Mind controlled Janice Pt. 125 - Sex Stories

Mind controlled Janice Pt. 125

My name is Matt, I am a widower from Somerset and have a distinctive West Country accent. An ex professional gardener, I retired from professional gardening last year at the age of 62. The first major step after retirement was to move North to Yorkshire, Leeds to be exact so that I was living near my daughter.

I had spent my whole life gardening so my next step was to rent an allotment plot, the plot was overgrown with weeds, but a few weeks of hard graft cleared them so that I could start planning and planting my plot.

Most of my fellow gardeners were very friendly, they were mainly men but there were a few women as well. It was the women I was interested in, I was always a randy bugger, and had not had sex for a year.

I tried my chats on Linda who was supposedly the allotment boss but I received a quick put down from that lass. She would have done for me blonde, skinny aged in her early 60s I guessed.

A few plots away from me was Emma a lovely looking lass, she was tall, slim, blonde with a golden look to her skin. She talked very slowly and clearly pronouncing each word as though it was a pleasure to say it. As a professional gardener I was really struck by the condition of her allotment plot, it was weed free, all her vegetables planted in neat rows and growing well. She seemed to be present on her plot everyday. She spent most of each day chatting to other plot holders who seemed to call on her for advice or for a gossip over a cup of tea that was brewed ...

... on a small camping stove. I rapidly came to the conclusion that Emma was running the allotment not the woman Linda or other committee members.

There was one bully on the allotment called Nick Holmes and he seemed scared of Emma.

I rapidly became friends with Emma she had an aura around her that made everyone feel at ease in her presence. The only time that changed was the one time I was there when Nick Holmes called on her, it was like cold wind suddenly enveloped her I could feel it in the air between them. What ever it was the Holmes man had come to say he did not say it that icy aura drove him away sudden like. Emma with her aura was unlike anyone else I had ever met, she had a power around her.

I would arrive at my plot 8am sharp whatever the weather and Emma would already be there before me and we would spend half an hour gossiping over a cup of tea or coffee.

Sometimes when we were talking I felt as though she was inside my head guiding my thoughts and our conversation, it was an unusual sensation.

One day she had a new greenhouse delivered and I offered to help her erect it and glaze it. The day was hot, however we soon had the frame bolted together. It was hot work made easier by Emma’s strength, she was only thin but lifting the pieces of framework seemed like no effort to her. We spent the best part of the day assembling the greenhouse and moving some trestle tables into it.

The next day Emma came over to my plot and nodded towards a plump woman ...