7 comments/ 38249 views/ 7 favorites The Gardener Ch. 02 By: DominantLondoner Sorry this has taken so long to write! Clearly I should have prepared for it before submitting the first chapter. But here it is, I hope people are happier with the length of this chapter and like how the story is developing. Enjoy! Agnes awoke at 6am as she did every morning and the same as every morning she knew she wasn't going back to sleep. Rising from her bed with a sigh, she opened the bedroom door and went down the corridor to the bathroom. All the aches and creaks in her bones reminded her of her age and as she reached the bathroom and flicked on the light, her reflection did the same. Although mentally Agnes did not feel 73, the feel of her body and the look of it told her that she most definitely was. The old lady stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her nightie down over her body, turning and vainly trying to hide the signs of the passage of time. But Agnes had to admit there was no mistaking the girth of her legs, the excess skin on her neck, the liver spots on her hands. But most depressingly as Agnes remembered being a young, desirable lady at one point, the belly she hated so much and the sagging breasts that hung just above it... She hated how her breasts and belly hung when she bent down at all, how her belly stopped her from seeing her white pubic bush any longer (not that she had any need to see it any longer, but still) and how her breasts looked like large deflated balloons that clung to her chest when she looked at them in the mirror. Agnes pushed up her breasts, recalling when they rode high on her chest, unlike now as the skin on them was the texture of thin, well-used plastic bags, wrinkled, old and frail. When she turned side on and looked below her breasts, her stomach barely went in at all however much she tried to suck it in and she arched her neck trying to smooth out the wrinkles and the effect of the double chin. But it was useless and she knew it, cursing her fanciful vanity. All of these signs of age were a source of distress to this elderly lady who could remember being young and beautiful when she was fighting off her suitors. And then Gerald won her by being so much more charming, handsome and generous than all the rest of them. Gosh, she had loved him so much! However, if Agnes had been younger she could see herself finding another man, Gerald would not have begrudged her that, as long as she was happy Gerald wouldn't have begrudged her anything. But no, Agnes reminded herself for the umpteenth time, Gerald was dead ten years, she was well past her prime and desirability and into the years when she was only good for acting as grandmother. But she couldn't even do that, her son being in Australia with his family and her daughter a high-flying career woman who showed no care for her mother. So, Agnes was just a lonely, old woman whose highlight of the day would be receiving a young man who obviously didn't want to be in her house and could barely contain his boredom while he was there. But as the saying went, beggars couldn't be choosers and these days Agnes felt like a beggar for any kind of company, so she sat down on the toilet and got ready for the day. -- - Jamie woke up at 10am to the sound of his alarm alerting him he had an hour before he had to be at Mrs Travers' house. As usual for a young man upon waking up, he was sporting a hard on, he wanted to believe that it was because he had been dreaming of Alice, but he could not be sure of that after the events of the previous day. As soon as he'd got home from Mrs Travers' house still with a decidedly uncomfortable hardon, he'd gone straight up to his room, gone to his laptop and googled the very unsubtle search term 'granny fucking'. It had thrown up plenty of videos and he'd gone through them trying to work out what had happened to him earlier on in the day. The first started with a stooped, dumpy, old woman in typical granny wear, a cardigan, blouse and skirt similar to what Mrs Travers had been wearing when Jamie had seen her earlier. The lady and the man chatted for a while, flirted for a bit, then started kissing and then the lady removed her cardigan revealing stooped shoulders and the cleavage that would lead down to some delightfully droopy breasts. When Jamie saw the cardigan removed and he could see more of her body he suddenly wanted to see all of it, he wanted to see all the woman's flaws in detail, the large belly, the sagging breasts, the fat, hairy pussy... And then he wanted to be the man in the video, he had his cock out and was stroking it. Jamie loaded up several more videos and each time the sight of the elderly woman starting out the video looking like a typical granny, then being fucked in all sorts of positions by a younger man and ending the video with her face being blasted by the man's cock had Jamie hard as a rock. Now, Jamie understood the whole granny fetish; the idea of a woman who was not an obvious sexual being in any way being dethroned and made into a complete slut was incredibly hot. And the rolls of fat, the wrinkles and the saggy skin were also hot exactly because they were not what most men wanted, they should disgust him but they didn't, he wanted to kiss them, bury his face in them, and explore every inch of them with his tongue... -- - Jamie knocked on Mrs Travers' door and waited a similarly long time as the day before until she opened the door, saying: 'Well hello dear, how are you?' Agnes was wearing a blouse again today, a white billowy one this time and a skirt again. Her body looked similarly as dumpy as it had the previous day, Jamie could see how low her breasts hung and the paunch she tried to hide by wearing clothes that didn't hug the figure. Jamie was, for obvious reasons, much less pissed off about being there than he had been the day before and this was reflected in his tone which was much brighter, 'I'm great, thank you, Mrs Travers! How are you?' The elderly woman noticeably brightened up at receiving such an enthusiastic response, but had to chide him, 'Now dear, what did I say yesterday?? You're Jamie and I'm Agnes, I may be old but you don't have to remind me, dear!' Jamie was mortified that he might have offended Agnes and ruined his already non-existent chances of getting his hands (or tongue, cock or any other part of his anatomy) on her pussy. But he was a charming young man and apologised, smiling disarmingly, 'My apologies, Agnes. That's the last time, I promise.' Agnes chuckled and welcomed him in, asking him if he wanted any refreshment or snack. This time Jamie accepted the offer, 'Some juice would be lovely please, Agnes.' Again, Agnes' face brightened, 'Certainly, my dear,' and she hobbled off to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of apple juice. 'So, dear, how's your mother?' asked Agnes, making conversation as Jamie seemed so much friendlier than previously. 'She's great, thanks Agnes. She asked me to say hello,' replied Jamie. 'Oh, did she? Well, isn't she sweet!' Agnes said happily. Then, still wary of boring young Jamie with the conversation of an old woman, she breezily said, 'Well dear, do you want to get to it?' Jamie stared at Agnes for a second, as her words brought a mental image of him bending her over and pounding her from behind. Then, he was brought back to earth and stammered, 'Y-yes...yes, please, Agnes.' Agnes looked slightly miffed at his staring, but moved on. 'Okay dear, well it's all where you left it yesterday,' Agnes told Jamie walking out into the garden with him. With a quick thank you to Agnes, Jamie picked up the necessary tools and started where he had left off yesterday. He turned his head quickly to watch Agnes' swaying bum as it receded inside the house and then, after rearranging his quickly hardening cock, he got to work. -- - Agnes was trying to occupy herself in the house rather than bother the young man in the garden, but then she noticed Jamie had been working for an hour so she decided to take out some refreshment to him. She walked over to the hard-working young man and brought him a glass of fresh lemonade. When Jamie saw Agnes, he stood up, looking at the refreshment in her hand gratefully, thanked her and gulped it down swiftly. Agnes looked up at the young man and watched his adam's apple and broad chest move as he swallowed the refreshing liquid. Then, Jamie looked down at her and she caught the scent of the sweat running down his body in rivers. This manly scent, overflowing with testosterone, caught Agnes unawares by appealing to the woman in her and she stumbled. She would have fallen had Jamie not caught her and helped her to stay standing. He then helped her into the house and lay her down on the sofa. -- - When Agnes had put her hand out when she stumbled it had rested on Jamie's stomach, making him start. Then, when he had stopped her from falling, he had held her and delighted in the soft feel of her skin, the weight of her body as it fell on his and the feel of her breasts as they crushed against him... Then, Jamie had to carry her into the living room where he gently laid her on the sofa, she sighed as she hit the fabric, but then lay quite still. Jamie was not sure what to do, should he take her to her bed upstairs...? Should he wake her...? Added to this was the fact that here was a woman he had come to a very sudden conclusion about. He desperately wanted to fuck her. More than he'd ever wanted to fuck anyone, it was so taboo and yet he knew it would feel so right. Jamie slowly reached down and started undoing one or two of the buttons on her blouse, telling himself that it was so that she could get some air... -- - Agnes couldn't believe what was happening, she remembered fainting after smelling the sweat from Jamie and thinking how good it felt having those feelings stirred inside her...and then she must have been out since then, because she was lying on the sofa and it felt like Jamie was undoing the buttons on her blouse. Agnes didn't know what to do; on the one hand, this young man appeared to be taking advantage of her in a vulnerable position which was reprehensible. On the other hand, if this young man, 18 year old in fact, wanted to have sex with her, an old woman, well Agnes didn't think she would say no. More specifically, Agnes didn't think she could say no, she wanted it, needed it that badly. But then, she came to her senses, when Jamie stopped at two buttons and muttered something like '...just give you some air...' Agnes felt her heart break a little as she cursed herself bitterly, thinking 'You desperate, old fool. Why would a good-looking, 18 year old kid in the prime of life want a fat, over the hill grandmother?? You're four times his age! Get a grip!' If she had had her eyes open looking at Jamie, she might well have burst into tears, as it was she stifled those long dormant feelings and mentally wept to herself. -- - Jamie had said that he was giving Agnes 'some air' more to excuse himself than as an explanation for her. Now he was looking at the tops of Agnes' breasts and he was rock hard looking at what he saw. She had light freckles and liver spots on her pale skin, which was fragile with age, from her chin down to her chest, some of them tucked into the wrinkles, which faded out further down from her neck. Then, her breasts. They were very pale and Jamie could see the tan lines above the tops of them. They didn't look to be large and Jamie could see the sag in them as they fell away to either side of Agnes' chest. Obviously at this age with her small breasts she didn't see the need for a bra anymore which Jamie was delighted by as he could faintly see Agnes' nipples through the relatively thin material of her blouse. She had a lovely little birth mark between the tops of her breasts that Jamie wanted to explore with his mouth and a blur of freckles in the same area that made his heart beat faster as he imagined holding Agnes in his arms and making love to her. Jamie was going to leave Agnes on the sofa but thought he should help her up to bed in case she was ill or nauseous from her funny turn. But as she seemed completely passed out there seemed to be only one way to take her upstairs: to carry her. Not that Jamie didn't want to carry her; he definitely did, but he didn't want Agnes to think he was taking advantage of her. He also didn't want to leave her here on an old sofa if she was unwell either, so he slipped his hands under her back and gently lifted her up, marvelling at the feel of her in his arms. She weighed next to nothing and Jamie told himself to make sure she was eating right and was fully stocked in the kitchen. No one else was caring for this lovely, old woman, so he thought he might as well do it. Jamie took Agnes out of the living room and towards the stairs, which he started to climb. Halfway up the stairs she seemed to wake, appearing surprised by Jamie carrying her. Jamie looked down at her and she smiled faintly, patting his chest by way of thanks, then leaving her hand there, making his heart pound. He got to the top of the stairs and looked around for the bedroom, when Agnes said faintly with a quaver in her voice, 'Straight ahead, dear...' -- - Agnes had felt Jamie lift her up and wondered what he was doing, stifling any expectations or ideas of what was going to happen so that she would not be as disappointed as she was earlier. But as he reached the top of the stairs, she struggled to calm her beating heart. When Jamie looked around for the bedroom and Agnes nervously directed him to the bedroom, she became more aware and self-conscious of her appearance. Jamie carried her into the room and laid her gently on the bed and then pulled back the covers to tuck her into bed. Jamie then made to leave the room, which Agnes saw as totally expected but she was also not content with him leaving before expressing her desire for something, although she did not know what that desire meant. Therefore, she spoke without thinking and simply said, 'Stay...' Jamie, surprised, whipped around and was too shocked to rely properly and mumbled something strained and confused. Agnes cleared her throat, pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at Jamie. Again, she said, 'Stay. Please. Just for a little while, stay with me.' Agnes could hear the desperate tone in her voice and hated the sound of it, but she couldn't help it and wasn't nearly so bothered now that she had expressed her desire after what felt like so long not feeling the touch of a man. Now that she had said it, Agnes was worried about Jamie's reaction hoping it would be the one she wanted. He walked towards her and sat down on the side of the bed. His close proximity made her nervous again and then she was even more nervous when he said: 'Why do you want me to stay, Agnes?' Agnes was thrown by the question and was worried about what would be the right answer. But after a second's thought she decided she was too old to lie and thought honesty would be the best policy and Jamie could make of it what he would: 'Because... I am lonely and...I...it felt nice when you were holding me and I want to feel that again. If only for a short time.' By this time Agnes' eyes were bright with tears as this was the first time she had vocalised her loneliness to anyone, more because she had no one to talk to rather than because she was afraid of saying it. But still, saying it made it real and laying herself bare to Jamie made her feel vulnerable to this young man who seemed to have so much power in his youth in contrast with Agnes who felt like her age made her weak. She felt even weaker when Jamie stood and it looked as if he was leaving, but he was actually walking round the bed to move in behind Agnes. And she felt his strong arms encircle her and hold her, before he whispered in her ear: 'I'll stay with you as long as you need me to.' She could hear the tender concern in Jamie's voice and felt like she could fall in love with him for it. Agnes settled into his arms and quickly fell asleep, for the first time in a long time feeling totally safe and content. -- - Jamie slipped out of bed as soon as he was sure Agnes was asleep. He left a note, saying 'Agnes, I would have stayed but I had to get home and finish some tasks for my mum. I will be back as soon as I can. Love, Jamie'. After checking the kitchen as he had planned to do, seeing that it was very low on the essentials, he made a mental note of what Agnes needed in the fridge and cupboards. Jamie left and returned home, later having a ferocious wank to the idea of making sweet love to Agnes. He slept soundly that night thinking that he might have a shot of seducing this old woman if he played it cool and didn't rush it. He had completely forgotten about texting Alice that evening. The next day Jamie awoke, did some stuff around the house for his mum which she was pleasantly surprised by and sincerely thanked him for it. Then, he rushed out to the supermarket in the afternoon and stocked up, recalling the mental note he had made to himself the day before. Once he had got everything he thought was needed, he walked over to Agnes' house and knocked on the door his hands full of shopping bags. -- - Agnes opened the door and was happy beyond belief when she saw Jamie at the door. She had awoken the day before from a deep sleep, to find that Jamie had left. She looked around the room, believing that he had been sympathetic to her but was not willing to stay longer than he had to comforting an old woman who really should know better. Then, she had seen the note, tempering her small jump of happiness at his 'Love, Jamie' with the reminder of how ludicrous this situation was. Therefore, to see him at the door made her bubble over with joy. 'Jamie,' she gasped. 'Oh darling, what have you done?' she asked noticing the masses of bags is his hands. 'Well, you were running low,' Jamie said, raising an eyebrow. 'So, I thought I'd help you out.' He walked into the house and then dumped the bags in the kitchen. Then, he started unloading them into the fridge and relevant cupboards. Agnes was in wonder as she stared at this man, who had come into her life and in three short days was making her feel more alive than she had at any time in the ten years since the death of her husband. She had looked at the note he had left with scepticism, believing that the day before they had gone too far even though nothing had actually happened. But here he was in her kitchen, having done her an act of immense kindness. After he had unpacked all the food up, Jamie paused and stood straight, noticing Agnes staring at him. However, this time Agnes did not quiver or become nervous; she had felt the heat between them the day before, now Jamie had displayed extreme generosity and now she wanted to do something to thank him. Jamie leaned against the counter in the kitchen and stared back at Agnes, his body language telling her to come to him. Agnes slowly walked towards him and then, when she was standing right in front of him, she put a hand on his chest, feeling the strength, the hardness of it. Agnes laid her head on Jamie's chest, she could hear his heart beating as she moved her right hand down to lift the bottom of his shirt. She slipped it inside and ran her fingers over his warm, hard stomach, feeling the muscles that rippled across it. Her breathing her became heavier as she looked up at Jamie and saw that he was enjoying her slow, soft movements. Then, suddenly Agnes was overcome with feminine desire and slipped her other hand inside his shirt and ran both up to his broad chest, thumbing his nipples, then across the tops of his shoulders and down his sides to rest her hands on his hips. All the while she had drawn herself closer to his body so that his hard, flat stomach and her soft, flabby one were crushed against each other. She looked up at him with something approaching love in her eyes and licked her lips readying herself for her first kiss in ten years. Jamie's head seemed to be moving down to meet hers and his arms were going round her body and Agnes held Jamie's body more tightly to her as if she was never going to let him go... The Gardener Ch. 02 Then, shockingly, awfully, heartbreakingly, Agnes' phone rang, she turned her head and Jamie jumped away from her. She looked back at Jamie mournfully and walked to the phone to answer it. She picked up, answered and heard her son reply in the Australian twang that he had acquired over there. Normally, a phone call from Agnes' son would have been the highlight of her day, to hear him, his wife and grandchildren, but in a few short days her new feelings for Jamie had turned her world upside down. Now, she sighed as she answered the phone, drawing her son's concern to which she said: 'No, nothing dear, its fine...' as she watched Jamie leave the house quietly and walk past the front window. -- - It had been two weeks and Agnes still had not heard anything from Jamie since they had almost kissed and Agnes had resigned herself to the fact that the 'almost kiss' would be the closest she'd ever get to romance at her age. She wasn't sure what had caused the sudden change in Jamie but she did know that she wished it had never happened whatever it was... -- - There was actually a good reason for Jamie's absence; he had left Agnes to her conversation with her son so as not to be rude. After leaving Agnes his mind had been doing backflips over what had almost happened between them. Then, suddenly, his phone was ringing and Alice was calling. Jamie felt terrible, he hadn't even spoken to her in three days; all he'd been thinking about was Agnes. He answered the phone to his very irate girlfriend and apologised for his behaviour, then went over to her house and apologised further. But it was only a short time before he felt the need to come clean and confessed that he'd met someone else. Alice was shocked, upset and started screaming at Jamie for his betrayal. He could not believe what he was doing, breaking up with this hot, little thing, the sexiest girl he'd ever met, the girl he couldn't believe he'd managed to catch when he'd bagged her for what? A fat, elderly granny with white hair and saggy breasts. But this granny got him so hard, so fast, like no other woman had ever done that he wanted to pursue it to see where it went; he knew that he'd always regret if he didn't. However, his conscience told him that he couldn't do that while he was with Alice. Therefore, there was only one thing to do. This did not make it any easier though. Then, once that unpleasant task was over he turned his mind back to Agnes. But how could he walk back in to her house and pick up just where they'd left off? He couldn't. Especially after he'd walked out without an explanation. And then, the more he deliberated and procrastinated about what he should do the longer the gap in time became until it was two weeks and he felt he'd missed the opportunity. -- - Agnes was back to her normal weekend life before Jamie had entered it, moving about the house trying to occupy herself with something, waiting for the usual call from her daughter or her son depending on who had drawn the short straw of contacting their mother. When she heard the knock at the door she assumed it was just door sellers or some religious cult; she finally got to the door and opened it to see Jamie standing there with a large bunch of flowers and a face wracked with guilt. Agnes heart was suddenly beating faster and her knees felt weak; what was he doing here? Jamie took a step forward and said in a small voice: 'Agnes...I'm so sorry.' Then, he gave her the flowers, moved forward and gently wrapped her in his arms. Agnes didn't know what to say; should she be happy that he was hugging her or angered by his assumption that he could do this after his silence of the last two weeks? But then, shocking and arousing her, Agnes felt Jamie's soft lips on her neck. At this point she forgot any idea of pushing him away and simply enjoyed the feel of his lips...and his hands as they roamed her body...and then she could feel the hardness at his crotch and it was confirmed for her that she aroused him as much as he aroused her. Jamie's tongue was stroking Agnes' neck, while his hands ran up and down her flanks, feeling her body, like he had wanted to since seeing that line of sweat on her knickers two weeks before. Agnes was helpless, breathless as she revelled in these long dead feelings of desire and she had to say it. 'Oh god...Jamie...yes, please, please...' Jamie broke off and smiled at her, saying 'What do you want to say Agnes?' Agnes didn't know what to say, she was still worried about voicing her desire for Jamie in case she scared him off, 'Just hold me...and...and...maybe kiss me?' She said the last bit in a rush and looked down nervously but Jamie just laughed and gently pulled her chin back up so he could bend his head and kiss her. The first touch of their lips sent a thrill through her whole body and she felt her pussy quiver. She welcomed his mouth onto hers, loved feeling his lips moving over her soft ones and then she was thrilled with the feeling of his tongue inside her mouth fencing with her own. She could feel herself becoming awkward as she didn't want Jamie to regret this, so she became very aware of her hands, her body, nervous of what he might think of her round belly and her tits after all the hot young things he'd had before now. Kissing him, she'd never been so aware of her age. But then Jamie seemed to sense this and grabbed her hands and placed them firmly on his bum and she relaxed slightly. Shortly after he lifted Agnes off her feet, but this time there was no worry over what might happen, as it already had and now she was happy to do whatever Jamie wanted her to. -- - Jamie had looked down at Agnes' face cracked with countless wrinkles around her eyes, her cheeks going on down to her neck and her mouth...oh her mouth looked so hot, tiny lines and wrinkles radiating away from it as she breathed heavily. Then Jamie kissed and experienced all those things for himself and he grew harder as soon as they kissed, his cock looking to bust out of his pants. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth he could feel her tongue dancing with his own and he loved it. He could tell from how tentative she was initially, that she was nervous, which was why he placed her hands on his bum. Then he lifted her and headed straight for the stairs intending to put right what he'd done wrong the last two weeks. On the way up the stairs he looked down at her and couldn't resist stopping to kiss her, she just turned him on so much. When he got into the bedroom, he laid her down on the bed gently and then lay beside her. He looked down at her, his eyes moved down her body taking it all in. He rested his hand on her belly feeling the expanse of it and he realised he liked the fact that she was fat, he liked the big belly, the large legs and the double chin and couldn't imagine her without them, in fact he didn't want to. He could see Agnes felt self-conscious about Jamie touching her stomach, so he put her mind at ease, saying: 'This...' his hand circling her belly, 'I love.' At that, Agnes' eyes lit up and she whispered 'Thank you.' She knew some men liked larger women, but never expected to be able to take advantage of that herself. And then, after a nervous second as she was frightened of asking what she wanted to, she looked up and quickly looked away and said in a small voice 'What...else do you like about me, Jamie? I want to know what a young, good-looking man wants with a fat, elderly lady. Please be honest.' Jamie took a second to think and then said something that made her well up with desire. 'I like that you've lived a life, full of joy and heartbreak. You know what it is to smile, laugh and cry and I think that's a good thing. But I'm also looking forward to seeing you naked. And by the way, didn't I just say I liked this? So stop with this fat business.' He said this last, again circling her belly. Agnes laughed at that, saying, 'But dear, I am fat, there's no getting away from it.' At this, Jamie leant down and whispered into her ear, 'Well maybe I like that about you...' Then, he then gently blew in her ear and circled her ear gently with his tongue, moving down to her earlobe flicking, licking and sucking it feverishly. Agnes grunted and moaned at the moves Jamie was making on her, her body undulated at the feelings he was stirring in her and she pushed her crotch against his body, hungering for his attention. She knew she was going to enjoy this, thanking her lucky stars that this man had come into her life. She felt so much more comfortable after hearing him say that because now she believed she realised that all the things she hated about her body, all the insecurities of an old lady were the things that turned him on. She didn't understand it but at least she knew and she was comfortable with it and thought she would probably become more comfortable with it as it meant he liked Agnes for Agnes. Then she pulled his head down to kiss him again and this time she pushed her tongue out to meet his and she felt good doing it. Agnes felt Jamie's hands roaming her body, growing warm as he slowly ran his hands over her breasts. Then, she felt him pull down one of the straps of her dress and she finally believed that this was going to happen... The Gardener Ch. 03 Many, many apologies for the tardy follow up everybody, but I must admit I'd never written a sex scene before and was nervous about disappointing people. So, I very much hope people appreciate my efforts, as always comments are welcome, as are suggestions for the plot of the follow up! Enjoy! ***** Jamie pulled the strap of Agnes' dress all the way down her arm until it revealed the top of her breast and her bra. Then he pulled the other down just as far until the tops of both breasts and the whole of Agnes' bra was revealed to Jamie's hungry eyes. He looked down at Agnes, as she self-consciously tried to stop herself from fidgeting nervously. Although Jamie had told her why he liked her (for reasons that she still could not totally believe) she was still afraid that he would come to his senses, pull the rug out from under her and she would never see him again. Therefore, Jamie looking down at her body, the body of a 73 year old woman, for the first time terrified her. Jamie, on the other hand, looked down at Agnes' body with pure lust. He remembered the excess skin on her neck, the birthmark high up on her cleavage and how her aged skin highlighted the freckles across the tops of her breasts. But now he could see a lot more, he liked the way that, even in the bra, Agnes breasts sagged away to either side of her chest, looking well-used and wrinkled. He loved the mass of wrinkles in her cleavage and was looking forward to tasting them with his tongue, as well as her upper chest which was also cracked by network of flaws and creases on her aged skin. Jamie wanted to savour this moment, so he drew his right index finger to Agnes' mouth, stroked her lips with it and slipped it between them. He moved his finger around her mouth, (she looking slightly bewildered), over and under her tongue, coating it in saliva, then pulled it out and drew a line from her mouth... down to her chin and further down, savouring the feel of her liver spotted neck, with its soft wrinkles and excess skin as he went. Then, past her neck he spread his hand over her body and moved it down, feeling the uneven texture of Agnes' fragile and aged skin, until the heel of his hand was touching the tops of her breasts. After a second or two, Jamie noticed the hammering pace of Agnes' heart and then, her heavy breathing. Agnes, although she was initially bewildered by Jamie's actions, soon became turned on by the feel of his hand moving down her body, exploring it and she closed her eyes to concentrate on it. She loved the calming feel of his wide, strong hand on the top of her breasts and then he moved it down... Jamie moved his hand down and briefly tucked his finger into Agnes' cleavage and felt the warmth of her breasts either side of his finger, making her gasp and, if possible, harder than he already was. Then, suddenly, he moved his hands down to her hips and slowly pulled her dress off so that he could take in her body as it was revealed to him. He loved seeing her breasts in their entirety, loved their granny sag, the way they sat on her large belly, like two old, slightly deflated, balloons. Then Jamie pulled the dress lower and studied Agnes' belly, in all its flabby, chunky and wrinkled glory. He realised he was staring when she self-consciously crossed her arms over it trying to hide it, at which he uncrossed her arms and lightly kissed her stomach dead in its centre. 'Didn't I say I loved this?' he asked her softly. 'Yes, but you might have changed your mind and if you did... ' Agnes began. 'I'm not going to change my mind Agnes, I want to see you naked.' Jamie cut across her firmly, Agnes heard the words, but she couldn't make sense of them as she lay there with her saggy breasts on show, her large belly exposed and still this young man claimed he wanted to see more of her. He dragged the dress lower kissing each of Agnes thick thighs as he did so, the feeling of his lips so near to her pussy sending shockwaves through her. Then the dress was off and Agnes was just in a bra and knickers with this young stud, his body so fit and tight in contrast to the age and plumpness of hers. But then Agnes forgot all that when Jamie leant down and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and playfighting with hers. They kissed for a couple of minutes before he rose back up to reveal the body which Agnes had been wanting to see ever since he had walked into the house and kissed her. First Jamie threw off his jumper and barely had he done that than Agnes had her hands on him to take off his t-shirt as well. She reminded herself of the feel of his body after her brief touch before her son phoned two weeks before. He was so young and smooth and Agnes felt privileged to have him in her bed as this young man could surely have his pick of the girls his age, but instead here he was with a woman 4 times his age who could barely remember what sex felt like. She had believed he would run at the first sight of her body, but he was still here and now she just dearly hoped she didn't disappoint in the bedroom in comparison with all the young girls he'd likely had in the past. Sure, Agnes knew she was well past her prime but she felt that now she had him here in her bed her considerable, although rusty, skills would take over. So, she threw Jamie's shirt off his shoulders, marvelling at their broadness as she did. Then, she ran her hands down the front of his torso, pinching his nipples as she went. She remembered it was something Gerald had always enjoyed and apparently Jamie did also judging by the jump in his crotch. Working on that knowledge Agnes began to work Jamie's chest and neck with her mouth, kissing and licking them passionately. Then eventually she worked her way to his nipple and curled her tongue around it, licking and occasionally nipping it with her teeth, getting an aroused yelp from him each time. At some point during this foreplay from the old lady, she began pressing her hand on his cock which she could feel would definitely do the job. She moved to undo his trousers, but Jamie gently stopped her. 'Agnes, no, I want to see... ' he paused and gently pinched her nipples, which were now quite pronounced in her bra and Agnes gasped which shock and desire. 'these. If you don't mind that is?' 'No, I... don't mind, darling. But remember they're not as perky as they once were!' she said, laughing nervously, feeling that she was having small fits each time Jamie wanted to see more of her body. Jamie, still anxious to calm her nerves, bent down to kiss Agnes and then moved his hands round to her slightly bent, wrinkled back. He found her bra clasp, unhooked it and slowly drew it off her shoulders and uncovered her breasts. He moved his hands over her body, feeling the aged fat and excess skin on her sides as it came round to meet at her belly. Then, he very slowly moved his hands to her breasts and when he first touched them, his dick jumped so hard he felt like he could have cum right then. He could feel that they were small, wrinkled things which would never turn the head of most men, but the contrast they had with the breasts of his now ex-girlfriend Alice was delicious. Jamie had been kissing Agnes the whole time he had been exploring her little boobs with his hands, but now he pulled his head away to look down at Agnes. She instinctively moved her hands to cover her breasts from the piercing gaze of the young man but he gently pulled them away and said totally sincerely: 'Don't cover them, Agnes. They're beautiful.' They weren't beautiful, far from it in fact. Although on a smaller woman they would have looked quite ample, the passage of time and their weight had taken much of the roundness from them, so when compared to Agnes' belly and general roundness, her breasts just looked flabby, with a lot of sag and relatively flat. When Jamie had looked at them he thought them to be quite big, but he lifted them in his hands and realised that there wasn't a lot of flesh there, barely filling his palms, let alone the whole of his hand. They drooped towards her belly, tipped by unusually large nipples which pointed directly down as if directing Jamie to Agnes' pussy. There were countless, almost cute, little wrinkles cracking the skin running away from the nipples. In short, they were the breasts of an elderly woman, small, sad things that had long ago lost their fight with gravity but that was exactly what turned Jamie on about them. And he could see that they would flop around nicely as Agnes rode his cock and nothing would make him harder than seeing that. Then, Jamie bent his head to stimulate Agnes' breasts with his mouth... he moved his tongue over the wrinkles under her nipple, enjoying the dry feel of her cracked and aged skin, so different to the young, smooth bodies he was used to. Then, Jamie engulfed her long, rubbery nipple with his mouth, covering it in his saliva, then holding it between his teeth while he lashed it with his tongue, gently flicking the other with his finger. For Agnes, the self-consciousness over her body, the mindgames over why Jamie wanted her of all people was all forgotten. She gasped at the amazing and lewd feeling of this young man's tongue on one breast and then, after he had drawn that tongue across the no man's land between the two mounds, to the other. All she could concentrate on was the feeling of what Jamie was doing to her right now, finally she had some of the sexual satisfaction she had needed for so long. But not all of it, oh no, she wanted him to fuck her, but she also didn't want to rush it, she was so pleased that he was giving her some foreplay, so that when he finally buried his cock deep inside her she would be gagging for it. It had been ten years, she could wait just a little longer for this sweetest of pleasures. Her dry, breathless gasps of pleasure from the assault on her nipples made Jamie's cock straighten out to its full length. 'Oh god... yes... Jamie, yes, yes, yes, yes... ' Her speech subsided into wordless grunts and moans of pleasure, as she pushed her nipples as far into Jamie's mouth as possible, feeling like she could lie there enjoying the attention of this hard-bodied young man forever. Then, she felt Jamie's fingers sliding under the waistband of her knickers and her heart was racing all over again at the prospect of him seeing her old lady pussy, grey pubes, chubbiness and all. And slowly, that glorious tongue that had given her nipples so much pleasure and made them feel like hard, little bullets on the tips of her breasts, that tongue was moving south. She tried to enjoy the feeling of Jamie licking his way down the folds of her belly, but was still far too self-conscious about her size to fully let go although he seemed to be enjoying it from the sounds and occasional words she could catch. 'oh yes... beautiful... gorgeous belly... mmm, wonderful... ' Then, Jamie came to the top of her pubic hair which was all snow white, something that he found incredibly erotic without being able to explain why. Jamie's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at Agnes' pussy, which was surrounded by a lot of flesh and wrinkles, her thick belly and meaty thighs. Her pussy itself was also quite chubby and he reached out a finger to touch her outer lips, Agnes gasped with the contact and Jamie looked into her eyes as he slowly stroked her pussy. She felt like this was the final frontier and just wanted him to stick his finger deep inside her pussy to get it ready for his cock. But Jamie just kept stroking her, then he started to slip a finger just slightly between her lips, which elicited the most adorable, little girlish gasps from Agnes each time he did and he could see the pink deeper inside as her arousal took her over. Then, Jamie suddenly spread the lips of her pussy and looked at it briefly, before flattening his tongue, moving it between the forest of white pubic hair and licking all the way from the bottom of her slit all the way to the clit which he stimulated with a little flick of his tongue. Agnes groaned with the passage of Jamie's tongue until it touched her clit, when she almost screamed, it having been so long since her little button had been loved. Then, Jamie withdrew his head, confused in his youth. 'Agnes... you're not wet... ' She looked mortified at having to explain this to such a young man. 'Well... erm... no, dear. I don't get as... wet as I used to, but it's been a long time since I had anyone to get aroused for... ' she trailed off, then, desperately, 'But I'm sure I still can! And I can still... have sex, it just might take a little longer, I'm sorry, dear.' Agnes dropped her head in embarrassment. Jamie saw Agnes' nerves and wanted to calm them, so worked his way back up her body and snogged her long and lovingly, his tongue roaming her mouth, hers coming to life as she forgot her worries and just enjoyed the kiss, gripping his back as she pulled him to her. Then, she felt Jamie's thumb on her clit while his fingers worked her fuckhole, getting it ready for his cock, but not sliding it in just yet. Slowly, he broke the kiss and moved down Agnes' body this time, but still spending some time with her fascinatingly long nipples. Then, once more Jamie's tongue kissed down Agnes' belly, a trip no man had travelled in a decade but which he had made twice in just a few minutes. Then, he was at Agnes' vagina again, he had not noticed the smell earlier, but it was exactly as you would expect an elderly woman's vagina to smell, almost dusty. Jamie gently licked from the bottom to top of her slit, again stimulating her clit with his tongue, working off Agnes faint cooing punctuated with the gasps from the stimulation of her clit. Then, Jamie settled his tongue at the top of Agnes pussy, gently playing with her little button which had her grunting and after a while heaving as her veined hand pushed on the back of Jamie's head holding him in place. He slowly slipped his middle finger inside her pushing it all the way to the hilt, which forced a low growl of animal passion from Agnes and the first profanity he had ever heard from her which she drew out to some length. 'Oh fuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk, DO NOT STOP... ' Jamie was now running his tongue over and over Agnes' clit, gaining speed until he was reciting the alphabet at high speed and he had added a second to the one already slamming into her hard and fast. He could feel her whole body as her belly slapped deliciously against his forehead every time she humped against his mouth over and over and her hands held his head in an iron vice over her pussy. Jamie loved the change that had come over the old woman as soon as she forgot everything and started to enjoy it. He could see that she was going to be a better shag than Alice, who had always looked great and said all the the right things, but always been worried about how she looked and sometimes told Jamie how he should fuck her. Agnes: not so. She was all over the place, her belly rippled in waves and the different folds crashed against each other as Jamie's fingers plunged in and out of her, her breasts flopped around and slapped against that belly and her multiple chins wobbled as she looked down at Jamie working on her. And that low growl of animal passion had grown to a high-pitched, wail of pleasure which she surely would have been embarrassed to hear later on. But now that she was in the mood, showing off her excess flesh and letting herself go was not a problem for her, she just wanted to get fucked, anyhow, any time, anywhere. Jamie could feel from the more frantic movements of her body that Agnes was building to a crescendo for her orgasm and so he kept up the pace of his tongue and fingers, going at a furious intensity which had her banging her head against the headboard and letting out frantic, high-pitched grunts. 'Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! UHH! UHHH! UHHHHHH... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!' And with that final, frightening roar Agnes orgasmed violently, bucking her hips onto Jamie's tongue and holding his head where it was, forcing him to keep her orgasm going. And as she didn't stop Jamie could feel that Agnes was going for multi orgasms, still frantically getting herself off on his mouth. He knew this was a release from her life of being a lonely granny, she had needed someone to see her as a sexual being for so long that now that someone had, she wasn't going to let go until she had fully satisfied herself. Then, finally a second orgasm... And a couple of minutes later... A third... until Agnes was riding a continual wave of ecstasy, faint with pleasure. Then, she slumped into the bed and Jamie thought she really had fainted. But then he felt her hands running through his hair caressing it lovingly. 'Mmmm come here, darling... ' Agnes murmured, as she pulled Jamie's head up towards her. Jamie lay beside Agnes and they kissed, long and lovingly. The young man and the old woman lay together in bed smiling at each other, he feeling her body, she wanting only one thing now and touching it to make clear what that was: his cock. Jamie actually still had his jeans on and his solid hard manhood was encased in them. Agnes was feeling impatient to see it, taste it and feel it inside her, so she quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers off at which point Jamie's cock sprung a tent in his boxers. The old woman gave off a little coo of excitement at seeing the size of the young man's package which she rubbed through his boxers. Then she whipped them off to see his cock spring free. She gulped at the size of it, although not particularly long it was so... thick. Agnes slipped her wrinkled hand around it, reminding herself of how a cock felt, both hard and throbbing, while also being in a way soft and delicate. She stroked it gently, not believing her luck at her age, somehow getting this young man into bed, him giving her an earth-shattering orgasm and now being allowed to see his beautiful cock. Agnes didn't want to waste much time as she got on her hands and knees over Jamie's throbbing manhood, but felt nervous about taking control, so looked up at Jamie and asked him quietly: 'May I suck it?' Jamie didn't trust himself to answer, so he gently pushed Agnes' head in the right direction. And for the first time in as long as she could remember Agnes put her lips around a man's shaft. She began by sucking on the head, pleasuring it with her tongue which produced a low moan from Jamie. Agnes was trying to calm her swiftly beating heart while she did her best to recall what she knew men most enjoyed about oral sex, so the noise from the young man gave her more confidence that she could give him the pleasure he had given her. She loved the feeling of Jamie's thickness spreading her lips but was nervous about pushing herself too far too early. So she worked on the business end of his cock and brought her hand up to cup his heavy balls, stroking them gently. Agnes went a bit further down the length of Jamie's hard cock, surprising herself by how much of it she could swallow before her gag reflex kicked in. Agnes felt Jamie's hands reach down to clasp her saggy breasts which sat on her belly and she continued to go to work... Jamie looked down at this aged, grey-headed woman going to town on his shaft and was still unable to believe his luck in seducing this granny. He handled her tits gently, pinching the nipples every so often. But mostly he watched her head moving back and forth, gaining speed as her confidence rose and her lips spread wide, a spiderweb of wrinkles running away from them, which only increased a hundredfold when you looked down to her neck. Agnes' breasts hung down and swayed to and fro as she pleasured Jamie, and her potbelly hung below her breasts, completely obscuring any sign of her white, pubic forest below. The Gardener Ch. 03 Jamie reached into that forest, finding Agnes' slit which, after he stroked it for a few minutes, became very well-lubricated. Jamie was looking forward to getting inside her. Agnes' lips were now running up and down his shaft, covering it with her saliva. Breathing heavily, she slipped his cock from her mouth and looked at him with animal lust in her eyes as well as a significant amount of bewilderment as to how this had happened. Jamie didn't mince his words: 'You want to get fucked, Agnes?' Agnes smiled and nodded wearily: 'I thought you'd never ask.' Jamie rose from the bed, lifted the old woman easily and lay her back down on the bed ready for a good shag. He lay on the bed and leant down to relax Agnes by giving her a kiss and feeling her body. Then slowly he moved between her legs, so that his manhood lay at the entrance to her pussy and her heart beat faster due to nervousness about having sex for the first time in ten years. But Jamie did his best to calm her down by leaning down to kiss her without pushing his cock any closer to her, then he moved his tongue over the wrinkles on her neck and across the freckles to her breasts. He wrapped his tongue around Agnes' large nipples, pulling on them with his teeth until she was running her hands through his hair in her passion, pulling his head to her tits. By this point, Jamie was nestled at the opening of Agnes' slot and the feeling of that large cock so close but not inside was driving her crazy. Agnes could take it no longer and drew Jamie's head to hers, not knowing whether she was being too pushy, she whispered: 'Just fuck me, will you?' Jamie heard what she had said, but loved when this elderly woman used explicit language so asked her to repeat it, and Agnes in her frustration said 'Won't you just fuck this old pussy??' Jamie was shocked at her choice of words and Agnes could see it and thought she had messed everything up by saying something wrong. But Jamie just asked her again to repeat what she'd said. Agnes faltered: 'Won't you just... fuck this... old pussy?' She saw Jamie's eyes light up at the word 'old' and with no warning Agnes felt the walls of her pussy pushed aside as he pushed his cock inside her pussy all the way to the hilt. Agnes was taken aback by the feeling and made an 'oof' sound as if the stuffing has been knocked out of her, but then Jamie stopped and she was given the time to enjoy a cock inside her again. He was pretty well-endowed and Agnes loved being reminded of the feeling of fullness it gave her... then Jamie slid back out again and in... and again... and again... Now he was fucking her... still quite slowly, but then Agnes changed that in her mind as she saw Jamie looking at her to make sure she was enjoying herself and she believed they were making love... She didn't think they were in love, but that was the only word for what they were doing. And in that moment, Agnes no longer felt like a granny in her 70s, thinking herself undesirable and over the hill, she also didn't suddenly feel she was a young, hot 20-something which she knew was absurd. She just felt wanted, by an 18 year old kid, and if it was only for her body, hers, that of a 73 year old woman, well she felt that was a minor miracle in itself. And she would enjoy it while it lasted. God, Jamie's cock felt so good as it plumbed the depths of her pussy, drawing out and slamming back in again. Agnes was now grinding her body back to meet Jamie's thrusts inside her and she reached her hands round to grab his butt to pull him into her. She had forced herself to forget how good it felt having a man between her legs but it was amazing to feel Jamie's strong body against her and feel his backside rising and falling as he made love to her. She moved a hand from his arse to her clit and began to flick it in time with the rhythmic strokes of his body, which was sweating slightly and breathing heavily as she was. Jamie could not believe his luck in hitting the jackpot, he was fucking his elderly neighbour Agnes and it was simply amazing. He was surprised at how tight she was and was wondering if a pussy could close up after years of disuse, but dismissed that as improbable. Her face was screwed up as if she was in agony but from the moans she was letting he knew she was feeling the exact opposite, she was clearly loving it. He looked down at her body, all of it moving as she moved. He again thought how much more fun she was than Alice, Agnes was even more all over the place now than when Jamie had gone down on her but she was enjoying the sex so much that she couldn't have cared less. Her hair was a complete mess, sticking up at odd ends and plastered to her face due to the sweat flowing from her in streams and her chest was bright red from the physical exertion of being fucked by this young stud. The various folds of her belly rippled in waves and the sound of her breasts slapping against it drove Jamie crazy with desire so that he fucked her more and more vigorously. As Jamie moved faster and faster Agnes' moans became more intense until she started screaming his name with unbridled passion as well as what exactly he should do to her... and it was getting him close to blasting inside her... 'Oh Jamieeee... fuck me darliiiiing... ' she moaned, pulling him into her. 'How do you want me to fuck you, Agnes?' he asked intensely. 'Haaaaard darling, haaard... Fuck me wherever and however you want... ' she wailed. 'And what do you want me to fuck, Agnes?' he asked, slamming into her. Agnes was unsure of how to answer at first but then she remembered her previous answer, '... I want you to fuck my old pussy?' Jamie's eyes lit up again as they had before, 'Mmmm, yesss, tell me more... ' 'Fuck my old... wrinkly pussy...?' Agnes felt humiliated saying it, shamed to draw attention to what she saw as her faults. But then she saw that look of desire in Jamie's eyes once more, felt the way his cock fucked her harder and harder and that feeling disappeared. 'Yesss... more, Agnes, you dirty old girl!' Jamie panted, seconds away from filling her pussy with a load of his cum. 'Fuck this granny pussy harder and faster than you've ever fucked any other little slut!' Agnes screamed with animalistic fervour. She could feel another orgasm coming on and this time it felt like they were going to reach the crescendo together. 'Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck... my... fat... granny... pussy...!' Agnes squealed the last in between the pounding of Jamie's cock. And there it was. She felt her orgasm slamming into her as Jamie's cock pounded her. And as she came, her pussy clamped around that cock, forcing him to explode as well. 'AAAAHHHH, OOOOOHHHHH FUCK ME!! ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!' There was that animalistic roar again, which seemed to be Agnes' trademark when she climaxed. And at the same time Jamie was panting as he emptied his balls into Agnes. 'Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck... ' He held her hips as they both shook with the release of their orgasms and watched her belly quiver and her breasts shake, the last few manically passionate grunts subsiding into low moans and he knew he'd made the right decision choosing her over Alice. This was definitely the best sex he had ever had. Then Jamie fell to lay beside Agnes, feeling her breasts, rubbing her flabby belly, kissing and holding her lovingly. He looked at his elderly lover with her eyes closed in her post-orgasmic bliss and gently asked 'Agnes, are you okay?' A smile spread across her face as she saw the concern in the young man's face. 'Oh my dear, I'm wonderful, just absolutely wonderful... How was that for you?' Jamie kissed her before saying, 'That was... ' He kissed her again. '... the best... ' And again. 'sex I've ever had.' Agnes laughed with a mixture of joy and relief at what he said and that he didn't seem to have any regrets about what had happened between them. They kissed again and then, tired as they were from their lovemaking, they both fell into a contented, dreamless sleep with Jamie holding Agnes and she never having felt safer and more secure than she was at that moment. To be continued...