Gardener - Sex Stories

Gardener

... understand what I'm saying do you honey?" Rita Cox said after the deafening silence threatened to suffocate her. "I do - a lot of it," Mike replied. "Don't understand why your husband and you broke up but the rest I think I get most of." "I see you up in your bedroom window something looking down at me, and I wish that I was younger and slimmer for you because I think I know what you're doing sometimes," Mrs. Cox said. "Don't be embarrassed about it honey, because believe it or not there's been times I've looked over at you too and done... well, let's just say I've admired you too." "Don't know what to say," Mike told her. "Never noticed." "I don't want to do any gardening today," Mrs. Cox confessed. "Half the time I'm out here this summer I'm only out here hoping you would come out, wishing you would tell me things only your eyes say and praying I wasn't just an old fool imagining things. I would beg that you would come on to me, or give me just a hint that you wanted me." "Shy. Scared," Mike admitted. "Not good at all with girls." "You do well with women, at least this one," Rita said as she stood up slowly and held her hand out for her neighbor. "I'm curious. Are you a virgin? It's okay either way." "No. I'm not," Mike said. "Might as well be though. It wasn't very good. The girl was scared and cried - she was a virgin too." "I'd like to try and change that. Just tell me what you want." "I'd like to make love to you," Mike said as his broad chest heaved. "That sounds ...

... nice," Mrs. Cox agreed as her hands went to Mike's broad chest and squeezed his pectorals which were as firm as they looked to the divorcee. "We can do that later but I need you to do something else first. Would you?" "Sure." "I want you to take me inside - your house or mine I don't care - and take me," she revealed as the teen's eyes widened. "Do what you want. I don't care if you rip the clothes off of me and fuck me like an a****l. I'm so wet right now my juices are dripping out of my cunt and down my thighs." "I'm all sweaty," Mike warbled as his voice sounded like it did when it was changing years ago. "Me too and you'll get sweatier," Rita said as she moved up next to the lad, and since the yard was out of the sight of all but the nosiest neighbors she found herself reaching down and grabbing the bulge in Mike's shorts." "Knew you'd be big," she hissed as she squeezed the throbbing cock through the fabric. "Not really," Mike started to protest after groaning and bending over a bit in shock. "Thick," Rita Cox gasped, her eyes bulging as her voice became almost possessed. "So fucking thick. Please. Your Mom isn't home is she? You can take me there if you want." "Your house," Mike groaned as Mrs. Cox kept squeezing the bulge, and then the two almost ran inside. *** The two made a quick pit stop in the kitchen to wash off their hands but Rita Cox didn't wait for Mike to dry them before she started climbing over him, her mouth devouring his while clawing off his clothes. Mike ...