Olympic Dreaming Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Olympic Dreaming Ch. 14

Author's Note - Warning: there is a reference to someone getting cancer in this chapter, so if this causes you distress, please be warned. The outcome is good in this case - if that helps.

Chapter 14

After spending a wonderful summer in France, we returned to Manchester to prepare for our work placements. The weather was dreary and much colder than in Southern France, making us feel down. To lift our spirits, we decided to shop for clothes on the first day back. The girls needed various business attire for their jobs, so it was a productive trip. Luckily, the IT industry was more flexible, and I could wear smart-casual clothes, but I still allowed them to pick out some items for me. Since I had earned significant money over the previous six months with the film, I paid for all their clothes. This meant they could all buy high-end brands and looked incredibly professional (and stunning!) as they posed for me. Afterwards, they took me to Victoria's Secret, modelled, and bought some underwear as a treat for me.

During our stay in France, I hired a gardener to mow our lawn weekly and keep it tidy. However, once we returned, the grass had grown quite long again as he had suffered a bad back. So, I decided to take care of it myself now we had a few dry days. The house had a good-sized garden at the rear with borders filled with shrubs and flowers. We didn't know what most of them were, but they looked pretty. It was a typical late English summer - we were experiencing a ...

... hot and dry spell following the cold and wet weather. I started in shorts and a T-shirt, but the heat made me remove the shirt quickly. The girls wore light clothing like shorts, leggings, and crop or skimpy tops. While I was cutting the grass, the girls tried their hand at gardening. Although we were unsure about the names of different plants, we could recognise most of the weeds, or at least we hoped we could.

As I finished, I saw our elderly neighbour, Mrs Slocombe, out in her garden, so we chatted over the fence. We'd had brief conversations while living there, but never for long. She used the same gardener, and her lawn was also getting long, so I offered to cut hers for her. She readily agreed, so I put our lawnmower away and went to her shed to get hers out. She lived alone and was quite a chatterbox, but I quickly surmised she knew her plants. Knowing the girls were clueless next door and they also liked a good gossip, I suggested she went around to our garden, and she could make sure they were only pulling out weeds. Mrs Slocombe was delighted with the suggestion, so I escorted her next door and introduced her to all the girls.

Going back into Mrs Slocombe's garden, I took out her lawnmower and got to work. She had a very old, heavy model you had to push along manually. With the heat, I soon started sweating buckets. It took me the best part of an hour to cut her grass. As I was clattering about in her shed, putting the lawnmower back, a woman suddenly appeared ...