Note: all characters are over 18 years old. The premise of this story is risky, unprotected, consensual sex, with non-consensual insemination (great material for fantasy, but not recommended in the real world). The following is a purely fictional story. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence.
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Gary paused for a moment and wiped a bead of sweat from his temple using his shoulder. His large hands were too caked with dirt to use to rid his face of the perspiration that continued to accumulate. His hair had started receding a little earlier than the 38-year-old had hoped, and offered less shade than it used to on top and in front. Unfortunately, his shirt had long soaked through, so he was really just pushing moisture around...
He would deny being handsome, but Gary knew he wasn't ugly either. He had short chestnut brown hair, with a little male-pattern baldness (as mentioned above), making his face look a little longer than it used to. But his hazel eyes and white teeth still twinkled when he smiled, and he was in good shape: Gary jogged every morning, and lifted free weights three times a week. He wasn't particularly tall, coming in at just under 5 foot 8, so his bulky muscles gave him more of a stocky look.
Gary also took his gardening work very seriously, and could be seen most evenings and weekends in his front yard, turning over beds, planting annuals, pulling weeds, pruning perennials... whatever the season called for. So by this point in late May, he had attained quite a nice tan. Oh, the benefits of working from home!
"Oh, well, time for a water break" he muttered to himself.
As he knocked back a swig of the now-warm water in his thermos, He noticed some motion on the other side of the flower bed, and then, between stalks of peonies, he saw a pair of fishnet-clad legs clomping by in heavy boots. He briefly stole a glance at the well-defined calves, before his gaze drifted upwards to an amazing pair of thighs, accentuated by the fishnets and only barely half-way covered by a jet black ruffled miniskirt, trimmed with black lace.
Gary knew before looking any further that this was his next-door-neighbor, Erin. Her parents, Dave and Beth were nice enough, but he only interacted with them two or three times since they moved in a few years ago. He had interacted with Erin multiple times when she was in high school--she had agreed to look after his garden on a few occasions, when he was out of town. She had always done well, and he had paid her well for it. She had always seemed nice enough, and occasionally showed some personality, though she was usually very quiet.
Erin had just returned from her first year of college for the summer a few days ago, and Gary had been shocked when he first saw her dressed like a slutty goth. At least, that's what it looked like to him. "Guess I shouldn't be so quick to judge," he thought, "Whatever her reasons, I suppose I do appreciate being able to gaze upon such a fine form, displayed so beautifully." He smiled to himself.
He also knew this was only a recent development in her wardrobe. She was a cute, shy, naive-seeming girl last summer, before she left. Now she was 19 years old, back from her freshman year of college, and apparently is trying out a newer, edgier, sexier look. Which, again, he did NOT mind looking at, but somehow it also bothered him that she would dress that way.
Gary popped up onto his knees and caught her eye over the tops of the peony blossoms. "Hey, Erin!" he called out cheerfully, "How's it going? You off somewhere in a hurry?"
"Oh, hi Mr. Marsh! I didn't see you behind all the flowers. Which look great, by the way... I'm ok, I guess. I'm in no particular rush. How are you doing?"
Gary thought to himself, "Oh good, she's still the sweet Erin I knew." Then he replied, trying to sound cool, "Oh you know, just minding my garden in this heat. With all the sun this week and that thunderstorm Friday night, the weeds have gone wild!" He paused for a second before adding, "And you can call me Gary. No need for titles."
"Well, the flowers look like they are enjoying the sun and rain too. What kind of flower is this, again? They're huge!" Erin bent forward and reached out to inspect the largest bloom on the bush.
"Well," Gary said while trying to suppress a smirk, "My prized peonies..."
"What now?" Erin replied stiffly as she looked up at him with a shocked look on her face.
"Sorry, I know it sounds like another word." Gary said feigning sheepishness, but secretly loving the fact that he had surprised her. "That's a peony. P-E-O-N-Y. Peony! And those... are my prized peonies."
"Well then..." she replied slowly, trying to hide a smirk herself "I can see you are very proud of your peonies, Mr. Marsh! I mean, Gary.... You must give it some good attention... just don't play with it in public!"
Somewhat surprised that she would snap back continuing to riff on the raunchy pun, he decided to continue the gag a little further, "Thank you very much! I
am
very proud of my peonies, and
you
can come play in my garden whenever you like!"
Erin blushed a little and then started walking away quickly, shouting over her shoulder, "Ok bye, Mr. Marsh!"
Gary was immediately remorseful, and thought to himself, "Shit! I crossed the line there..." and was about to start mentally berating himself when she suddenly looked back over her shoulder and added, "Have fun with your peonies, Gary!"
Gary was relieved that she was apparently not too offended. Maybe she was only a little embarrassed, or maybe she just needed to leave with the last word. Who knows...
He watched her tromp off down the sidewalk for a minute while trying to look like he was just admiring his own flowers. He could see her hair and her ass bouncing with each step as she shrank into the distance. "What a fine body she has! Too bad I'm not fifteen years younger..." he thought to himself as he sighed.
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Much to Gary's surprise (and enjoyment), exchanging jokes with Erin about his peonies became a frequent occurrence over the next few weeks. They were clearly enjoying trying to make the other squirm. Each time, she ratcheted up the dirtiness of the joke, and he would respond in kind, but always letting her be the one to "win" with the nastiest, funniest joke.
At this point, now near the end of June, Erin strolled up to the garden in a very revealing black, low-cut crop top, with skin-tight, black leggings that were riddled with large holes, and her standard boots. Today she completed her look with shiny black lipstick, and a black lace choker necklace.
"Gary, Gary, Gary... tsk. tsk. Your peonies looks a little droopy today. Maybe needs some proper attention?"
Gary's mind raced, "Did she say 'your peonies look'? Or did she say 'your penis looks'? Or did she accidentally say 'peonies look'?"
His mind continued racing, "It's all just jokes, right? There was no way this 19-year-old wannabe goth babe would
actually
be flirting with her 38-year-old boring, work-from-home accountant neighbor, right? Well, she does know I am single... Maybe she thinks I'm handsome? She probably just likes making me as uncomfortable as possible."
He wanted to respond with another joke, but wasn't sure he could say what he wanted to. He started with a serious tone, and lamented, "Yes Erin, that poor bloom is on its way out, and I'm sorry to say that not even
your
attention would bring it back to life."
Gary gauged her reaction, and then, without observing any negative response, he continued, while motioning towards a few large spherical buds nearby, that were nearly ready to open. "Take a look at these balls, though!"
She tittered a little, and he continued, "A little attention will go a long way with those. They have the potential to swell up into some serious beasts!"
At this point, Gary wasn't too worried about offending her with his jokes, but he didn't want anyone, least of all Erin, to think he was creeping on his young neighbor, so he tried to keep good eye contact, and not examine her exposed cleavage too closely.
Erin stood there, and looked like she was formulating a response. Then looked dead into his eyes and whispered softly, "I can help your... balls... out."
She then leaned forward, allowing him a clear view of her young, pale bosom, nearly spilling out over the small, dark top. She tenderly grabbed one of the flower stalks, pulling the large, spherical, dark pink bud towards her face, as if to smell it. Gary was suddenly feeling incredibly turned on, and watched closely as Erin's dainty and very bright pink tongue darted out from between her glossy black lips and quickly touched the tip of the bud. Then she looked at Gary again, as she lightly swirled her tongue around the bulging bud.
To any distant observer, the two neighbors were engaged in a pleasant chat, and one had leaned forward to smell a flower. But to Gary, this was the sexiest sight he had seen in years! By. Far.
"Damn, girl!" He muttered to himself, loudly enough that she heard it clearly. He also absentmindedly began touching his rapidly-growing erection through his pants. She also saw this clearly, though he was blissfully unaware of his own actions (and that she saw it).
Erin saw all of this, and felt proud that her secret crush clearly thought she was hot too. She stepped her game up one more notch and winked at him before popping the whole bud into her mouth for a brief second, then kissing the very top of it before standing up and grinning at Gary.
At this point, he was completely taken aback. He could feel the pulse throbbing in his fully erect cock, and the blood rushing in his ears.
Erin bent down again, this time showing off even more of her alabaster cleavage, which was accentuated so beautifully by her low-cut, dark top and pushup bra. She said, "Mmm... I'll play with you later," as she picked the peony bud, breaking it off with about 6 inches of stem too. Then she kissed the tip lightly and slid the flower slowly down from her lips, down her neck, between her large breasts, and down towards her bare belly button. Then she raised her hand to her head, and tucked the stem in her hair, behind an ear.
Then she walked away slowly with some swing in her hips. She did not look back, but she still had a pretty good idea of the scene behind her.
Gary was left there, with his mouth hanging open, and his raging erecting straining against his clothes. Dirt clung to the crotch of his pants--evidence of the absent-minded attention his muddy hands had given his cock.
He looked around furtively for a moment. The suburban street was nearly empty, and nobody seemed to have paid attention to what was an absolutely riveting experience for him. It hadn't even registered that she had snapped off what would otherwise have been an incredible blossom.
After a moment, he slowly collected his gardening tools, and headed back into his house after putting them in the garage.
Gary desperately needed relief, but chuckled when he looked down at his hands. They were so caked in dried mud and grime he didn't dare touch himself before washing up in the shower.
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