Gardener - Sex Stories

Gardener

... "Well, not really but you realize that I had a rooting interest," Mrs. Cox said. "Nothing wrong with me keeping an eye on you, is it? You don't mind that do you?" "No," Mike managed to say as sweat dripped down the sides of his face. "After all," Rita Cox said as she stopped even trying to pretend she was gardening. "You seem to like to keep an eye on me, or so it seems, although why a young buck like you would be interested in a woman like me is beyond me. Not much interest in old fat cows these days." "You're not," Mike said as his heart threatened to race out of control while they knelt near each other. "Not what honey?" Rita said. "Not old - or fat," he assured her in a very shaky voice. "I think you're being kind but I love hearing it," Rita said as she took off her glove and put her hand on Mike's shoulder. "Maybe there are some real men out there after all. Men that don't mind a little extra meat on a woman's bones, and aren't scared off if she's not waxed head to toe. You seem to be that kind of man." "I - I know I look at you a lot, especially in the the summer, but..." "Now if you ruin it by saying you're sorry that you look I'll never forgive you," Mrs. Cox said as she smiled that smile again while gently squeezing his muscular shoulder. "A lonely woman like me doesn't get looked at too much anymore, and when you would come out all shy and everything sneaking peeks at me? Makes my day." "I - uh - You're just pretty. Can't help it." "And I like letting you look ...

... too Michael. Heaven knows I don't go out in the real world like this - with no brassiere - and certainly never without panties," Mrs. Cox declared. "Especially not without panties. I was so afraid because most guys - especially young folks these days - hair seems to be out of fashion, but you seem different." "I am. Mom and my teachers? They always tell me that." "You're an ass man too," Rita said as she blushed. "Huh?" "You like women's asses," Mrs. Cox said to her very shocked neighbor. "Nothing to be ashamed of, although I wish mine was a little tighter - firmer." "Yes, I guess I do like them but I like all parts of girls. Everything about you I guess." "And you're so shy too. It's been tough living next to you lately," Mrs. Cox confessed. "Watching you grow up and all. One minute you're a little fellow pedaling your bike with the training wheels and the next minute you're a man. So big and muscular." "You're hairy too," Rita said softly as her hand came off the teen's shoulder and onto Mike's thigh, softly stroking the coarse hairs. "When I was young I used to fall hard for guys like you." "My ex was like that, at least in the beginning," Rita continued as her hand kept rubbing Mike's leg. "When we were first married he was a big guy too. All muscles and as hairy as Sasquatch, and rough too if you know what I mean. I loved it and him too even when the muscles went away, but he found somebody who liked it rough and nasty too but wasn't a dumpy 48 year old." "You don't ...