Gardenwork 2

Friday afternoon and I was working in the garden of the woman. Weed out and beautify the beds. She herself was reading under the porch. She asked if I was sorry that she was sitting there doing nothing. I told her that I didn't care because she paid me to work. She asked if I wanted to earn some extra money and if I wanted to do other chores for that. I told her that I had already helped her with the blocked drain. She asked if I would sit by her and drink tea with her so that she could tell me what else I could do for her. While I was drinking tea she said she hated all kinds of household jobs. She particularly hated ironing and folding laundry. She also didn't like vacuuming and changing her bed. Challenging, she looked at me and asked with a teasing voice, if I was too much a tough guy to do this kind of work. I told her that I sometimes helped my mother and that I didn't care what I had to do for her because I could use some extra pocket money. We agreed that I should come back the next day and that she would show me how to do the things in her household the way she liked it. As I continued in the garden, I could no longer separate my thoughts from the knowledge that I was going to help her even more and get into her private domain. I felt very excited and looked forward to the next day. Exactly on time I met her the next day and while she let me in, she apologized for the simple clothes she was wearing. She said it was practical the work in it, because it had plenty of room. And working, that was what we were going to do, she said. And there was a lot to do, because she had not been in the mood and had no time to get started herself. I thought she looked fantastic in her house suit. The thin material did not hide but marked her breasts beautifully. The contours of her little panties also caught in the dust of her pants. I hoped I didn't stare! We started in her bedroom and together we took the sheets bed off and put on a new set. She slept in a simply furnished room with an extra large double bed.

Then she asked me to take the laundry basket and lift it to the attic floor, because her washing machine was there. I turned red to my neck and thought of the stolen panties I had hidden in my bedroom at home. She told me at the attic that I could make piles by sorting everything by color. She explained how the washing machine worked and how much detergent it needed. When I started sorting, she asked me if I cared getting in touch with her worn panties. My heart jumped enormously and my breathing stopped. I turned bright red but told her that I didn't care and that she came across as a well cared woman. She laughed and then I dared to say that I could appreciate beautiful underwear. She ignored it further and said that she was going to do something else now and if I would like to put on a wash. While she went downstairs, I couldn't resist smelling the many panties around me. My dick became steely when I smelled a mixture of urine and probably her female pussy fluid. This was really horny and although I didn't want to get caught of course, I fished two red-colored satin-like panties from the pile of red laundry and took my throbbing penis out of my pants. While I listened carefully if she didn't arrive suddenly, I jurked off quickly. I was so hot and within two minutes I sprayed my cum in her delicious panties. "Everything allright up there," I heard here calling from below. Yes, I shouted back with a shaky voice and quickly threw the red laundry into the washing machine, including the red seed-soaked panties. Add detergent and let the machine run. I quickly went down, on my way to a next adventure!