The constant gardener - Sex Stories

The constant gardener

... when she had taken care of me after my accident. She'd licked my wound clean like a mother lion. Even though I'd mostly felt uncomfortable, I owed her one.

Nodding as I sat down on the stone in front of her, she kicked off her slippers, leaving her tight feet in the palms of my hands.

Trying to feel for it, eventually I rubbed all over the arches with my thumbs, feeling her smooth warmth, and the strength of her legs every time she stretched them out, forcing me back. I had to keep them from my crotch, which I knew she could see clearly from where she sat looking directly at me. It felt weird, horny as I was. I wondered what went through her head, with her smile that seemed to anticipate some greater pleasure. Maybe relief from pain, but she didn't sound like it hurt. Rather, she arched her spine and stretched her arms over her head, letting her lips curl and moan.

I stopped. That should be enough.

"Keep going", she said. "Just like that. You're almost there."

I couldn't keep her off me anymore. She pressed her feet down on me and her curled toes touched my cock through the shorts.

"Mrs. Donnovan?" I gasped.

"Just do what you are fucking told!" she said, turning her closed eyes from her pleasure to glare at me. It felt like a snakebite.

Forcing my tired hands to try harder I knew there wasn't a tight spot in her feet, not in her arches or anywhere. The only tightness that didn't let go was in my pants, and the pressure from her feet heightened the ...

... feeling without giving any promise of release. Trying to turn my thoughts away I focused on her little feet, her smooth ankles. I started to stroke her all the way to her knees, fondling the solid muscles of her calves.

Under she sun, I was reminded how thirsty I was when she sucked up some water through the straw. Her wet lips pouted and glittered. My whole body felt like it was going into shock. My head fell forward, until my forehead touched her leg. I was too exhausted to keep going. Her feet trampling my stiff cock felt like something in a dream.

"You poor boy!" she said. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes", I mumbled.

"Put your lips to my leg, baby", she said, and I didn't understand until she poured some water down her leg. Sweat and salt and chlorine collected in my mouth as I pressed my shivering lips to her. I'd probably experienced a heatstroke. I looked at the shadows and wondered how far they had travelled across the lawn. "Drink it up, yes, just like that", she said. "Don't spill a drop. I want to see you suck it up with that sweet, oh so chapped, mouth."

It was barely a couple of mouthfuls, but I felt somewhat clearer, enough to realize what I was doing and what she was doing to my cock. I'd heard stories about gardeners and the women who employed them, but never like this. She stretched her arm and stroked my head, lifting my chin so she could look me in the eyes.

"I want you to eat my pussy now", she said. "Have you ever done that before?"

I nodded, not ...