7 comments/ 15884 views/ 12 favorites Misguided Love By: Chris7sw My longest story yet – just over six pages – but hopefully those of you who read the whole story will appreciate the length – it would be wrong to compact such a love story into just three pages. And please note, this is indeed a love story and not just a fuck-up tale, so be patient; the action is all here..... 0-0-0-0-0-0-0 I was at the gym the other day when I spotted her; a picture of health and loveliness standing inside the glass walled office, watching us few men working out. The low sun was illuminating her features perfectly, casting her golden hair into a wonderfully glowing cascade that seemed to dance on her shoulders with every breath. Her lips were full and looked enticingly moist, no doubt the result of almost professionally applied make-up and looking as alluring as ripe cherries while her cheeks looked as soft as peaches and twice as kissable. Her long eyelashes curved perfectly upwards from her dark eyes, providing a perfect backdrop to her mascara that faded to soft purple. As I absorbed her features I took in her magnificently curvy body; her generous bust that seemed larger than life above her trim waist; hips that were generous but not broad and her legs, bare from below her shorts to her ankles, which were the best looking pair of pins I'd seen on a woman in real life. Oh yes, there were those perfect airbrushed models in magazines but this was a real live woman and she was at the peak of her glowing vitality. I simply had to get to know her better..... Easing my weights into their stands I stood up and relaxed, my body glistening with sweat and oil, my muscular chest and biceps heaving and throbbing as my heart and lungs pumped fresh air and blood to my extremities. I grabbed a towel and after a quick and perfunctory swipe over my upper body I strolled across to the office wherein Jim, our trainer and this picture of utter desirability now stood. Raising a hand to say "Hi" and receiving a similar response from the trainer, I opened the door and entered the room, my eyes now entirely betraying my interest. "Yes Chris, what can I do for you?" asked Jim, already an insignificance in my view. "Ah, hmmm, yes, errrrr, I was errrrm, I was going to ask you if I could change my routine a bit," I said, desperately seeking a way to prolong my viewing but my trainer saw through me. He laughed, making me feel very self-conscious all of a sudden; he knew that my words were merely subterfuge for my visit. "No problem Chris, come and see me later when you're through," he said, "But that's not what you're here for is it?" "Errrrr, ummmm, what d'you mean?" I blundered about with my words. "You just wanted to have a closer look at Miss Young, didn't you?" said Jim, smiling broadly, "Well now you've seen her!" "Beautiful!" I blurted out before I could even think, "Just bloody beautiful!" Jim laughed at the woman. "See – he's smitten already!" he said to the woman, "You'll fit in perfectly here!" He turned back to me. "Miss Young will be our new office manager," said Jim, "So you might just as well get to know her, you'll be seeing a lot more of her in a few weeks time." God – didn't I just want to see a lot more of her – as soon as possible! But now was not really the time for that; instead I extended my hand politely and Miss Young raised her perfectly manicured hand to mine and we shook hands gently. "Pleased to meet you, errrr Chris, is it?" she said, her voice like tinkling crystals to my ears, yet as soft and gentle as a feather and I found myself shivering with such intense desire that I had to release her hand quickly. I stuttered out some welcoming words but I'm certain that I sounded more like a schoolboy than a grown adult. "Thanks Chris. I'm Karen," she continued, "You might as well call me by my first name – I guess you come here a lot, so I'll be seeing you quite often." Her eyes swept up and down my muscular body, from my feet, up my powerful thighs, across my toned and hard abdomen and up over my 50" chest to my short spiky blond hair. She smiled broadly as she surveyed me. "At least the view will be worth looking at!" she said as she turned to Jim, "Handsome bloke isn't he?" "He's worked hard to get all that," he said approvingly, also sweeping his eyes over me as I stood there, "Stays clean, scrubs up well!" I felt I was blushing now but I'd achieved my target; I'd met and spoken to that vision of desirability; now all I needed to do was to chat her up and make her mine! But feeling that my arousal was now rapidly moving southwards I decided it was time to get out of there before things became too evident, so with a quick goodbye I left them to their discussions and headed off to the showers. I still had some ten minutes left on the exercisers but I needed to get away from that delectable sight and at least I was cheered to some small extent as I remembered that Jim was gay, so he'd be no threat to my interest. As I'd finished my session early the showers were empty and I stripped off my shorts and vest and turned on the shower at the far end, the best of the four nozzles. Soon I was luxuriating in the sensation of cascades of warm water washing over me, somehow relaxing my muscles as it did so.....although one muscle refused to relax. Because as I let my mind wander as I unwound, so that magnificent piece of womanhood stood there before me in my dreams, slowly divesting herself of her clothes – and suddenly I realised that I was quickly getting a hard-on! "Oh fuck!" I groaned, feeling unstoppable forces at work, "Fuckin' marvellous I don't think!" And at that fateful moment I saw another person appear, already stripped down for a shower – it was another devotee to the gym, Gary, who'd been exercising not far from me. We'd become members on the same day a few years ago and we'd had a sociable link ever since, even though we'd never made anything of it. Buddies at the gym – merely acquaintances out of it though.....although we'd have made a good matching pair had anyone wished to pair us up. I kind of half turned to hide my rising erection as Gary waved a hand to me and turned on the shower next to me, but he'd already seen my arousal. "Mmmmmmmmm," he said languidly and sexily, "Who's that for?" I felt certain he was kidding with his imitation gay style and I found myself chuckling and feeling a lot less self-conscious now. "Sorry mate. Couldn't help it; bloody thing's got a mind of its own!" I said defending my erection, "Happens – just happens when I see someone as good looking as that bit of stuff in there with Jim." "Know what you mean," replied Gary, his own penis far from flaccid. I turned back, my cock now above horizontal and raised considerably from its normal hanging position......but now I wasn't so concerned about my arousal. "She was a bit hot, wasn't she?" I said, knowing full well that Gary would also have seen Karen and Gary nodded. "Bloody right she was," he said, smiling broadly, "And I noticed you were in there damn quick, weren't you?" I laughed as he spoke before I replied. "Do you blame me?" I said, feeling more blood rushing to my penis, "Best thing on two legs I've seen in ages; gotta get me some of that!" My cock was almost erect now and the thought of a potential pussy hunt drove him upwards until he was pointing at the ceiling but since we seemed to have got over the fact that I was erect, I was no longer shy about it. Instead I flexed my eight inches, making him jerk up and down. "She's going to get all of this!" I said, proudly showing off my penis, "Bet I can get it up there inside a month – maybe even a week!" "Yeah? You reckon?" said Gary, "Is she yours already then?" "Well, not yet, but I bet I can make her mine," I said, strutting around vainly, "I could see by the way she looked me over that she was interested – she'll be a walk-over!" But Gary had a kind of mischievous look on his face....and through all the soap suds his penis was now rising fast, even as I watched it. "Don't bank on it," he said, "Don't know what you might be up against – assuming she's free anyway." And now, as Gary's penis rose, so he revealed it to me by washing away the bubbles and his cock now stood there, jerking just like mine, but probably a good inch or so longer! Fuck me – of course he was interested in her too, that was now very apparent. "You bastard!" I said gently, "I thought you were happily settled with what's-her-name, errrm, Dawn." Gary shook his head somewhat slowly, a sad moue coming to his lips. "Nah, we fell out, didn't we, couple of weeks ago," he said, "All about having kids it was. She wanted loads – I don't really want any, at least not yet." For a few moments he was silent as he considered what he was missing. "She was a bloody good fuck though," he said brightening somewhat, his cock jerking again, "That's all I've got on the brain these days now I'm not getting any!" He rubbed his hand up and down his cock a few times, entirely unselfconsciously, his long shaft dripping with water from the shower. I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to see his hand at work on his penis but somehow I couldn't tear my eyes away either, nor would my own erection go down. "Phew, I feel fuckin' horny now," he said, "Shame you can't help me out; never mind, I'll errrr....I think I'd better go and get rid of it." So saying he turned off his shower, quickly dried himself and with the towel wrapped around his middle he trotted off to the toilets, leaving me to deal with my own erection. But the actions of rinsing off and drying myself took my mind off my cock for a while and I was able to complete my shower and dress without further complications. Soon I was heading back out into the world, my bag over my shoulder, my body feeling energised and refreshed and ready to return to my work. I'm fortunate in that I work for myself – hence I can find the time to come to the gym quite regularly. I work as a landscape gardener; "Landscape Artist to the Stars" I call myself nowadays – yeah corny, but it gets me the business. I'm pretty good at my work and after I landed a decent contract a couple of years ago with a couple of (relatively minor) pop stars to look after their gardens, I 'upped' my business name and now even my truck is bespoke, all complete with some nifty artwork. Life is good – lots of fresh air and exercise and the money keeps rolling in too! And I even have spare time to go pussy hunting! My life moved on for a few more weeks; a busy time for me, getting my client's gardens tidied up for the autumn and winter; even permitting myself some time to go over my own garden – I guess I needed to keep up my own appearances too. Then I needed some paving slabs for a job one day so I headed off to the merchants, my big 4x4 truck handling the damp roads with ease and soon I was parking up near their loading area while I checked over the selection of slabs. And I was intent on my work when suddenly I heard a voice that I thought I knew – a female voice raised in anger. "Stop being so bloody bossy!" the voice yelled, "We're supposed to share things – and I'm not your bloody slave either!" "Aaah, shut up and stop fucking moaning," a male voice returned, "Bloody woman – you're being a fuckin' nuisance." "How dare you call me a nuisance!" came the woman's voice, even louder....."You fuckin' twat! You bloody waste of space!" I looked cautiously around a huge pile of concrete blocks and there indeed was Karen having a major face-off with some guy who looked almost old enough to be her father. Perhaps he was, but I doubted it from their words. "I've just about had enough of you!" the man yelled. "And I've more than had enough of you too!" screamed the woman, who despite pretty well losing her rag, looked entirely delectable. Her straightened hair was up in a long pony-tail; she wore a lovely plum-coloured fuzzy form-fitting roll-neck jumper which smoothed down from her bouncing boobs to her graceful waist and to her hips while her skin-tight jeans and long leather boots finished the desirable vision perfectly. And even through her anger, her face was beautiful – anger sometimes makes a person's features so much more alive.....and she was well and truly alive! "Time you found someone else to sponge off isn't it?" she said, strutting angrily around the yard, "Just fuckin' go will you – go on, fuck off!" "Why the fuck should I?" the man replied causing Karen to instantly cease her strutting. "Because you're fuckin' useless, that's why," she yelled, "I work hard to keep you and what do you do – sweet fuck all!" The guy was deflated now. "I try.....," he said, mumbling somewhat, "Can't help it....." "Well, fucking DO something or get out of my life," she almost screamed. I knew how she felt – I'd been through much the same some years before when my partner had become demanding, lazy, obsessive and controlling – and expensive to keep – and how good it had felt when I eventually blew my top and kicked her out. I wanted to go and shelter Karen from this dumb idiot but I didn't want to show too much interest right now and it wasn't really my place to do or say anything, so instead I merely watched as they continued to growl at each other for a while before getting into their rather tatty car and driving off, their visit to the merchant seemingly wasted. Quickly I jumped into my truck and followed them; fortunately they seemed more intent on arguing than on rushing and so I was able to keep them in my sights until they turned into the driveway of a rather nice house in one of the outer suburbs – a mere three doors away from one of my clients. I noted the address, now planning some form of approach I could make......and drove back to the merchants' yard where I completed my purchases. Back at home I began my campaign of seduction..... I checked that I had a good supply of visiting cards – mine all glossy and bedecked with flowers, stars and my credentials. I even checked the house all over, removing untidiness and signs of overt masculinity, fetching out long forgotten ornaments and pictures with which to 'soften' my home. I checked the freezer; plenty of options in there and then resumed my life, just awaiting my moment. I'd give him a decent chance to 'get out of her life', as I hoped he now would before I made my play for her. And it wasn't long before I found time to drop off a visiting card at her house, just as an innocent introduction.....but I had plans for this lady! One day, or perhaps one evening would be more appropriate, I'd follow up on my card drop with a personal visit. Then I'd have a chance to invite her to come out for a meal, perhaps even back to my place.....and then get her into my bed. I could but hope....and plan. A few days later I was at the gym again, on this occasion working on my arms and upper body muscles, so I spent much of my time lying on my back, pushing weights upwards. Therefore I had no idea who else was in the gym, not that I really cared that much. Finally I finished and sweating and breathing heavily I headed for the showers once more, sliding my shorts off just as I arrived in the shower room. A screen wall initially hid the shower area, but as I entered, a sight that I'd never come across in there before met my eyes. There, kneeling on the floor was Gary, his mouth around the erect penis of some other guy, his head moving steadily back and forward; the pair absorbed in their ecstasy! Silently I stood there, captivated by the erotic scene, entranced by the action – and entirely aroused. My cock was hard in seconds, as hard as Gary's appeared to be; as hard as the cock in his mouth definitely was. But it wasn't hard for much longer. "Here it cums!" the man said, his hips starting to pump and twitch raggedly, "Get ready!" "Uuummphhh!" grunted Gary, "Ummmmmm – ooooh yeahhhh!" His cheeks bulged as his mouth filled with spunk, then his throat worked as he swallowed a mouthful, then his cheeks bulged again before he swallowed once more. "Jesus – that was a big load!" he said as he allowed the penis to slip from his lips, "More than last time. You been saving that?" The other guy chuckled and shook his head as he stripped the last of his cum from his cock. "No – you just bring out the best in me!" he said, "You always make me cum hard." "You're always hard!" chuckled Gary as he stood up, "When can we do that again?" "I'll be here on Thursday," the other man said as they turned on the showers and began covering themselves in soapy suds, "Same sort of time, ok?" I backed down the corridor, pulling my shorts back on and then reversed once more, now slapping my feet on the concrete floor and humming loudly, to find the two men now both innocently showering at adjacent nozzles. "Hi fellas, oh hello Gary," I said innocently, "Good workout?" "Hi Chris. Yeah, just the job!" said Gary, "All I need now is a good massage." 'Oh yeah,' I thought, 'I know which bit you need massaging!' Instead I chuckled, pushed off my shorts once more and turned on my own shower head, turning slowly under the spray to wet myself all over. "Cheers buddy – see yer!" came a voice and the other man departed, his shower finished. I turned to Gary. "How's your search for crumpet coming on?" I asked sociably, "Found anyone yet?" "Not a damn thing. Bloody boring lot around here!" he exclaimed, "The pubs are full of dykes; the clubs are full of kids and the streets are full of old grannies! And I'm still full of spunk!" We laughed together but because the subject of sex had come up, because memories of what I'd just seen had resurfaced and because I too was not a little short on pussy-time, my cock immediately began to respond, obviously wanting to join in somehow. "Bloody thing!" I said to myself as I felt engorgement stiffening my length, "Why the hell won't you leave me alone!" I got busy with the soap but still my cock rose, my moistened foreskin sliding back off my knob and sending a thrill through me as my exposed nerve-filled flesh was exposed to the water. Unbidden I drew a heavy sigh of pleasure, causing Gary to look down at my erection. He smiled broadly. "Look at you!" he said brightly, "Guess who else is full of spunk. I can see what you need!" I didn't answer, fearing that I'd say the wrong thing and Gary continued, now coming to stand under my shower with me. "Chris," he murmured carefully, "What would you say if I helped you? Wouldn't it be nice for you....?" I didn't reply but my cock did – he jerked up and down as if to nod his approval and Gary smiled. "Looks as if someone would like some help anyway, so could I ummmm.....rub him for you perhaps?" asked Gary carefully. I shuddered, not knowing how to respond but Gary took my silence to imply approval and now I shuddered again as I felt his hand grasp my cock! "Ahhhh, what the fuck...?" I said, "No don't, you're not supposed to.....!" "What do you mean, not supposed to?" asked Gary, his hand now sliding up and down my length, "I'm just helping a friend, aren't I?" His hand was moving faster now and I was simply unable to or unwilling to move away – instead I just let him carry on, his firm fist feeling wonderful on my rampant and fully loaded instrument. "Oooooooh fuck," I moaned, "Jesus – that's good....!" I sucked in a deep breath as his hands stimulated me, my hips jerking back and forward, thrusting my cock through his fist as he brought me nearer and nearer to an orgasm. Seconds turned into delightful minutes and still he worked away and still I couldn't stop him. No way could I stop him now – this was too good to stop; too many sensations were now awash in my system; I was getting too close to even want to stop. Misguided Love "Ooooh fuck, you're gonna make me cum! Don't stop now!" I moaned, my body now shaking all over, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" "Let it go!" said Gary quietly, "Come on – let it all go!" I was panting now as I neared my climax – any moment now I'd be spraying my seed everywhere; any moment...... "Aaaaaahhhhhhh – yeahhhhh!" I cried as Gary's hand stropped my cock vigorously, "Uuuuhhhh! Ooooh! Oooohh yeahhhhh!" A long streamer of white sperm jetted from my upheld penis, splashing some four or five feet away against the wall. Another generous eruption followed, quickly followed by two more as Gary continued to wank me, until I held his hand to stop him. "Let go, too sensitive..." I moaned, "Oooh fuck....what was that?" I saw Gary lift his hand and lick at it before he spoke. "That...," he said, "...was a most excellent orgasm! That really looked as if you enjoyed that." "Bloody right I did, you were good," I replied, not quite certain if I should have said that, "Thanks Gary – feel better now, cheers!" "Any time!" said Gary, "Ummmm, you don't fancy doing the same for me do you?" And quite honestly I hadn't noticed amid all my excitement that Gary's cock was as stiff as mine had been! "Uuuummmm, not sure...." I said hesitantly, "I've never done that before." "Same as doing it to yourself!" said Gary, "Come on, I'll help you." And with that he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards him, planting it quickly on his penis, my responses too slow to get away. His fingers curled around mine, causing my fingers to grip his hot cock and making him gasp loudly. "Oooooh, yesssss, oooooh Chris, yesssss," he hissed, "That's what I need, yesssss, rub him for me, please, please do it!" His hand pushed and pulled mine up and down his lengthy shaft until suddenly I realised that I was doing it unaided – I was tossing him off....and actually I was quite enjoying it! It was really rather exciting and very different to rubbing my own cock – his seemed a bit more slender and the extra length was noticeable and he felt warmer too somehow. His cock felt just as firm as mine, but it was the sensation of holding another penis in my hand that struck me hardest. And yet I wasn't horrified – instead I was getting to rather like it – I was getting into the action and now my fingers were actively seeking out the most delicate and excitable points on his penis, doing my best to stimulate him and please him. I could hardly believe what I was doing – yet I couldn't stop! "Ooooh yesssss," moaned Gary, "You're wonderful Chris, your touch – it's brilliant, this is so good...." "You enjoying it?" I found myself asking, my tongue wetting my lips, "Am I doing it right?" "You're doing it perfectly," moaned Gary, "I'm getting there – please don't stop Chris." "You gonna cum, are you?" I asked, my eyes now fixed on his penis, my hand now sliding up and down his shaft with enthusiasm, "You gonna cum for me?" "Yeah, yeah," groaned Gary, "Not long now...just a bit more!" My hand moved faster and gripped his penis a little harder and now I could feel his upcoming orgasm; his cock was thickening and stiffening and freely oozing precum and his hips were thrusting at my fist. "Just there....ooooh fuck – yeahhhhh! Nearly, nearly..." he groaned dramatically. Faster and faster I rubbed him until suddenly he put his hand on mine and held me still. "Ahhhhh – here it cums!" he cried, "Aaaaaahhhh – yeahhhhh!" His hand held mine on his penis as pulse after pulse after pulse of cum rose and erupted, splattering over the floor, sticky white deposits now painting the tiles before the cascading water washed them clean once more. Dribbles of cum poured over my fingers before his orgasm ended and he released me. Quickly I allowed the water to clean my hands; I was happy enough with my own cum on my hands, but not someone else's somehow. And then we stood there looking at each other. "No more," I said, "Dunno what happened there, but no more." "Yeah, I'm sorry Chris, I don't know what came over me either," said Gary, "I think it was just because I was all horny – I just needed some sex." "Just as well I was there then, wasn't it?" I replied, "Anyway, thanks, guess I enjoyed it." "Mmmmm, so did I!" replied Gary brightly, "Any time you need help, just ask." But I needed to escape now that the urgency had gone and quickly I finished my shower and headed back to the changing room. It didn't take me long to towel dry and climb into my shorts and t-shirt and I was out of there before Gary even reappeared from the shower, thank heavens. I headed out and down to the car park and I was about to climb into my wagon when a car I recognised drove in and pulled up. Eagerly I waited as the passenger door opened and Karen climbed out, quickly slamming the door shut again. Anger was still there on her face, even from some thirty yards away, barely leaving her countenance as the car pulled away. Then, unable to resist, I beeped my horn and climbed out of my wagon, strolling across the car park to where Karen was still standing, legs apart, hands on her hips. "Bastard!" she said as I got closer – then she smiled at me. "Hi there, oh its Chris isn't it," she said, "Sorry – that's my partner – I'm getting SO pissed off with him...." "Problem?" I asked innocently and Karen's face said it all. She sighed heavily but her eyes belied her feelings and thoughts as they swept me all over. "I've got a few minutes before I start work," she said, "I suppose I'd better tell you....." With that she began to walk towards my truck, her eyes obviously admiring the artwork and wording. "Hmmm, 'Artist to the Stars' are you?" she said, "I wonder if I could use an artist?" We both climbed into the spacious interior and sat on the bench seat, her long bare legs captivating me, her firm, thrusting bust thrilling me. Then she spotted the clip of visiting cards I keep in the truck and she smiled. "Hey, didn't I see one of these at my place?" she said, picking the cards up, "I thought at the time I might ring them up whoever they were – and it's you – I didn't realise....." "Top quality!" I said, chuckling proudly, "Best landscape gardener around – all my customers are well satisfied." "Hmmmmm, I bet they are!" said Karen, her eyes sweeping over me again, "Wonder if I can find a use for you?" I let her words hang in the air – the next move would have to be up to her.... She sighed heavily before she looked me in the eye. "Said I'd tell you about my partner," she said, her teeth gritted, "he's such a bloody waste of space. He lost his job about a year ago and he just won't get up and find another one – all he's doing is living off me now, using my house." I tutted in sympathy but let her carry on. "He's never been much use anyway – don't know what I saw in him in the first place," she said, "Guess I took pity on him or something." She looked ruefully at me. "But now he's got nothing better to do he seems to think he's in charge of me – not that he ever was in the first place," she continued, "He's become so bloody controlling – such a pain in the bloody arse!" "Are you married?" I asked but Karen shook her head sharply. "No way – what – marry that!" she cried in horror, "You're joking!" "Why don't you get rid of him then?" I asked and Karen looked at me. "Don't think I haven't tried to get him to leave," she said, "He's just too fucking lazy to even do that for me." "Do you need some help?" I asked, "A bit of pressure perhaps....?" "Could you.....?" she replied, hope suddenly springing into her eyes, "Honest?" I realised that it might be really sensible to call in some reinforcement and that Gary would probably help so I nodded to Karen. "We'd need to work it out, but I reckon I could help – be glad to try anyway," I said and Karen reached out and put her hand on my arm, now smiling at last. "Please see if you can," she said, "I'll help too if I can." It was just a matter of a few quiet meetings at the gym with Gary and Karen and myself and we had a plan. Ok, it was basic and really simply came down to Gary and I more or less physically removing him – well, coercing him into moving by our very presence, hopefully without the matter coming to any violence. A couple of weeks later and the deed was done! Her now ex-partner was sent packing and Karen had her house to herself once more. It had all worked out relatively easily – once Gary and I had appeared, our two solid frames with Karen between us towering over his meagre body and he was suddenly all in favour of moving out! Part of his reluctance to move was to do with finding somewhere to put all his possessions and as it turned out, Gary owned a warehousing company and there were loads of spare corners for his few bulky belongings to be dumped into until he could collect them. And then I managed to find her a half-way decent car, a convertible and fairly sporty thing that I got from a client who owed me money and her life was turning into roses at last....and my interest in her climbed once more. But Karen wanted to thank us both; we'd combined our efforts and now she asked us both to come over one evening – "for a few drinkies" as she put it and Gary and I duly arrived at her place one evening – two mates from the gym who'd become friends through our mutual efforts on behalf of this woman..... My interest in her climbed still further as I hoped that this was just the first of many social occasions I'd have with her. Pity Gary had to be there too but...... Karen was looking incredible! Gone was her unhappiness; instead she looked radiantly beautiful and beaming with love and warmth. We each were welcomed with a massive hug and a warm kiss; Karen's ample bust squashing firmly against my chest, her soft, generous lips attaching themselves to mine like warm limpets and both Gary and I were left feeling incredibly lifted as Karen made us welcome. Soon we'd had a lovely meal and were settled in her lounge with brandies, each of us revelling in her warmth and friendliness. There was plenty of light chatter until Karen locked her eyes onto me. "I've been thinking," she said, "I've always wanted one of those rose arbours – you know, a nice little place in the garden with a swinging seat in, all surrounded by sweet scented roses. What do you reckon Chris?" "You've got the space," I said as I looked down the garden from the patio doors, "Down there on the left, past those trees, I'd suggest, yeah?" "Ideal place," agreed Karen, "I think that's where I would have wanted it. Ok – do me a quote, could you." "No problems," I said, knowing that I'd do it for almost nothing for this woman, "Few days...." "That'd be sweet of you," Karen said, smiling at me and I felt all warm inside..... The conversation resumed until another subject surfaced – her parents. "Mum's got a huge load of stuff she wants me to store for her," she said, the subject of relatives having come around somehow, "Dad was something of a collector before he died. Now Mum wants to move nearer and to downsize so she won't have enough room. All the stuff's for me and there are some lovely antiques there so I don't want to give it away but I don't know where I can keep it." It seemed that her dad had passed away a few years ago and now her mum was living alone, some seventy miles away from us, surrounded by all his possessions. Karen wanted her to be nearer and had found a lovely flat for her, except for the one problem of her possessions. "You don't want to sell them then?" I asked but Karen shook her head. "No, dad collected them all and I want to have them with me," she said, "Perhaps one day I'll sell them because it's my inheritance I suppose and there's some nice stuff too, but there's too much for me to find room for here." I was about to say that I'd look around for her when Gary piped up. "I'll look after it all for you," he said, deflating me in an instant, "How much do you reckon there is?" "There's a large room packed full," Karen replied and Gary smiled. "Perfect then – I've got some shipping containers in my warehouse," he said, "I'll put one aside for you; nice and dry and safe. I can get one of my vans to pick your stuff up on an empty return run. We'll arrange something." "Oh you darling!" breathed Karen happily, "Oh, that'll be so helpful; Mum will be delighted – thank you so much Gary." With that she launched into telling us that she'd now be able to help her mother sell her house and downsize and that would be perfect....and so on, while I listened somewhat half-heartedly. I felt deflated somehow – Gary had trumped me and I had no answer..... Nevertheless the evening went well enough, Karen having enough charm for the both of us and by the time we departed Gary and I were friends again, linking arms to show our united pleasure. It had been a good evening really; certainly one that had changed Karen from being just someone we knew into a real friend....a friend I still intended to take to bed as soon as possible! My work kept me very busy for a while although I managed to find time to nip over to Karen's place and measure up the site for her arbour – and then to spend an evening or two designing a suitable structure. Fair enough – it would cost me a bit but I could use some of my stock of posts, other timber and paving slabs – my labour and some cement were the only real 'expenses', easily offset somewhere. Yep – I could do it for a nominal sum for Karen – the least I could do. An erection in her garden was merely the first erection I aimed to produce at her place! In the meanwhile I'd learned a bit more about Gary. He'd built up a removal and storage business and now shipped stuff worldwide as well as having storage depots all around the country. Guess I'd never really noticed his businesses or his connection with them because it was none of my concern – until now. But now, as a love rival of some kind, it was necessary to know how to circumvent his interest in my girl – or at least that's how I was beginning to see Karen. She was now the woman of my dreams – even of my wet dreams! How often had I woken up to find spunk everywhere; my mind's eye full of visions of her ripe body spreadeagled on my bed..... How often had I spent quiet evenings at home just allowing my mind to rerun those moments when Karen had been close to me; touching me; holding my arm; kissing me. I'd got it bad until that day...... Having a few hours to spare one afternoon I decided I'd pop over to drop in on Karen on the pretence that I wanted to check the levels in her garden where I'd now agreed to build her arbour. Well preened and brushed up; a bunch of flowers at the ready; my wagon now all clean and shiny too, I drove across town and into her driveway and stopped dead. There outside her house was a large van – with a removal company's name on it. "Fuckin' hell!" I exclaimed, banging the steering wheel in frustration, "What the fuck's that doing here? Bloody typical that she's got something happening just when I call." Quietly I climbed out, gently closed the door and walked to the side gate. Yes – I had intended to get some measurements but they could have waited – but since I was here and since my visit was wasted as I was no longer alone, I reckoned I'd better get on with business. I guess I didn't need to see her to check the measurements..... Still quietly I walked around the house and onto the patio, to mentally survey the scene; to check to see if the ground needed to be lowered or raised for best effect and I was just standing there when I heard it. A woman's cry; a cry of excited bliss; almost a scream; certainly a scream of delight; suddenly followed by the bellow of an obviously masculine climax. I froze as I located the source – it came from an upstairs window and was now followed by several more such cries, each one a bit quieter until finally there was just a single long drawn out release of air – a sigh of contentment. 'Someone's fucking her!' I thought to myself, 'Some bastard's just fucked her!" Then the penny dropped. 'That's fucking Gary, isn't it?' I found myself thinking, realising the truth. I was quivering with suppressed anger, desire and frustration as I turned on my heels and almost ran out of the garden to my truck. Of course it was his van, wasn't it, I realised. Quickly I jumped into mine and reversed out of her drive, all my instincts telling me to gun the engine and leave burning rubber behind. Instead I crept away quietly – then headed home, with tears actually on my cheeks. Indoors I was panting with anger as I tore the ring off a can of lager and gulped down half the chilly contents before I grabbed a second one and went and sat down to cool off. I shook my head as I calmed down and considered the situation. Well, Karen wasn't "mine", much as I desired her – she was very much a free agent and who she chose to fuck was up to her – but why with my mate Gary? But why not? He too was very much like me – his own boss – affluent enough – good looking and healthy – young and energetic too, but I did have something on him, didn't I? I'd caught him in the shower, hadn't I – now how could I use that against him? Back at the gym things were quite normal though. I could hardly raise a scene there and anyway, this was between Karen and me and not to be aired in public, so I greeted Gary with my usual bonhomie as we sweated away together the next time we met. Jim was all animated now as Karen was going to start work in a week or so and the offices were being renovated and divided up – he seemed even more interested in Karen than we professed to be! I did mention to Gary that I'd got the details for her arbour all sorted but once again he deflated me by telling me that he'd arranged to pick up Karen's mother's stuff later that week and he'd be storing it for her free of charge. 'Damn you,' I thought as I pumped an extra twenty pounds of weights up and down, 'I'll get you....' Some two weeks passed and with the weather forecast offering a long spell of some unseasonably warm and dry weather coming up I phoned Karen and arranged to spend a few days erecting her arbour. Naturally she was delighted and the date was set – and bright and early I arrived with my trailer piled with materials. It was Friday and I'd be able to complete the job before Monday returned. Karen greeted me warmly, then left me to it as I shifted everything into the garden and got to work and by the time I'd done my first day's work the site had changed remarkably – now the skeleton of the arbour was rising and already seemed to be enhancing that corner of her garden, I was pleased to note. Karen came out onto the patio as we surveyed my efforts, her arm linked into mine, her hand resting on my forearm. "That's going to look absolutely lovely," she said, "It'll be so restful down there; it's going to be wonderful." "Ah, it's nothing," I said, "I'm just pleased to do something for you." "Hmmm, I wonder what I can do for you?" said Karen, her warm eyes locking onto mine, "Anything you fancy?" I almost growled – was she really making that kind of offer? Gently but firmly I pulled her until we were facing each other, close together. It was time to move.... "I fancy you Karen," I said simply, pulling her tightly to me, "You're just so gorgeous, so lovely. I've wanted you since the day I first saw you. " I let her go so she could breathe and so I could let my eyes run over her. "You're just so – so....." I lost my words. "So fuckable, isn't that what you mean?" said Karen, her face split by a huge smile. "Oh fuck – yeah, yeahhhh Karen, yes!" I cried, "I want to love you; to fuck you; to be part of you – let me, please, please!" Misguided Love "Not out here!" replied Karen softly, "Come indoors Chris, come on." She led the way in through the patio doors, where we stopped as I took my shoes and socks off before she looked me over. "I think you could do with a shower first, don't you?" she said, a look of lust now on her face, "Would you like me to join you?" "Oh God, yes!" I said, hardly able to keep myself under control, "Honestly?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me. "Come on then, up here," she said as she led the way to the stairs and I followed, my eyes full of her pert cheeks as they rose and swayed as she climbed the stairs ahead of me, my penis already rising fast. Moments later and we were in her bathroom, a large shower cubicle prominently occupying one end of the room. "There's room for us both," she said as she turned and faced me, "Come on, off with them!" Karen's hands reached for my t-shirt and lifted it off my head before she stood back and looked me over. "Look at those lovely muscles!" she enthused, her hands now sliding over my pecs, "Wow – you look so powerful, so manly!" I flexed them before undoing my belt and jeans and Karen's eyes followed my hands, her tongue licking her lips, I noticed. Moving smoothly I slid my jeans down and off until I was standing there in just my boxers which were already pushed out of shape by my eager penis. "Shall I take them off?" I asked, mischievously, "Or do you want to do it?" "You do it!" she said, "I want to watch!" Like a slow-motion stripper I tucked my thumbs inside the waistband and inch by inch I pushed my boxers down, my rigid cock now caught in the material and showing as a lengthy outline with a damp spot at the tip. "Oooooohhh, look at him!" moaned Karen, "Come on – uncover him for me!" I pushed my boxers further down and now, with my penis still trapped, the elastic waist was stretched well clear of my body as my pubes came into view. Karen was almost praying; her hands clenched together; her mouth open with her tongue on her upper lip, her eyes fixed on my groin – so I suddenly pushed my boxers to my knees. With an audible slap my cock sprang out and upwards, slapping against my abdomen before standing proudly, pointing at the ceiling. My foreskin was, as I looked down, just peeling back from my knob, my glistening, purple shiny knob that was so very eager to get to know Karen's hole. He jerked violently as the thought passed my mind. "God, he's beautiful," moaned Karen, "He's gonna feel so good!" I'd already realised, or at least hoped that we'd end up making love but her words now completed the story – now it was certain that we'd fuck! Shaking her head quickly she pushed me towards the shower before lifting her own t-shirt up and over her head. Her magnificent breasts now stood there before me; clearly firm and full enough to stand unaided but contained within a lacy bra that merely enhanced their allure. And now, reaching behind her she unclipped her bra and let it fall into her hands while I stood there, mouth agape, cock erect, captivated. I just couldn't find words to praise her enough, to express my excitement and pleasure at seeing her fantastic breasts bare and revealed to me. Her nipples were still flattened somewhat, but they were small and brown and captivating; I knew that soon I'd be sucking and chewing them..... Karen continued to undress, stepping out of her shoes and now undoing the clasp on her skirt, which fell to the ground. She stepped out of it and now stood there clad in just sweet little knickers that delicately hid her charms. She turned and bent down to pick up her skirt and her lovely posterior was now revealed to me, her cheeks pert and rounded, her thighs separated by a small gap through which the lips of her pussy could almost be made out. My cock jerked anew at the sight until she turned towards me and moved closer. "Take them off for me," she said, her hands sliding down to caress my cock, "Take them off." I knelt before her as I reached up and took hold of the sides of her knickers and I looked up. There above me her generous breasts stood out, her nipples now aroused and erect, her cleavage framing her mouth as she smiled down at me. Holding my breath I began to slide her knickers down her thighs, pulling them gently over her arse before I moved them far enough for the material covering her pussy to fall away. Karen moved her legs slightly apart to facilitate the easier removal of the last vestiges of coquettish cover and her knickers suddenly fell to her ankles. I breathed again, now with my eyes locked onto her pussy; a slippery-shiny slit; a very protuberant clit and a small landing strip of pubes above it all. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her clit, bringing out a low moan from Karen. "Ooooh don't!" she moaned, "Later Chris, later." Her hands pulled me upwards and we stood there, my cock almost brushing her navel, her nipples rubbing gently on my chest as she swayed gently to and fro. "Come on Chris, let's get in there," she said, "Let's get wet!" I'm not going to tell you all that happened in that shower – I'll let you imagine the action as we soaked and soaped and scrubbed and rinsed – before we emerged and wrapped ourselves in towels. What I will tell you is that we'd got to know one another a lot better and now we were ready for the next round.....so much so that Karen couldn't wait. She pulled me across the landing into her bedroom where she flung herself onto her bed. "Take me Chris – I need you," she said, "I'm all ready for you!" Quickly I finished drying; climbed onto the bed and poised myself above Karen's writhing body. My cock was so hard I could have driven him through concrete; instead I was about to drive him through some warm, wet soft flesh as Karen pulled me down, her hands bringing my mouth to hers, her lips already wet and parted. We kissed deeply, her tongue urgently exploring my teeth and mouth before my tongue was able to intercept hers and intertwine erotically. "Get him in me Chris," she moaned, "I'm all ready – I'm soaked!" I reached a hand down to her pussy and slid it experimentally down her slit – she was indeed dripping wet and so very slippery. I teased her clit, which was now even larger than before, then brought my hand up to our mouths to lick my fingers clean of her juices. They tasted so delicious that I just had to have more so I quickly changed positions, sliding down the bed until my face hovered over her pussy. Karen knew what was coming but when my lips found her clit she still responded as if I'd given her an enormous electric shock! With a scream of pleasure, not pain, she leapt vertically, her clit squashing hard between my lips, her wet slit engulfing my chin before she sank once more to the bed, now panting heavily. "Oooooh Chris," she cried, "Oh fuck – I didn't expect that! Our tongue; your lips – oh God – they're wonderful!" I lifted my head and looked at her over the small and dainty forest of her pubes. "You're sweet," I said, "You taste so sweet, you're gorgeous!" "Mmmmmm," moaned Karen, her hips writhing as I took her clit back into my mouth, "And you're so good at that!" She'd got a lovely clit; well and truly big enough to take into my mouth – no monster, but larger than many I'd discovered. I could feel its entire design; its little shaft; the tiny head covered by its mobile hood. I could feel the different textures in my tongue as I stimulated her clit, Karen's body responding with every swipe and suck. Karen was also moaning and groaning as I played with her body, exalted cries and sudden gasps coming loudly until my penis reminded me that he needed part of the action too! "You're getting really wet Karen, do you want me to carry on?" I asked after a while but Karen grasped my ears and pulled me upwards. "No Chris – get him in me now – I need your cock inside me!" she said eagerly, "Leave that bit – I'm wet enough!" I slid back up her body while Karen hummed contentedly, her body moving to prepare itself for mine as my hand pushed my cock down and into position. Silently I rubbed him up and down her slippery slit, allowing the tip to enter her little hole only once I was content that he was lubricated enough. I looked into her eyes. "You ready?" I asked unnecessarily and Karen nodded, her eyes now shutting. Slowly I lowered my body and my penis began to penetrate her pussy, my knob stretching her flesh until suddenly he was lodged inside her. Karen let out a long breath and a low moan as I applied more pressure and as my cock slid further and further inside her. She felt hot and smooth and I could feel the muscles inside her pussy grasping me, caressing me and milking me as I began to move in and out of her hole. She certainly had a warm and welcoming hole, one that was obviously as delighted to be filled with hard penis as I was delighted to do the filling and with our bodies now rubbing together, her wonderfully exciting breasts, her firm abdomen and her sleek skin made the whole deed an activity that brought massive pleasure to us both. Gradually we picked up the action, both of us moving up and down; our bodies now beginning to slam together; my penis now driving all the way up her vagina; my balls banging against her thighs; her breasts squashed between us as we fucked and fucked. Our breaths were coming more quickly now as we built up the tempo – this was no gentle bit of loving – this was becoming a genuine rut; we were fucking each other hard; both in need of release and satisfaction; both of us fulfilling our desires. And finally our exertions drew to a climax; a shuddering of breaths and bodies; a jerking of uncontrollable muscles and a wave of hot sweat that coated us both. "I'm gonna cum," I said, "Can I cum inside you?" "Yes, yes, definitely," moaned Karen, "I'm safe – let it go Chris – I want to feel you cum!" I was really pounding at her now, bringing myself inside just a few seconds to a peak and hopefully taking her there too. Karen's hips were responding; our hotness driving waves of sexual odours from our bodies until we both reached the top simultaneously. "Cummmmmmm!" I yelled, "Oh Karen – yeahhhhhh! Yeahhhhh! Yeahhhhh!" "Aaaaaahhhhhhh Chris, yesssss!" cried Karen, her body shaking violently, "Oh fuck – can't stop – can't stop – ohhhhh, yesssss!" Finally we both collapsed, immediately falling side by side on the bed, my penis dislodging from her so-slippery hole although I was just too knackered to notice or care. And I was about to say something when a raucous cry rose from the garden area. "Wha-hey! Nice one, both of you!" came the cheerful call – it was Gary's voice. What the fuck was he doing here, right now, interrupting our love-making? In a matter of a few seconds both Karen and I were at the window, the window flung open wide. "Fuck off!" I yelled, feeling none too polite, "Just bugger off – she's mine!" "Calm down Chris," said Karen, her hand on my back, "We'd just about finished, hadn't we?" "Hmmmmm, guess so," I rumbled, thinking that it would have been nice to do it all over again, "Yeah, guess so." "What on earth are you doing here?" called Karen as she leaned out the window, her bare breasts perched on the sill like a pair of cute pink robins. "I thought I'd just pop in to say hi," said Gary brightly, "Didn't know you'd have company, so I'll leave you in peace. There's a little something on the mat for you Karen." "You could have stayed.....," offered Karen, but Gary shook his head. "Nah – I'll be off – see you another day, bye," he said and he was gone – and a few moments later we heard his truck roar away too. But the mood had been broken and now Karen had covered up, some tissue between her legs; her thick dressing gown on as she escorted me downstairs. "Not the same now, is it," she said and I shook my head sadly, not really knowing what to say or even what to do. Then Karen sealed the matter as she looked at the clock. "Hey look – it's gone seven....didn't realise," she said, "Look, you'll have to be gone anyway – I always chat to my Mum on Friday evenings. I'll let you find your own way out, will that be ok?" "Guess so," I replied, "Thanks for that anyway – enjoyed it!" "Bye," came the reply from some way away, "See you!" 'So much for that,' I thought as I walked through the door, Karen already having retreated to the kitchen or the lounge, 'Bloody Gary.' I nearly kicked out at the little package Gary had left on the step – instead I picked it up and placed it indoors for safety – I wasn't that nasty.... I was back the next day to complete my work on the arbour but my mood wasn't the same now – I felt deflated again somehow, especially when she sprayed some perfume on herself and invited me to smell it. "Gary bought it for me," she said, "Its gorgeous, isn't it; it's one of my favourites!" I now wished I had kicked the package but at least Karen was nice to me as we went out and inspected the cosy arbour; I had to do something..... I'd put a lot of love and effort into it and although there were no roses at this time of year, it would look just right come spring and summer. But though Karen was indeed nice to me, softly rubbing herself all over me as she kissed me, she deflated me further by telling me that she couldn't let me stay tonight – she'd got some girlfriends coming round for a social evening – no men included, so I almost slunk away and headed home where I spent a quiet and boring night. I felt flat and almost lifeless in the next few days. I mooched around and almost sullenly I worked off my miseries. Tuesday and Wednesday seemed to slip by.....then on Thursday things began to look up a bit once more. I was much buoyed by a phone call from a company who'd accepted my quote to look after their office gardens, the gardens being part of an old, well established and quite famous estate. My knowledge got me the job, I reckoned and I was quite proud of myself once again – and the contact was worth a few notes too. That evening I felt better and made myself a light dinner; a good steak and lots of salad which went down well with a drop of wine. Then it was Thursday evening already and I suddenly realised that I hadn't been to the gym for a while; I'd better get there soon, I decided. No time like the present, so I grabbed my things and headed out. Jim was there as usual with his warm welcome but the place was reasonably quiet otherwise. "Only a few of you in," said Jim lightly, "The world's getting lazy!" "Been busy," I said, "Too many other things to do." "Never mind the excuses," said Jim, "Go and get on with it. Don't want to see you get out of shape." I changed into my work-out gear and settled to my routine; not even thinking about whom else might be here. Instead I got busy – peddling, pushing and lifting to a schedule that Jim had planned for me. A sweaty hour passed before I even took a decent break at which point I found that I needed a pee so I trotted off towards the toilets. And as I passed the changing rooms I heard sounds that I recognised as being sexual; a slapping sound of flesh on flesh accompanied by grunts and heavy breathing. Carefully I edged forward to see who was doing what with whom – and immediately saw that once again it was Gary, who, bent at the waist, was holding onto a grasp rail.....with another guy very busily shafting his arse. Not only was I speechless but I was struck rigid – neither did I know what to say or what to do....apart from watch, open-mouthed, as their actions became even more energetic. Gary's shorts were around his ankles and as I was viewing them from behind, all I could see was part of his cock as it swayed from side to side and the other guy's balls swinging low below his hairy, clenching, pumping arse. "Yeah, yeah, come on, harder, harder!" moaned Gary causing the other guy to grunt as he applied more effort. "Oooohhhfff ooooohhhffff, oh fuck; you gonna let me cum in you?" the other man said and I heard Gary's reply. "Yeah mate – don't take him out, for heaven's sake, don't! Shoot it all up me, please!" "Its cumming," he replied through grunted breaths, "I won't be long." I could see Gary's hand as he held and rubbed his own penis now while I listened and watched as the pair of them approached their crescendo, the slapping noises now louder and faster. "Here it cums!" groaned the guy, "I'm cumming – any moment now – it's cumming, cumming....!" "Let it go! Fill me!" exclaimed Gary urgently, "Let me have it all!" "Uuuuuhhhh – uuuuuhhh!" grunted the man, his hips thrusting and tightening hard, "Ooooooohh yeahhhhh, yeahhhhh!" "Yeahhh, lovely!" moaned Gary, "I can feel you shooting, ooooh yessss!" My penis was as hard as a rock as I watched, completely absorbed in the lurid action and now seriously throbbing as Gary's hand brought his own climax – his white cum jetting out at his feet. Somehow I now wished I'd been closer and able to see the details – and perhaps even to touch Gary's cock as he shot off, or his arse or even the other guy's penis as it drove into Gary's hole. Thank God the toilets were separate from the changing rooms – I could just bypass them and dodge any repercussions. Quickly I scarpered, not willing to be seen as they finished and very eager to get rid of my erection. But as I dashed into the toilet block the bucket and mop of the cleaner was at the door; I could use the toilet but a quick jerk-off would definitely be noticed. Damn! I went to a cubicle where I sat down and just waited for my erection to subside, finally having a pee once my cock would point at the water and not the ceiling, before returning to the gym and the running machine. 'Back to the grindstone,' I told myself, 'And don't get thinking about what you've just seen!' I was not a little scared of getting another erection if I let my mind wander, so I concentrated on my jogging, steadily eating up the miles until a voice broke my concentration. "Hi Chris," said Gary right beside me, "How're you doing?" "Oh fine – yeah, oh hi Gary," I replied, taking a moment or two to get back to reality, "Yeah, fine mate – and you?" "Couldn't be better," he replied, "Just coming back for a second round." "Pardon – a second round....?" I queried but Gary put me right. "I've been lifting, then I had a break and a shower and now I'm back to do some running," he said, "How long have you got left." "About half an hour or so," I replied, which caused Gary to smile broadly. "Ah – should be finished about the same time as you then," he said, "Meet you in the showers after that." Instantly I felt my cock jerk and almost as quickly I told him to behave before I had the mind to reply. "Guess so – I'm just off to do some pec work; I'll do some bench pressing I think," I said, aiming at getting as far away from Gary as I could, "Done my time running." "Ok – see you later then," he replied as I walked off. Soon I was on my back lifting what felt like enormously heavy weights; somehow my mind just wasn't focussed today, but I needed to keep up my exercise regime. I'd been at it for a while before I realised that someone was watching – inevitably it was Gary. "You need a hand spotting," he offered, "Don't want to see you drop that lot on you!" He came and stood at my head, his hands at the ready as I lifted the weights but as he moved so I nearly dropped the weighs immediately. I was now looking almost straight up the leg of his shorts and I was being provided with a view of his balls and a considerable length of his penis, which seemed to be threatening to fall out of his shorts entirely! "Gary," I said as I hefted my weights back into their stands, "You're showing everything!"