Gardening At Mrs Chester's - Ch 5 - Sex Stories

Gardening At Mrs Chester's - Ch 5

... expected if not hoped, off came his top. Dot was at the kitchen window as he slipped it off and a moment or so later she slipped her hand inside the front of her slacks. Clothed now only in the shorts and trainers, the body of the lightly muscled, dark skinned lad, positively gleamed in the sun. He bent, shovelled, twisted, straightened as he did so. He showed off most of his delightful form to the older woman. If he carried on like this for long she would have to visit the bathroom herself. “Time for some refreshments,” she announced as she emerged from the kitchen. She had donned some large framed mirror sunglasses for the occasion as well as replacing her blouse with a low cut tee shirt and her slacks with a billowy, cool, floral skirt. “Would you like a chocolate or vanilla ice cream?” she asked him. The boy straightened and faced her. Now she could clearly see the outline of a bulge in his shorts. Her glasses enabled her to watch him as she bent forward and low, setting up a folding chair for him to sit on. She could see him looking as her ample and unconstrained breasts swelled up under her top. She could feel her nipples begin to harden, under his gaze. “Thanks Mrs C,” he mumbled. Now it was her turn to observe him. She was sure that the shorts package had changed shape and constrained as it was within the small space within, she trusted she would soon see more. “Vanilla please,” he said sitting down. She went to the ice box of the fridge, fished out a vanilla and ...

... returned. She peeled the dark wrapper back for him, and although she fought the image in her head, much as she imagined peeling back his foreskin might be like, assuming he still had one. She had decided on a double chocolate sweet for herself. Sitting a few feet away on the garden bench, she started to lick the decidedly cold, long, and wet dark chocolate ice. In the hot sun, where he sat, it didn’t take long of course, for the vanilla to melt and then drip on him, as he sat back. She watched the white trail trickle down his smooth soft, dark, skin, towards a slim waist. She wondered if he would mind awfully, if she were to lean forward and wipe it off with her finger. His ice cream dripped again, but he didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he wasn’t bothered. A few more drips and dribbles later, and a small pool was starting to form in his navel, just above the top of his shorts. The drips continued and the pool began to overflow. It oozed towards the top of his shorts and disappeared inside. Dorothy could only wonder where the rivulet would go next. She glanced down, under cover of her new shades, to see it she could sense any movement. It didn’t take long for a reaction, as the cool trickle reached something sensitive. There was a definite stirring, from within. She took another long, slow, draw on her dark chocolate treat, sucking it hard, sticking her tongue out and running it up the underside. She stared at the blue shorts and saw something rise and then fall. A second ...