When the Need Strikes - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 4

... man from Italy or Greece, or…I don’t know, Malta. “Pardon, madam,” he said, his voice thick with a sexy European accent that I couldn’t even come close to placing. “I hope I did not to disturb you.” “No,” I said with a laugh, “it’s fine.” I blushed, and took a sip of tea to cover it—it had been two days since I’d gotten off now, and it was driving me up the wall. “I am just to be…trimming the bushes.” He held out a pair of shears, but I couldn’t stop staring at his chest. “Of course,” I said. “Let me know if I get in your way.” The next twenty minutes were, I can tell you, most pleasant. I just sat, sipping tea, watching as Hugo (or Pablo or Mario or whatever his name was) worked…the man was practically a work of art. His huge muscles bulged with every motion, his long dark hair blew in the breeze, and as he snipped away at the bush, a strange sort of pollen started drifting toward me. It smelled nice, and though I don’t have any allergies, made my mind slightly hazy. As I watched and drank the tea and smelled the pollen, I couldn’t stop thinking about the mostly-naked man in front of me…how attractive he was…how good it would feel if he’d turn around, bend me over the garden bench, and do what my baby brother was too afraid to do… He was totally absorbed in his work, and it would have been so easy to reach down and play with myself as I watched him, imagined him roughly taking me, fucking me, cumming inside me… But I didn’t want to do anything rash until after I heard what the lawyer had to say, and so I (barely) managed to stop myself, and just sat there in a delightful haze until I heard the old man’s creaky voice calling for me from inside. --- Support my writing and get more stories at patreon.com/pan