Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 2 - Sex Stories

Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 2

... these demands on his attention, it was out of desperation then that he had grabbed the opportunity of being alone in the garden with both hands, to pee and then to relieve the pressure in his already full balls. The dirty thoughts buzzing around his head and his hand motion meant he was nearing a point of release, but he still had to keep watch in case Dorothy came out of the house suddenly and caught him at play. He had to avoid that at all costs. It would have been beyond embarrassing. It was not to be. Collett was stood outside the front door and was ringing the bell. Once, twice three times. Dorothy from her place in the shed couldn’t hear. Jonathan from being in the garden could just about, but assumed that Dorothy would be down to answer it from inside. Collett could see Dot’s car was in the drive and rang again. "She must be around," thought Collett. After a sixth ring she thought she would take a stroll down the footpath that ran alongside the rear garden and see if through gaps in the hedge if she could spot Dorothy or perhaps that nice young man she had seen the day before working outside. Dorothy was still in the shed and was now sat down on a metal bucket. She was leaning forward so that her fine cheek bone rested on the rough wood of the shed wall. She had been expecting a sight of delightful surprise but just seconds before, ...

... she heard a loud call over the side fence to the road from her friend Collett. “Damn it!” she thought. Jonathan had been similarly alerted and in seconds his stiff penis had been forced back inside his straining shorts. “So close yet so far,” he regretted. It throbbed and his balls hurt, but he couldn’t risk cumming in such circumstances. He had done very well to even stop himself exploding, let alone getting it back inside under such pressure. Before she quite reached her view hole, Dot had to retreat from her vantage point and quickly and quietly crept back into the house. It was one thing for her friends son to be working for her, it was quite another for him to drop his shorts at a moments notice. It was of course completely unacceptable to her and her friends for her to watch him while he played, or even worse to be found out watching. Later when he had gone home, just about the only thing she could think about was the two round orbs of his bottom. Firm, small, pert and captured in his shorts. That was apart of course from the lump in the front of the same shorts and the smaller pair of sub-divided orbs. She would have to work harder at getting them off him so she could see, let alone getting her hand inside them… but even before she completed the idea in her head, guilt got the better of her and she banished the thoughts. End of part 2