This story follows on from an earlier one entitled "Communal Garden." For best understanding of the characters and situation I would recommend reading that first. Hope you enjoy them.
I sat in my small study area looking out onto the communal garden at the back of my house, I should have been working but my thoughts were wandering. The summer had begun to settle into a recognisable pattern, my new house was starting to feel more like a home and my relationship with Cathy was developing nicely. When my divorce had come through and my wife and I had sold our matrimonial home and split up, I certainly had no immediate intentions of plunging into a new relationship, but that's what was happening.
We didn't live together, although living next door to each other was starting to feel as though we were, when her shifts as a nurse allowed we'd eat together, simply for convenience and practicality we tried to convince ourselves, but we were feeling increasingly like a couple in all but name.
We shared a love of the sun and in the absence of a foreign holiday that year I tried to get out to sunbathe as much as I could in our secluded secret garden, usually naked. Actually it was anything but secret, it was just a corner of the field behind the converted farm buildings where we lived and was known to and shared by the other residents of the old barn.
Vi and Fred, the older couple used it infrequently, it transpired they'd been avid naturists in their younger days, and under our bad influence had recently taken to it again, but they preferred the comforts of their home and when they did venture out to join us they usually sat in folding chairs rather than stretch out on the ground as we did.
The other couple who joined us, mostly at weekends because of work commitments were James and Vicky, newly married and very much in love. It had been initially a bit embarrassing as Vicky, or Victoria as I had known her, was a former pupil of mine, but it's amazing what barriers nude sunbathing and group sex could break down.
The sex bit had only happened once, but it was not an unusual event for them to appear holding hands, strip off their clothes and sunbathe with us. Since that one time we tended not to make love in the secret garden, and if the need overtook us we would return to the house. The same went for James and Vicky, they tended to be a little less discreet, on one occasion recently they re-appeared and I saw a blob of white goo sliding down the inside of Vicky's thigh. She'd seen my gaze and calmly scooped it up on her finger and slipped it into her mouth with an impish shrug.
I was a school teacher on summer holidays and had the freedom to enjoy the summer as and when I wanted, although my normal summer preparation for the following academic year was suffering this year because of my new found relaxed attitude, and of course Cathy. Her shift patterns dictated what time we could spend together and I found myself adapting so we could spend more time together.
Even so our time was often limited, and it was not unusual to find a soft body crawling into my bed very late at night or early in the morning wanting to make love. Somehow she always managed to persuade me and we'd got keys for each other's house just for those occasions.
None of my family had been to my new house yet, my ex-wife and I still got on very well, we'd just drifted apart and fallen out of love so the divorce had been amicable, but we'd agreed to give each other space for a while to settle into our new lives. Even after we'd decided to split we still slept together occasionally. Now I was glad we kept apart, I was still trying to come to grips with my feelings for Cathy and one night stands with my ex-wife were not going to help.
My son had moved away and was living with his girlfriend. We kept in touch by phone and increasingly, video calls, and he seemed very happy with his partner. The other person in my family life was my daughter, now an independent woman with a partner, a nice guy I was pleased to say, they only lived a short distance away, but they'd been on holiday recently and we were a little lax in catching up.
Cathy had a couple of grown-up children, two daughters, one who lived in Australia, the other up north, so while they spoke often on the phone she didn't see them as much as she would have liked. She did have a sister though, Julie. Our first encounter when they interrupted me sunbathing one day had turned out with me rather unexpectedly getting a hand job from Julie, that was before Cathy and I had bonded I hasten to add. Julie was an 'in your face' person and could be rather overbearing. I'd met her a couple of times since and was slowly warming to her.
She loved to wind people up, she'd bait a hook and dangle it in front of her chosen victim, then when they bit she'd strike and play the fish for as long as she could. She and Cathy were as thick as thieves though and I was going to have to learn to get along with her even if I did have to bite my tongue occasionally.
So that was the set up, I was enjoying life, probably falling in love with Cathy, but meantime the company and the sex were great. I'd always been highly sexed, as was my Ex and now I'd fallen in with Cathy who was well up to my standards, we'd ended up masturbating together within hours of meeting and matters had progressed quickly from there.
I squeezed my cock through my trousers at the memories of the things we'd done since then, she had a great body and loved to show it and use it and I was looking forward to her coming home later that day. It was Saturday and she'd got Sunday off, so a long lie in with plenty of sex beckoned, but meanwhile I had to wait for her to come home.
I looked up at the garden in the sunshine, there was a gardener who came in and cut the grass and the hedges, but the flower beds were tended by Vi who loved gardening and did a splendid job. As I stared out she came into view, carrying a trug full of trowels and odd tools. She had a pair of stout shoes on and nothing else. I had to look twice, not because I hadn't seen her naked before, but because it was unusual to see anyone naked in our formal garden, we'd sort of agreed that the field was where we could do what we wanted, but out of respect for our neighbours and their visitors we'd be clothed around the houses.
She still had a good body for someone in her sixties, Fred was a bit older, but Vi could have passed for someone younger. Her breasts didn't sag unduly, they hadn't become large like many older people and still sat rather pertly on her chest. She had no truck with shaving or waxing her pubic hair and still sported a fairly luxuriant bush, now more grey than dark and her bum wiggled nicely as she walked.
I found myself squeezing my cock a little harder in response to a slight stiffening as I watched her set her trug down and survey the garden bed before her. She pulled a pair of gardening gloves on and stood there in boots and gloves and nothing else. Then she knelt down onto all fours and set to with a trowel, digging and pulling up weeds. I found myself staring at her breasts as they dangled beneath her body, swinging as she worked steadily at the soil.
Then she shuffled round a bit and my cock became rock hard as it reacted to the sight of her backside, legs slightly parted revealing a pair of thick and hairy pussy lips. I couldn't help it, I whipped my cock out and began to stroke it in earnest, she might have been sixty, she might have been my neighbour and it certainly wasn't the first time I'd seen her pussy but she still had the ability to turn me on.
All thoughts of work had gone, replaced with an intense concentration on Vi, who seemingly almost aware of my admiring gaze, straightened up, stretched her back pushing her breasts out, then resumed her previous position. My hand was becoming a blur and then I felt it, a tightening in my balls and I was cumming. Quickly I grabbed some tissues from a box on my desk as my cock started erupting and I managed to catch most of it. Feeling rather sheepish and more than a little guilty, I mopped myself up and tucked my now soft cock back in as Vi moved onto another flower bed and I lost sight of her. I'd certainly lost all appetite for work now and I tidied things up and started to make some lunch.
Halfway through mixing the salad, the door opened and in came Cathy, still in her nurse's uniform. She dropped her bag and came up to me, took a quick look into the bowl then threw her arms round my neck and mashed her lips onto mine in a long and passionate kiss. "God I've missed you," she breathed as she ground her body against mine.
I gave her bum a quick grope, "Why don't you go and have a shower while I finish this, then we can do something together."
"Together as in...." she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and I thought about my recent wank and whether I'd be able to, but nodded back. She gave my cock a quick fondle and disappeared back into her house.
When she reappeared looking fresh and smelling faintly of sandalwood, she came into my arms again. Another kiss, just as passionate and I slipped my hands up under her sweatshirt to find she wasn't wearing a bra. "Mmmm," I murmured, lifting the front and latching my mouth onto a nipple.
"Down boy, there's plenty of time for that. I'm hungry, let's eat and take this further later." Reluctantly I covered her up again and we sat down for lunch. As we cleared up I asked her what she wanted to do.
"Well as I've spent half the night and all morning indoors under fluorescent lights I thought an afternoon in the sun would be nice. Unless you've got anything else in mind?"
"No, no that sounds fine to me."
