0 comments/ 19631 views/ 0 favorites Tending the Garden By: Dragonfly_Seeker It is the first weekend of spring, the sun is shining there's not a cloud to be found. It is a beautiful day. I am in the kitchen at the sink washing the breakfast dishes as I watch you tending to the backyard. You take such pride in your yard. The trees are well tended, the grass is green and lush all summer and fall. After I finish with the dishes I grab a sweater pour myself a cup of hot coco, and walk out onto the deck. You see me and smile. I enjoy watching you work in the yard. As you continue to clean up the debris, I finish my coco and head down to see if you want any help. "Hi, can I help with anything?" "Sure, you can pick up the branches and toss them in the pile." I walk around the yard picking up what branches I can. When the yard is clear you walk over to the pile and start a fire. You then walk over to where I am standing, lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for your help." "Not a problem, what's next?" "Well, we have those flowers for the planters and window boxes." We walk over to the shed and open the door. There are bags of soil and flats of flowers on the work bench and a stack of planters and flower boxes on the floor. After filling the containers with soil, we plant them with flowers. You carry the larger planters outside and place them around the deck, and then hang the boxes in the windows. "The flowers make the yard look so alive," I say "Yes, they are a nice touch." I walk back to the shed and into the bathroom to wash my hands. You follow. After we wash up, we walk thru the other door into the main room. This could almost be a guest house. It has a sitting room with a chaise lounge, a small table with two chairs and a couch that folds out into a queen size bed. There is a large picture window that allows you to look across the yard and to the mountains beyond. As I stand looking out the window you walk up behind me and wrap your arms around me. You nuzzle and kiss my neck. "So what's next on the list?" "I can think of a one or two things," I say as I turn around and kiss you. "You can? What might they be?" "Umm, Well it seems I have a garden that needs some tending." I remove my sweater and toss it on one of the chairs. You pull me tighter and kiss me passionately. With your hand you reach under my shirt and caress my side and back. You travel up my back and when you reach my bra you undo the back strap. You then take my shirt and bra off, releasing my large full breasts. As you caress my breast, you lean down and kiss my nipple, than gently suck it into your mouth. As you do I run my fingers thru your brown hair, down your neck and over your broad shoulders. You release my nipple and return to my lips giving me a very deep kiss. I reach under your shirt and caress your chest, drawing my fingertips over your chest, slightly tugging on your chest hairs. As I remove your shirt, I inhale deeply your aroma. You smell like the outdoors. Musky and earthy with a lingering scent of burning wood. I kiss your neck and chest. My hand finds your hardness and I rub you. Your hand has also made its way down and is caressing me thru my jeans. We move over to the chaise lounge and you recline back then pull me down to you and kiss me. Your hands are caressing my breasts and nipples, as I am caressing your chest. You moan as I reach down and again caress your hardness. I pull back from our kiss and look into your brown eyes. "I want you." You smile back at me with that boyish grin. I stand up and start to undo my jeans. You sit up reach over to me and put your hands over mine and undo the button and unzip them. Your reach inside and slide them over my hips and they fall to the floor. You stand up and undo your pants and let them fall to the floor. Your swollen cock is straining to be released from your shorts. I reach over and again caress you. You grasp my wrist. "Take it easy." You reach over and hook your fingers in the band of my panties and slide them down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. You pull me back into your arms and again kiss me as you reach between my legs and caress my lips. Sliding your fingers over my wet slit you slip a finger inside, feeling my wetness. "Lay on the lounge." Then you kneel in between my thighs. You kiss my lips then lick them. You use your tongue to search out my clit. When you find it you suck it into your mouth. As you continue to suck on my clit you are sliding two fingers in and out. I start to moan and move my hips. You can feel my climax start to build. You stop and stand up. I sit up and reach for you. I pull down your shorts releasing your cock. I open my mouth and take the head inside. I waste no time and take you all the way in my mouth. I want to feel you. Your fingers are wrapped in my hair as you move your hips, gliding in and out of my mouth. After a few more strokes you stop, removing yourself from my mouth. You motion me to stand up and you take my place sitting on the lounge. Then placing my knees on both sides of your hips.I reach between us and position your cock head just inside my wet lips. I sit on you, causing your cock to enter fully into my wet pussy. You toss your head back. "Yes, Yes take all of it." You reach up and grab my breasts and then leaning forward suck on my nipples, switching back and forth as I continue to ride you. I rub my clit and you can feel pussy start to tighten about you. My climax is starting to build. You place your hands on my hips and push deeper up into me. I ride you harder with each stroke grinding my hips on to you. As I climax, you take one of my breasts into your mouth and bite it. I scream out from the sensation of pleasure and pain. When I have finished shuddering from my climax, you move so I am laying back on the lounge allowing you to plunge deep into me. I wrap my legs around you, raising my hips to meet yours. My fingertips dig into your shoulders. It does not take long for your climax to start, and release cum deep in my pussy with each stroke. When you are finished you lean down and kiss me, your fingers tracing the bite mark on my breast. "This is definitely an enjoyable garden to tend." "You can tend to it any time," I say and kiss you again. Tending The Garden It was the University Summer break and I was looking for any work I could get. I was picking up a bit of work here and the doing gardening for family friends. Mrs Parkinson, the mother of one of my friends, gave me a call asking for some help in her garden and so the next day I turned up. The Parkinson's lived in a palatial house with a big rambling garden. It was largely a well kept affair but there were a couple of sections that had become unmanageable and required a major clear out. Mrs Parkinson normally managed the garden herself but this tidy up required a bit of brute force. I had visited the house numerous times and was quite familiar with the family. I wasn't as familiar with Mr Parkinson as he was a banker who travelled frequently but I had shared many meals with the rest of the family, Mrs Parkinson, my friend Tom and his little sister Sally. Mrs Parkinson was about 45 years old I would guess, but I am not great at estimating women's ages. She was not tall and had quite a buxom sort of figure. She had quite broad shoulders and matching hips but they were accentuated by a narrow waist. She never dressed to accentuate her bust but there was a hint of heaviness there. She had dark straight hair with some hints of grey, cut in what I think is called a bob. One of her most attractive features was her olive skin. Very smooth looking; almost like it had a sheen. As I noticed when we were working, her legs were also excellent for a woman of her age. She was not beautiful but had a pert face with a cute button nose that meant she could definitely be called attractive. Another feature I really like were her big doe like eyes. She had a bit over an over bite but I find that it can sometimes be quite cute on a woman. Sort of makes them look vulnerable. Mrs Parkinson worked with me, instructing me about where to direct my energies. It wasn't so much gardening as demolition work, hacking out undergrowth, bushes and shrubs. I was enjoying working with her. She was quite talkative and interested in what I was studying etc. After about an hour I developed the thought that she appeared lonely. I knew that Mr Parkinson travelled a great deal and that both her children had left home. She had never worked as far as I know so she probably had a lot of time on her hands. Without any conscious decision being made I found myself sneaking peaks of her legs or watching for breast movement from within her baggy blouse. She seemed totally oblivious to my subtle leering. I had never thought of her in a sexual way before and I was a little surprised at how arousing I was finding her. At one stage I was topping a hedge and the step ladder I had wedged into the soft earth wobbled. I found myself in the hedge. I was unhurt aside from a superficial but bloody gash to my upper inner right thigh. Mrs Parkinson was horrified and shepherded me into the atrium which overlooked their garden. She sat me on a chair and scurried away to get a dressing. She returned and knelt in front of me. I spread my legs so that she could get access to the wound. As she bathed the gash, I had a clear view down the front of her loose fitting blouse. She was wearing some sort of sports bra that did a good job of moulding her ample bust and the resulting cleavage was impressive. I could also smell her musky aroma. The work we had been doing was quite physical and she exuded an odour of expensive perfume mixed with an earthy, womanly scent. These factors combined with the fact that she was working less than six inches from my crotch had a natural but embarrassing effect. To compound my shame, I was wearing light nylon shorts. My erection rose unfettered and prominent. By now she had finished dressing the wound and was applying the adhesive tape to secure the bandage. She never looked up at me directly and appeared to be giving her full attention to the dressing but I did catch a glimpse of her eyes flickering onto the tent in my shorts. She had been talking away in a random sort of fashion but her conversation had dried up. She licked her lips and continued to smooth the dressing with her hands. I heard her sigh and noted that her breathing had become faster and seemingly deeper. She was now practically massaging my thigh and her gaze was unabashedly at my tented shorts. She looked up at me with a distant, dreamy sort of a look. "Did I really cause that", she asked timidly, nodding towards my groin. "Do you really find me attractive in that way?" I simply nodded and gave her what I hoped was a warm and inviting smile. Her hands tightened on my thigh and she took a deep breath. "Would you... mind... if I just..." She raised her hand and pressed down slowly on my tent pole with her palm. It obediently sprang back up as she raised her hand. She gasped and then pressed up and down a few times, seeming to marvel at the tensility of my cock. She had now moved closer so that her face was only a few inches from the action. She now used both hands to explore the shape and rigidity of my cock. She seemed fascinated. At one stage she ground her cheek into my crotch and inhaled deeply. I too must have had a fairly "fruity" odour, but when she exhaled with a satisfied moan, I knew that she found it a great deal less than offensive. "I know we shouldn't but I simply must see him in the flesh as it were. Do you mind dear?" She reached for the waist band of my shorts and started tugging at them. I stood to ease the process which put my groin right in front of her face. As she rather impatiently dragged my shorts down my very erect cock was bent down by the waistband and when it finally was released it sprung up and hit her squarely under her chin. It made a "tock' sound. She reared back in surprise, throwing her hands up but only moments later she again leaned forward and began inspecting her new plaything. She had an expression of bemused wonderment, like a child with a new toy. It was as if she had never seen a penis before. "Oh yesss." she husked. After a moments contemplation, her hands flew to it and started gently stroking my shaft. "He's very handsome. Would you mind if I... er... found out what he tastes like?" I certainly had no objections and looked on in delight as she gently and slowly licked its length and then engulfed the head of my member. She was not terribly good at sucking cock. She was a little careless with her teeth (might have been that overbite) and could not take much more than the head of my cock into her mouth but I was far from complaining. The biggest turn on was the fact that it was almost like she was worshipping my cock. She was almost possessive of it. Meanwhile, although I am thoroughly enjoying the attention, I am a bit nervous about how exposed we are. Anyone walking around the house to the back garden or coming down the stairs from the house proper would get a real eyeful. She however didn't seem concerned at all. Suddenly she stood and blurted, "I can't stand this anymore" I was taken a back a little as I certainly could stand for a bit more. "I simply must have him in me. You don't mind do you dear. I know that this is wrong but I haven't felt like this in years. I just have to have him." I would defy any red blooded male to turn her down at this stage. She quickly lowered her shorts to reveal a healthy bush of dark curly hair and a nice trim tummy. She straddled me on the chair and reached down to direct traffic. As she sank onto me she let out a loud hiss through clenched teeth. She wriggled a little to ensure maximum penetration and then began a slow and deliberate up and down motion which seemed to rub her most sensitive spot on my lower stomach. She would raise herself up slowly and then sort of release herself and let gravity do its job. Obviously all thoughts of safe sex had vanished. I didn't know if she didn't care or was so naïve that she simply didn't realise the danger. I hoped Mr Parkinson was not the sort to play around. I had positioned my body so that I was as far up inside her as possible and was delierous with pleasure. She was gripping the back of the chair with both hands which meant she was leaning into me and her breasts were bobbling about just below my face. I ventured an experimental little foray up inside her blouse and hefted the not inconsiderable weight of one of her breasts. I gave it a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a low moan. Soon both of my hands were busy. Without a word, she paused and quickly removed her top and bra. Unfettered they were magnificent. There was sag to be really judgemental but her gorgeous skin tone, a pair of very suckable nipples and their sheer mass made them irresistible. I used my mouth and hands to give them a real working over and in response she increased her pistoning pace. The only frustration I was feeling was that I couldn't really thrust into her in this position. I had to rely on her doing all the work but it was still extremely enjoyable. She was really hammering away now, plunging up and down in an almost violent manner. She was huffing and puffing and I could tell something was coming to a head. She suddenly went rigid and ground her pubis against mine and let out a rush or air. Her face was screwed up and her eyes shut firmly. She arched back and I felt I had to hold her to stop her falling backwards. She then slumped against me with her head on my shoulder. We didn't move or say anything for a minute or so. Her breathing had steadied. "That was... that was... magnificent. I didn't know it could be like that. You are such a clever boy. Now we must do something for you." She slipped off me and walked to the day bed in the corner of the room. She lay down on it and looked back at me with slitted eyes. "I want you inside me" she challenged. Could any man really deny this woman her wish? I moved over and assumed the normal missionary position over her. She had one leg rather wantonly thrown over the side of the bed which raised her leg and exposed her quim in an easily targetable position. I manoeuvred into place between her thighs and she was ready to guide my keen participant to her safe haven. I had no need to guide him. Bliss. Now I was setting the pace. I admit I got a bit over enthusiastic at first and almost came to the boil too soon. Mrs Parkinson was making some squeaking sounds that almost made me think I was being selfish and hurting her but there was enough positive feedback from her to make me think I was doing the right thing. It wasn't long before I was struggling to keep the lid on. I was just holding on until she uttered the words that broke the dam. "Fill me up. I want it in me. Fill me up." Always being the polite and biddable sort, I did so with a dozen or so final sharp strokes. How could I refuse? After my outpouring I was in a bit of a quandary. What happens next? I have just fucked one of my best friends' mother. How does our relationship progress from here or is there no relationship? Will she write this off and deny anything ever happened, which is probably a sensible course? Will she feel resentful? God knows I felt guilt even though it was an extremely intense sexual experience that I would have repeated in a flash. We both lay together with me draped over, on and in her. I was at a loss as to what to do next. She broke the silence... "You know John, there really is a huge amount of work in my garden. There is so much catching up to do. Would you be available to come around each week for the remainder of the holidays to tend to my garden?" She had an impish look on her face and those big, moist eyes just begged me to say yes. She added, "I think say $50 for two hours work. We could really make some progress in 2 hours." And so for the reminder of the summer break I turned up each week to tend to Mrs Parkinson's garden. I never went outside once. I suppose by definition I had prostituted myself in that I was being paid for sex but I would have very gladly done it for nothing. It was an extraordinary episode in my emotional and sexual life. Both of us were in a period of flux and we ended up exploring some sexual practices that could be considered extreme by some. Although we are no longer active sexual partners, on the odd time that our social paths cross, I can still feel a sexual electricity crackle between us. I wonder if the circuit can be completed again. I hope you get to read this Jane. I do want to again tend your garden.