Gardening Job
Fairly recently (well, relatively) I found myself in need of extra cash, and, not having a great many skills, decided to put an add in for gardening. Quick tidy up of the lawns, some hedge trimming, that sort of thing. Nothing fancy, just basics *************-in-hand.
This had been going well, had a little bit of word of mouth and managed to get a few jobs. The best ones were the regulars; lawn cutting once a week, hedge tidy once a month. Of these, there was one that I particularly liked. The garden was large and generally well kept, but the people at home during the day were a mother in her late 40's, slim, busty and quite pretty, and her 18 year old daughter. A little on the plump side, but carried it off very well. Long dark hair, dainty hands and feet, deep dark eyes and an arse that you could gaze at for hours ... provided no one noticed.
As a 50 something bloke, I did feel a little off lusting after this luscious beauty, but a grown woman is a grown woman.
And Emma was grown.
Often she would pop out into the garden while I was there, offering a cold drink on hot days, dressed in very small, very tight denim shorts and a vest top. Her dainty feet bare, the toes nails a lovely shade of pale blue.
The day in question was hot; very hot. I pulled my shirt off over my head, the sweat beading on my hairy chest and dad belly. I wiped the back of my forearm across my head and got back to weeding. I was at the rear of the garde, behind a large bush, but not so large that the sun couldn't find its way past.
I stopped again, stretched my back and looked up into the hot sun. More sweat ran down my inner thighs, trickling down my exposed legs below the cotton shorts I had on.
"Hi." beamed a familiar voice, and Emma stepped into the sunlight behind the bush. She was an absolute vision in a very tight, very skimpy bikini. "I thought you might need cooling off." she said, handing me a large glass of cold lemon squash.
I smiled, somewhat lost for words and trying not to look at the pink areola peeping from the side of her bikini top, or the nipples poking through the thin fabric.
I gulped the drink down, spilling some on my bare chest. Emma watched, hands clasped behind her back, a slight smile on her lips. Beads of sweat clung to her soft, tanned skin.
"Do you like my bikini?" she asked, suddenly, standing legs slightly apart, hands on hips.
I looked her up and down. "It's very nice I said." then, without thinking, "A little small though."
She frowned. "You saying I'm fat?"
I shook my head rapidly. "No," I stammered, "No. You have a lovely figure, its just that that bikini doesn't leave much to the imagination."
She took a step toward me, looking slightly upward at me. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked.
I gulped again, feeling my cock shifting in my shorts. "Er," she stepped closer still. "Yes." I said. "Very."
She inched even closer, her breasts almost brushing my chest. She placed her hands on my sides just above the hips and smiled. "I thought I saw something down there." she said, and dropped to her knees. My shorts went with her, and my semi-hard cock sprung out toward her face. She smiled again. "Oh," she said, "the poor thing looks hot, I'll lick it to cool it off." And she did.
Her hot tongue darted out, touching the strap of skin that attached the foreskin to the head, as she rolled the foreskin back, pulling it tight. She worked her tongue around my head, licking and swirling, bringing my cock to full, rock hard attention. One of her hands cupped my dangling balls, the other gripped my shaft, then she sank her mouth over the purple helmet, sucking and circling her hand as she pulled my shaft back and forth.
My hands moved out, resting on her shoulders, stroking the hot slick flesh. I felt the neck strap of the bikini, held by a ****, and undid it allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away from her magnificent tits.
She let my cock out of her mouth, and rested back on her heels. "Do you like my tits?" she asked. I just nodded, making my cock bounce around in front of me.
"And what about my arse?" she said, standing and doing a slow turn, the thrusting her wide, round bottom in my directions.
"Its beautiful." I gasped, reaching forward to feel those round globes. I dropped to my knees behind her, pulling the small bikini bottoms aside and spreading her arse cheeks wide. Her wrinkled arse hole stared straight back at me, and the musk of her already aroused pussy filled my nose. She leaned forward, and I delved in, tongue flicking across her arse hole, fingers probing the hot wet slit of her cunt. I slid two fingers into her with no resistance, the squelching sounds adding to my excitements and making my cock twitch.
she spread her feet a little more to give me better access to her pussy, but I licked her arse hole some more, the moved my pussy-wet fingers to her tight bottom hole. I pushed on deep inside, making her gasp. Working it back and forth in her arsehole as she gasped and wriggled. Then I added a second finger, then a third. Stretching her arse hole to where it would best fit my intentions.
I stood up behind her, moved forward, brushing my engorged, purple helmet against the stretched hole, then pushed in; hard.
She gasped as I slowly slid my full length into her tight arse. I stopped for a second, my balls resting against her wet pussy lips, the drew back about half way out. The first half dozen stroked were slow, gentle, but as the pressure was building in my balls and her arse started to relax, I moved faster, harder. Driving myself to an inevitable, gushing ejaculation.
When I felt it cumming, I pulled my cock out and aimed it at those lovely arse cheeks, covering them in hot, sticky cum.
"Emma!" A stern voice sounded from the edge of the bush. Her mum. "I told you I wanted to fuck him first!!" I looked bemused at the topless, large busted Sarah.
"But, mum," Emma said "He only fucked me up the arse."
Sarah looked at us for a second, then said "Get in the house, both of you." We scuttled obediently off ...
This had been going well, had a little bit of word of mouth and managed to get a few jobs. The best ones were the regulars; lawn cutting once a week, hedge tidy once a month. Of these, there was one that I particularly liked. The garden was large and generally well kept, but the people at home during the day were a mother in her late 40's, slim, busty and quite pretty, and her 18 year old daughter. A little on the plump side, but carried it off very well. Long dark hair, dainty hands and feet, deep dark eyes and an arse that you could gaze at for hours ... provided no one noticed.
As a 50 something bloke, I did feel a little off lusting after this luscious beauty, but a grown woman is a grown woman.
And Emma was grown.
Often she would pop out into the garden while I was there, offering a cold drink on hot days, dressed in very small, very tight denim shorts and a vest top. Her dainty feet bare, the toes nails a lovely shade of pale blue.
The day in question was hot; very hot. I pulled my shirt off over my head, the sweat beading on my hairy chest and dad belly. I wiped the back of my forearm across my head and got back to weeding. I was at the rear of the garde, behind a large bush, but not so large that the sun couldn't find its way past.
I stopped again, stretched my back and looked up into the hot sun. More sweat ran down my inner thighs, trickling down my exposed legs below the cotton shorts I had on.
"Hi." beamed a familiar voice, and Emma stepped into the sunlight behind the bush. She was an absolute vision in a very tight, very skimpy bikini. "I thought you might need cooling off." she said, handing me a large glass of cold lemon squash.
I smiled, somewhat lost for words and trying not to look at the pink areola peeping from the side of her bikini top, or the nipples poking through the thin fabric.
I gulped the drink down, spilling some on my bare chest. Emma watched, hands clasped behind her back, a slight smile on her lips. Beads of sweat clung to her soft, tanned skin.
"Do you like my bikini?" she asked, suddenly, standing legs slightly apart, hands on hips.
I looked her up and down. "It's very nice I said." then, without thinking, "A little small though."
She frowned. "You saying I'm fat?"
I shook my head rapidly. "No," I stammered, "No. You have a lovely figure, its just that that bikini doesn't leave much to the imagination."
She took a step toward me, looking slightly upward at me. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked.
I gulped again, feeling my cock shifting in my shorts. "Er," she stepped closer still. "Yes." I said. "Very."
She inched even closer, her breasts almost brushing my chest. She placed her hands on my sides just above the hips and smiled. "I thought I saw something down there." she said, and dropped to her knees. My shorts went with her, and my semi-hard cock sprung out toward her face. She smiled again. "Oh," she said, "the poor thing looks hot, I'll lick it to cool it off." And she did.
Her hot tongue darted out, touching the strap of skin that attached the foreskin to the head, as she rolled the foreskin back, pulling it tight. She worked her tongue around my head, licking and swirling, bringing my cock to full, rock hard attention. One of her hands cupped my dangling balls, the other gripped my shaft, then she sank her mouth over the purple helmet, sucking and circling her hand as she pulled my shaft back and forth.
My hands moved out, resting on her shoulders, stroking the hot slick flesh. I felt the neck strap of the bikini, held by a ****, and undid it allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away from her magnificent tits.
She let my cock out of her mouth, and rested back on her heels. "Do you like my tits?" she asked. I just nodded, making my cock bounce around in front of me.
"And what about my arse?" she said, standing and doing a slow turn, the thrusting her wide, round bottom in my directions.
"Its beautiful." I gasped, reaching forward to feel those round globes. I dropped to my knees behind her, pulling the small bikini bottoms aside and spreading her arse cheeks wide. Her wrinkled arse hole stared straight back at me, and the musk of her already aroused pussy filled my nose. She leaned forward, and I delved in, tongue flicking across her arse hole, fingers probing the hot wet slit of her cunt. I slid two fingers into her with no resistance, the squelching sounds adding to my excitements and making my cock twitch.
she spread her feet a little more to give me better access to her pussy, but I licked her arse hole some more, the moved my pussy-wet fingers to her tight bottom hole. I pushed on deep inside, making her gasp. Working it back and forth in her arsehole as she gasped and wriggled. Then I added a second finger, then a third. Stretching her arse hole to where it would best fit my intentions.
I stood up behind her, moved forward, brushing my engorged, purple helmet against the stretched hole, then pushed in; hard.
She gasped as I slowly slid my full length into her tight arse. I stopped for a second, my balls resting against her wet pussy lips, the drew back about half way out. The first half dozen stroked were slow, gentle, but as the pressure was building in my balls and her arse started to relax, I moved faster, harder. Driving myself to an inevitable, gushing ejaculation.
When I felt it cumming, I pulled my cock out and aimed it at those lovely arse cheeks, covering them in hot, sticky cum.
"Emma!" A stern voice sounded from the edge of the bush. Her mum. "I told you I wanted to fuck him first!!" I looked bemused at the topless, large busted Sarah.
"But, mum," Emma said "He only fucked me up the arse."
Sarah looked at us for a second, then said "Get in the house, both of you." We scuttled obediently off ...
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