservatively, but due to her increased chest size, she occasionally had to leave one or two blouse buttons open, revealing enough eye candy for any horny high schooler to spank his monkey to till the end of days. Ryan beat his meat quite often to the thought of his former biology teacher.

"I did have her as a teacher," remarked Ryan, "I had her my junior year right before she got pregnant again."

Becky laughed, "Sometimes I think they don't even own a TV."

Ryan gave her a puzzled grin. She took his facial expression as a, I have no idea what you're talking about, look.

"Sorry," she said, "Mrs. Jennings or Rachel that is, she's my twin sister."

Ryan's face lit up as he put two and two together, both who she was and the sexual remark she made. He thought he recognized her, but he was really recognizing Mrs. Jennings from his high school days. He always envied her husband, the man who got to play with those big, juicy melons.

He began to laugh. "When you first walked up here, I thought I knew you, but it appears it was your sister that I was remembering."

"We do look a lot alike, the only way people could tell us apart when we were younger was the fact that I have blonde hair and Rachel's is brown. Now that we've gotten older, people can tell us apart more easily."

"How so?" asked Ryan. Even though he clearly knew the answer.

She squinted at him and then gave a crooked grin. "Well, Rachel has had three kids compared to my zero, which makes her a little bit more um...noticeable in some areas than me."

Ryan stole a quick glance down to her chest, staring straight at her immense cleavage. He immediately regretted looking, the flush on his face made his embarrassment quite obvious.

"See anything you like?" Becky asked with giggle.

Ryan was at a loss of words. It felt like his whole throat was barricaded shut. He tried to speak but couldn't come up with an answer. His only audible response was to squeak out a weak, "I'm sorry."

"For what? I'm flattered a young man like yourself give this old bag a second look."

He cleared his throat as his heartbeat began to flutter. "Are you kidding, you're gorgeous. You're a very attractive woman, if I would know you better, I would imagine that you're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. A man who could be with you would have to feel like a king."

Ryan gave her a nod and then was taken back by his own boldness. His face turning flushed yet again.

She blushed and gave him a big smile, "You're cute when you get embarrassed. I like it when a man is willing to take a chance."

Becky took a step closer to him, her heart began beating rapidly. A sudden tingling sensation coming from between her legs. She looked deep into the young man's eyes and then whispered something she never thought she would.

"What if I make you feel like a king?"

Ryan couldn't believe what he just heard. Caught off guard by her whisper, he locked his eyes with hers and saw nothing but pure lust. He took a step closer to her, still gazing into her hazel orbs. Wrapping both his trembling hands around the small of her back, he pulled her towards him. His pulsating cock, begged for release from his shorts. He pressed slowly against her, sending shock waves through both of them. Heartbeats thundered in eardrums and then, the levee of lust burst free from its confines. They wrapped their lips around each other and kissed urgently, with great passion. Becky's tongue tapped against Ryan's lips and he let it slide into his mouth, invading his space. Their tongues wrestled with one another in a wet, lustful embrace. They continued their battle until he pulled away from her mouth. Catching their breath, he began kissing down her cheek to her neck. His hungry kisses eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his partner.

He kissed over to the middle of her neck and then down towards her chest. Releasing his hands from behind her, he moved to the front to place his hands on her breasts. He slowly began massaging her grapefruits. Fondling her through the material of her top, Ryan found her nipples, each protruding visibly. He twirled his thumbs around them and then leaned in with his mouth. He gently flicked each nub with his tongue and then slowly picked up his pace. He lapped and sucked her through the outfit, until the cloth was soaked, receiving gasps and moans of pleasure from Becky. He felt her arms come up and bump his chin. Looking down he saw her hands reaching for the hem of her top. He released her breast from his mouth with a slurp. Becky pulled up more, as the sun engulfed her freshly exposed skin. Up and over her head went the crop top, coming to rest in the grass at her feet.

"Are you sorry for looking now?" she asked with a sexy grin, cupping both her hands under her breasts.

"Hell no, you're so fucking hot," he said, raising up and filling his palms with her soft flesh. "Make me a king," he exclaimed before diving back in for more.

Shivering to his touch, she squeaked, "You're naughty, I like that."

She took his face in her hands and lifted his lips to hers, embracing as she reach down to grab at the bottom of his cut-off. She tugged up, but was stopped by his arms massaging her breasts. He reluctantly released her bosom and raised his arms straight up in the air. Becky continued to pull up until his shirt was pulled free. She threw it off to the side and immediately reached for his shorts. She traced her palm along his length feeling it jump against her hand.

"Someone wants to play, better not keep him waiting," she coyly said, popping the button open and unzipping his fly.

She reached her hand inside his shorts and grasped him in her hand. Ryan let out a low growl as she gave his member a few long slow tugs. In one quick instant, she released him and pulled on his shorts. They dropped with ease and his cock sprang free.

Becky eyed up her prize and gave a devilish smile. "I'm going to enjoy this."

His cock wasn't the biggest or the thickest around by any means, but it was the nicest she'd seen in a very long time. She started to stroke him again, while he slipped off his shoes. One kick and then another, sent his shoes and shorts flying.

"Lie down," she commanded urgently.

He did as he was told, taking a seat and then reclining back, the soft grass tickling his back. She stood over him and undid the button of her jeans. She slid the zipper down, revealing the top of her white panties. Grasping her jeans at the hips, she began to shimmy them down until they just covered her sex. She gave a mischievous smile as she watched him grasp his cock and start jerking himself. His eyes wide with wonder and amazement, begging for more. She raised one leg and placed her boot covered foot on his thigh. Ryan quickly got the hint and with one hand stroking his cock, he placed his other on the back of her boot. They pulled in opposite directions and the suede boot slipped off. He slipped off her sock as she moved her other foot into position, the same process being repeated.

Once her boots were off, she took a step back. With hands still holding jeans, she pulled down past her sex. A little groan escaped Ryan's throat as he eyed up the noticeable wet spot. The white panties, quite transparent, showed her state of arousal. She pushed her jeans past her knees far enough where she could kick the rest of the way out. One leg and then the other, freeing her. She sank down to her knees and slowly crawled up his body. She kissed up his thigh, to his hip, and then over. Ryan stopped stroking himself and watched as she leaned in and planted a hot, wet kiss on the head of his engorged prick.

"Ahh fuck yah," he exhaled.

Becky continued to kiss down his member and then back up. She snaked out her tongue and licked him from his tip to his balls and back again. She wrapped a hand around his cock and slid his wet head into her mouth, sucking the dribble of pre-cum that had escaped. As she stroked and sucked, she slowly rotated her body. She moved her legs towards his head and as she continued her pleasant attack on his rod, she felt her panties being pulled from her ass. Farther and farther down the fabric stretched, until it couldn't move any farther. She straightened one leg back and the other bent forward, allowing Ryan to slip the panties down and off. With the panties off, He lifted his head and stuck his tongue out, lapping her clean, shaven sex. The vibrations he felt, assured him of her pleasure. As he tongued her lips, she continued to slip her hot mouth up and down his pulsating cock. In and out of her mouth it went. She would swallow down till her nose reached his balls and back to the tip. He lapped and sucked, making circle around her swollen nub. Swallowing the tangy nectar she released to him. Moans of pleasure escaping both of them. Suddenly, her hips began to buck and Ryan had to wrap his hands around her lower back to keep his attack going.