The constant gardener - Sex Stories

The constant gardener

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From the day that I came into the service of Mrs. Donnovan I considered myself a lucky man. At 18 my prospects weren't that great, certainly nothing like this beautiful garden, this lake-sized swimming pool, a mansion that wasn't my concern but sure was a better sight than the cleaning job I'd prepared myself for. One day I'd seen the ad in the paper and sent in my application, and Mrs. Donnovan had answered, "Come over."

She'd waited by the swimming pool, in a deck chair, one long tanned leg folded across the other, slipper hanging loose. A dressing gown barely covered her full body. She wore a dark blue, one-piece swimming suit that somehow seemed more indecent because it reminded me of some BDSM latex outfits I'd seen online. Not that I let it show on my face. This was the most important day of my life.

Thick, dark curls framed her dark eyes and lips that wouldn't be that juicy without fillers.

This wasn't a normal job interview.

"I just wanted to have a look at you", she said, sipping from a tall glass tinkling with ice. "We've had some problems."

I didn't ask what problems.

"You look..." Something sweet crossed her face, not something I'd expected from a woman like this. Then I realized that she was simply well-preserved, not young. She was probably 15 to 20 years older than me. I really wanted this job. "You look sweet," she finished.

"Thank you", I said. At the orphanage, and later at the gardening classes ...

... in high school, they'd always told me to be polite.

"Take a look around", she said, waving a hand. "If you like this place, maybe you could come working for us, or for my husband rather. You'll see a few others around, our children mostly."

"I've seen enough", I said. "You have a great place here."

"Really? That's nice. Well, in that case I guess you're hired. Now, the salary, you understand that we looked for someone with a bit more experience."

"I understand."

"Excellent!" She smiled. The warmth was gone from her face and the smile never got to her eyes. But I'd expected this. "Jeff will fill you in on the details. Start tomorrow?"

"I'm looking forward to it", I said, almost with an exclamation point, not wanting to seem too eager.

She never got up, even though I wished for it. Walking she must have been a goddess similar to some celebrities, but with a mother's touch. I was afraid that was going to be a problem, working in shorts all day.

It was a long trip from where I lived to the gates of the mansion. I got up at 04:30 just to get there in time, and barely made it. Jeff checked the time and shook his head in disappointment, but didn't say anything. He'd showed me the ropes the day before. All that was left was work.

Doing everything they'd taught me in high school I organized it to perfection. They had the resources to do everything properly. I even spent some extra money of my own, ordering material. It was worth it if I got a smile from Mrs. ...