I Plant My Seed in the Gardener

I was staying in a holiday let in the south of France that belongs to a business partner, and on my first day there I had an incredible experience with Colette, the young lady that does the gardening. For the next couple of days I waited for her to arrive but she didn't show up, and I did not know what days she worked. I am not sure what I was expecting to happen, if anything, but it would just be nice to see her again.

On the third day when she did not show up, I took the car and drove to the nearby village to do some shopping and have a look round. I stopped at a little café and had a coffee and cognac and sat in the warm spring sun, watching the world go past. Late morning I drove back to the house and when I got there her little scooter was parked out front. I put the car back in the garage as it was a country lane and there was not enough space to leave the car on the road.

Feeling rather excited, I went into the house and through to the back where I could see the garden. There she was, tending the flowers, whistling as she worked, just like last time, only this time she was fully clothed. Even in her work clothes she looked quite chic, with a loose shirt/blouse that was tied in a knot at her waist, quite short shorts, and her long legs were bare and nothing on her feet.

I knew her body, intimately, but even so I admired her even when dressed. She was of dusky Mediterranean colouring, medium height and had a slim body with shoulder length brunette hair, a slim bust, narrow waist and tight bum. Her legs were long and shapely and her whole body moved with an easy sensuous. From where I was watching I could not detect any bra under her shirt, but as her breasts were quite small she had no need of one.

Having watched her for a while I went out the garden to meet her. Not wanting to make her jump I said 'hello' from a distance.

She jumped as I spoke and turned around. She looked slightly surprised to see me and then smiled.

'I thought maybe you had gone back home,' she said.

'No, I just went to do some shopping'. I looked at her admiringly and the memories of our first meeting flashed through my mind until I realised I was staring at her body, not listening to what she was saying.

'I was going to make some coffee, would you like some?' I asked and she accepted.

When the coffee was made I went out and sat on the swing seat on the back porch and she came over and joined me, and we sat in a slightly embarrassed silents for a few moments.

'I wanted to...'

'What happened...'

We both spoke at the same time. 'Go on' I told her, 'you first'.

'I was just going to say, what we did, you know, the other day, it was so good, so nice and you were so kind and gentle, and good too. It has been over a year since I split with my boyfriend partner. There are some nice guys around here, but in a village like this if you go out with someone, everybody expects you to marry them. And in a small community, if you do anything before you are married everyone seems to know about it straight away. No one here knows you and you don't know them, so we are safe from discovery.'

I told her about my divorce a couple of years back and how setting up the new business had used all my time, and so that first morning had been very special for me too. I thought she was a sweet and attractive girl and I had enjoyed the time more than words could express. It was amazing, here was a girl, probably in her mid to late twenties thanking a man in his early forties for having taken her on the grass.

As she spoke, she put a friendly hand on my leg and smiled, and we talked on some more about ourselves. Was it accidental, intentional or my imagination, but was her hand slightly higher up my thigh than would be entirely normal, and her fingers slightly more around my thigh?

When we finished the coffee, she said she had to get back to work, as she needed to finish a bit early as she was meeting up with some girl friends. She went back to her gardening and I went indoors to wash up the mugs, though I did sneak a look at her working, the memory of our previous encounter still resonating in my mind.

About mid-afternoon, when the day was at its hottest she came to the door.

'If is OK I would like to use the shower. Michael (who owns the house) gave me a key, so I sometimes get cleaned up here if I am going out.'

'That's fine' I said, 'do you have everything you need?'

She showed me the small bag she had with her and said she had everything. She went upstairs and I heard her moving around in the bathroom and then the shower running. Then I heard her voice as she called down 'Hi John, I forgot my towel, do you have a spare?'

I got one from the downstairs airing cupboard and took it up. I could hear the shower running and the bathroom door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and went in. She was in the shower and heard me enter but didn't seem concerned, after all, I had seen her naked before!

'Thanks, John. Would you put it on the basin' and I put the towel down where she could reach it.

On the spur of the moment, I didn't leave, but sat down on the closed toilet to watch her. She had her back to me and it took her a few moments to realise that I was still in the room. She still didn't object.

She had her back to me with the shower playing on her front, and as I sat there, I admired her body. She had a lovely, slender figure, a typical dusky, Mediterranean colouring, her skin so smooth, flawless. From her shapely neck I followed the line of her spine down her long back to the first curves of her buttocks. She had a beautiful, perfect bottom, with two perfectly proportioned, round mounds with a slight dimple at the top of the crack that separated them. Below her bum her long, shapely legs led down to her trim ankles and almost dainty feet. Given her tan, I was surprised that there were no tan lines, anywhere, as she obviously sunbathed with nothing on, as I had found her on that first day.

As I watched her, she was soaping her body with a sponge, and as she soaped her back the suds ran away under the shower and ran into and along her bum crack. She soaped her bottom, pushing the sponge deep into the crack to get everything clean. The sponge disappeared and I watched the suds running away over her round bottom. Then she lifted a leg and pushed the sponge between her legs and again pushed it into the crack and drew it back between her legs, soaping everything. I felt my penis move in my pants.

She turned around, not with any self-consciousness or obvious showing off, but just continued her shower. I held my breath as I saw her full-frontal view. Her angelic face was framed by her wet hair plastered over it. Her breasts were small, round mounds that sat proudly on her chest with the water running over them, and her areolas were small, round, pink circles and in the centre of each was a gorgeous nipple, proud and firm and the water trickled off them.

Below her breasts she had a narrow waist and shapely hips, a flat belly with a tidy little belly button, and below that her sex was just a simple crack that disappeared between her thighs and with a small dimple at the top, and totally devoid of hair, just perfect, smooth skin.

She turned the shower off and opened the door to reach for the towel, but it was just out of her reach without stepping out of the shower. She asked me to pass it to her rather than get the floor all wet and I picked it up meaning to pass it over, but instead I started to dry her off, running the towel all over her body, starting at the top and moving down, ensuring every part of her was dried. I rubbed the towel over her breasts and could feel their firmness through the material. I dried her front and her back, sliding the towel over those beautiful globes of her bottom before drying her front. She lifted a leg so I could dry between them, and then gave her body a final rub down before towelling her legs and feet.

She stepped out of the shower as I finished and stood close to me, her naked body against mine and looked up and, putting her arms around my neck, she kissed me, open-mouthed, deeply. As I responded and our tongues met, she put a hand down and gently felt my crotch, lightly tracing the outline of my growing erection.

There was no need for words. I picked her up and she melted into my arms and I carried her through to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She stretched out languidly, her arms outstretched, her legs slightly apart, her eyed closed. She looked so relaxed, no sign of nerves or apprehension, and yet I could see she was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths. Was it anticipation, or perhaps desire, but there was no visible sign of arousal.

As I undressed I looked at her beautiful, naked body on the bed. I dropped my clothes on a chair and stepped over to the bed, my arousal obvious and plain to see. She opened her eyes and saw it, and smiled and reached out a hand.

I took her hand and climbed onto the bed beside her, sensing the electricity as our naked bodies touched. I rolled over so I was half on top of her and we kissed, long, lingering, deep kisses with mouths wide open and tongues exploring.

Almost unconsciously I put a hand on her firm, young breast, feeling the roundness in my hand, her areola hard and raised, and with the nipple between my fingers. I squeezed the protrusion, feeling how big and firm it had become, evidencing her arousal. Her hand found my erection and held it softly, her fingers exploring my manhood, feeling over the helmet, down the hard shaft, fondling my balls, feeling their weight, full of sperm that would soon be hers.

We had made love before, so there was no hurry and we lay together, touching each other's bodies, heightening the arousal. I let go of her breast and my hand moved down her body, further and further down.

My hand moved across her flat tummy and sensed where her lower belly sloped away, and I paused. I looked down at her, and she was looking up at me, and she just smiled. I felt the small round depression that was the top of her crease and slid my finger down, letting it run lightly along that sensuous fold of her body that will be the source of intense pleasure, for both of us.

Feeling along the soft skin, I gently pressed against the crack, and my finger slipped easily between the folds and was enveloped by the warmth there. And the wetness. She squirmed slightly under me as I felt along the length of her wet pussy crack, my fingers pushing the folds apart as I explored her sex. At the top I could feel the little button of her clitoris, still covered, but hard and proud. I slid my fingers down until they fell into the soft hole of her vagina which offered no resistance as my fingers sank in and were bathed in a flood of wetness. She was ready.

We played with each other gently for a while, enjoying the heightening sensations in our genitals as they got more and more sensitive, while still kissing deeply. I knew it was time, and moved on top of her. She spread her legs wide as I settled between them and my stiff cock found her pussy and slid along the wet crack. I moved down a little and my cock entered her, the copious wetness there making it easy and I slid in, and with gentle stokes I got deeper and deeper until my belly was hard against hers, and my cock had penetrated her as far as it would go.

I rested for a few moments, savouring the sensation of my hard, sensitive cock enveloped tightly in the warm grip of her wet cunt. She moved underneath me, urging me to fuck her, wanting the pleasure. I started again, slowly, and she moved with me to meet my thrusts, making sure I got deep inside her. She was so tight, I felt my cock-head pushing the walls of her cunt apart each time I sank into her, my shaft so sensitive to every fold and wrinkle inside her as it moved against them.

Her tightness and my arousal were getting the better of me and I didn't want to cum too soon, so I pulled out, my cock rigid, dark pink and angry, and her pussy gaped open, secretions smeared all over and a dribble runs out of her, and I knew I had to taste it.

I went down on her to lick up the juices flowing from her pussy. My nostrils filled with the scent of soap and the sweet smell of her sex as I licked along her crack, which was now open wide. She moved around under me so that we were head-to-toe in a '69' and I felt the warmth surrounding my cock as her mouth closed around it. My mind was in turmoil as I revelled in the senses of licking and sucking on her pussy, teasing her clit and pushing my tongue as far as I could into her vagina, while at the same time she was sucking my cock, running her tongue all over the glans and fondling my balls.

Eventually, before it becomes too much, I stopped and rolled off her. She looked at me questioningly and I turned her over and she knew, so she got on her knees and pointed her raised bum at me. I stared at the sight of her bum-crack spread wide open showing me her little pink anus, and I wondered if that was an option. Not this time perhaps, but if there is another occasion I could ask her about that. I settled in behind her and pushed my cock down to her open and waiting pussy. Again I entered her. She was very wet and ready, but as I slid my erection in I was still conscious of the tightness of her cunt gripping my cock.

I fucked her with long, slow, easy strokes, plumbing her depths so that my belly slapped gently against her bum cheeks, my balls swinging against her thighs. I leaned forward and she put her arms out to support us both as I put a hand under her and fondled her breasts, rubbing the hard nipples with the palm of my hand.

With my other hand I reached right under her and feel her pussy. It was very wet with her juices spread everywhere, and I touched my cock as it slid in and out of her. I wet my fingers with the copious wetness that was flowing from her cunt and started to stroke her clit, sliding my finger across it lightly and she moaned with the action on such a sensitive area.

She was making small mewing noises as I stroked my cock in her cunt and I though she was approaching her climax. I like fucking from behind, but I wanted to watch her having her orgasm so I pulled out to change position. I lay down beside her and she climbed on top of me.

Spreading her legs she lifted my cock up to her cunt and lowered herself down, impaling herself on my hard meat until she was sitting on my balls. It was so fantastic as my super-sensitive cock-head was plunged deep inside her and I gave an involuntary gasp. She looked down on me as she rose and felled on my cock and I play with her breasts, this time being a bit less gentle with her nipples and she clasped her hands over mine, pushing them hard on to her boobs.

I couldn't last much longer and from the increasingly loud noises she was making I guessed she was almost there too. She was pounding my cock hard, forcing it as far up her cunt as she could, and she put a hand down and rubbed her clit vigorously and with a muted sobbing shout she suddenly went rigid, arching her back, and her body shook all over. Even as I watched her in the throes of her orgasm, my cock couldn't take any more, and then there was the sudden explosion as my cock was gripped by the ecstatic agony of my climax, and as my balls contracted violently, my cock jerked and spurted and I shot jet after jet of semen deep in her cunt.

I lay back exhausted as she came down from her high and put her hands on my chest to support herself as she recovered. We lay there, spent, and the evidence of activity began to seep out of her cunt, a messy mixture of my sperm and her secretions, and as my softening cock slipped out there was a flood that poured out of her and ran over and through my pubes. She climbed off me and lay down beside me, still breathing heavily.

Eventually we recovered, and she leant over me and kissed me, not a deep sexual kiss, but a tender loving kiss. 'That was fantastic' she said. 'I still have to go meet my friends, but first I am going to have to take another shower. This time you will stay out of the bathroom' and she laughed and got off the bed to go and clean up.

I lay back, shattered, wondering how it all happened. When she had showered, again, she came back into the bedroom and got dressed, looking at my, now, limp cock as I lay naked on the bed, and I couldn't help but notice her towel in her bag. When she had dressed I watched her leave on her little scooter, looking out from the window, and I wondered if I would see her again as I had to go home in a few days.