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The constant gardener

... looking back at me. Her skin was still covered in sweat.

Forcing myself to stand still, I panicked inside. Her children were here, her husband too. There wasn't a locked door between us. All the same I knew who would get the blame if they discovered us together like this.

There wasn't any room for me on the bench. I had to bend over, placing on hand on the thick leather and the other one on top of it, legs stretched out behind me. I started at the thighs, letting it sink in what I was doing to her smooth skin, like she never even had to shave. Hungrily I continued to her round cheeks, but I lied to myself. I had to taste her again. I moved my open mouth and tongue to her wet pussy, drank from her like that hot day by the pool, slurping down the thick and oily water, tasting like her wet skin covered in plastic, but mostly of her excitement, more and more pooling in my mouth as if from a leaking faucet.

When I needed to breathe, I cleaned her between her cheeks, dug my tongue in there. There wasn't any lint at all, and I knew she worked out without underwear, with nothing between her and the exclusive material. Something self-degrading in me turned a wild eye across the room until I saw her cast-off second skin lying across a stool. I wanted to smell it.

Meanwhile, I heard her sucking up water through the straw, the tinkling of ice. The ice-cold sound clashed against the heat I pressed my face into.

Nothing covered her lower body but my saliva when she shoved ...

... me off with a kick from her powerful legs. I stumbled to the floor, almost hurting my erection. She stood up in front of me, revealing herself in all her glory, breasts full and young-looking, belly shaped by thousands of hours in the gym and at the pool without looking too muscled. I almost crawled before her.

I wanted her to touch me, to look at me. Anything to acknowledge me, even if it was just to be told to get back to work. But it was like I didn't exist anymore. She grabbed her shoes and her workout clothes and left the room. I heard a shower turning on, and imagined water twirling and whirling down her oily skin.

The rest of the day passed in a state of edginess. Eventually I saw her again, in the company of her children, laughing together, swimming in the pool. They looked perfect and happy together, all in their bathing suits. Even though the boy was my age and the girls above they all felt younger than me, more innocent.

I worked all day, until the sun went down and I saw the big lights turn on, the whole family gathering in the living room, eating supper all together for once. It looked nice. I cried while masturbating myself to sleep.

In the night, the rain started to fall, and it wouldn't stop for almost a month. As a consequence, almost everything was put on hold in the garden, except for damage control. I didn't see much of anyone. I seldom strayed from my tiny room, and no one came to visit me, not even Jeff. Looking out I saw a hell similar to the ...