HER VIRILE GARDENER
Can she educate him to pleasure women?
This story is entirely a work of fiction.
He's a very big boy thought Florence as she watched her gardener out by the swimming pool. She had arrived home in time to see the young man rise bollock naked from the water and then prance around showing off his erect penis as if to an audience. It stood out like a pole, so stiff that it barely moved as he hopped about.
Tom had completed his first year at a local University and had been working for his neighbour since passing his 'A' levels. He was a muscular sport driven student and his nude figure showed off his assets to perfection.
She sucked in an involuntary breath as her nipples hardened and her vagina flooded. It was now far too late to let him know she was home so Florence decided to stay hidden and observe the show.
Her reward was to see Tom stroke the impressive weapon until it grew even larger but then as if unable to wait a moment longer he began to seriously jack off.
Florence had by now got a finger to her throbbing clit and began panting with desire as it popped out of its sheath in response to her caress but she never took her eyes from his penis which had now grown even larger.
In fact it was so big that the head poked out from his fist which was working lovingly up and down the rigid column and moving so quickly by now that the swollen helmet was coated in pre-cum.
She added additional fingers to the first as gradually her own strokes quickened to match his tempo and she offered up thanks to whatever benign spirit had given her this welcome home present.
Having spent the last four hours in a state of ever increasing frustration during a journey in which Florence had been baulked twice from getting herself off this was a bonus to be fully appreciated.
Denied first on the plane, having been forced to leave the privacy of the toilet by turbulence, and then at the terminal car park where her car was unfortunately parked in full visibility of any passing pedestrian, it was as if fate had decreed that she wait until this unexpected bonus.
Then as she felt the onset of her own orgasm his wanking hand sped up to became a blur.
"Perhaps we'll cum together," she whispered even as he abruptly slowed and straightened up from a hunched position.
"Yes, fucking yes."
Florence actually heard this shout of triumph even through the double glazing then came herself as he threw his head back and began shooting off into her ornamental shrubbery.
Unlike him however she couldn't remain upright as she orgasmed so this was the moment that her knees involuntarily folded and Florence fell back into a chair.
With spasms still rocking her body from head to toe it was some time before she had recovered enough to rise on wobbly legs and go through to the kitchen but on arrival she discovered the gardener passing the door with a flushed face and dripping hair, although with his shorts now on.
He did a double take evidently surprised at finding his employer home but recovered rapidly enough to stumble over a greeting.
"Mrs Foster...you're back already...did you have a good holiday?"
She almost giggled at his look of embarrassment. Did he suspect that she had seen him wanking? Had he seen her watching?
All this flashed through her mind before she eventually replied as if everything was quite normal and her love juice was not running down the inside of her thighs.
"Very nice thank you Tom. Has everything been alright while I was away?"
"No probs Mrs Foster. Do you want your luggage bringing in?"
"Yes please. There's just the two cases in the boot."
...
Tom fetched the cases and carried them through to her bedroom with his eyes wide open. This was a first for him and curiosity was causing his gaze to roam everywhere but the place was immaculate, hadn't the cleaners been in while she was away, so to his disappointment there were no lacy underclothes on view, no sign of occupation at all.
But he dare not linger and departed reluctantly.
"I've still got the lawns to mow, is that okay?"
But she seemed distracted and merely nodded in reply.
He had already cut half the front grass when the ride on mower sputtered to a halt and he cursed himself for not filling the tank, but once that was done he returned to thoughts of his employer.
Tom could do the job on auto pilot and in the heat of the sun his boner was back with a vengeance and pushing out a bulge in his denim shorts.
What he wouldn't give to ram it up the gorgeous Mrs Foster, to feel his knob push home for its full length. What would that be like? What was it like to fuck a woman, any woman?
He had measured his erection once, 17.5 centimetres although it did depend where you measured from, and he couldn't hardly close his fingers around the rod when he was getting near to shooting off.
So as he rode the mower up and down his spare hand was in his pocket working his sensitive knob sideways, back and forth across his stomach.
But as the cuttings began to overflow the box Tom steered for the compost bins and in the copse of trees which made the spot invisible from the house he climbed off and unzipped his flies to free the erection of which he was so proud.
Would Mrs Foster be impressed by its size. He had seen her copping a good look at his gym developed muscles but he had no idea what she did for regular sex. He actually remembered her husband being around but the man was long gone so did she have someone else?
And would she welcome the attentions of a young stud? What would her tits feel like in his hands? Would her nipples rise up like his girlfriend's when he stroked them?
But by now his thigh muscles had stiffened and his free hand was forced to grab at a nearby post for support as his balls swelled and his orgasm began. One ribbon of jism splashed onto the grass then another as he continued to hunch over his still moving fist followed by a third then a couple of dribbles which he wiped away with cuttings scooped from the pile.
...
When would she succumb to temptation and seduce Tom? She had seen the lust in his eyes when he thought that her attention was elsewhere and seen the erection at his fly whenever she flaunted her firm childless body.
But after his exhibition by her pool the thought of having that splendid cock buried deep within her vagina had definitely aroused Florence's interest and she would be hard put to keep her hands to herself in the future.
Tired from the journey and from the recent excitements she decided to wash away the grime of the trip and then take a siesta however after getting stripped off she ended up falling naked on her bed.
As she drifted off to sleep to the accompaniment of the distant mower she thought lazily that she could shower later. Then, having slept deeply, it was evening before she woke and turned sensually onto her stomach.
"Just a quickie before I shower..."
She began humping the mattress, slowly at first then, once she had dragged a pillow down between her legs, with more intent because she rarely woke without pleasuring herself in the same way.
Florence had never found cumming a problem. Her husband had only discovered how lucky he was when he foolishly strayed from the marriage bed only to find his new woman turning bitter and twisted.
"You always cum too soon."
The woman was not slow in complaining.
But Florence's husband was now history having been made to pay handsomely for his mistake.
"That boy has such a nice cock," Florence crooned to herself as her clitoris rubbed across the Egyptian cotton, "but when he came, there must have been yards of spunk," and with such salacious thoughts fuelling her libido she came noisily.
...
She arrived home one afternoon to find Tom had pretty much finished cutting the hedges and not wanting to shout over the noise of the trimmer she pantomimed drinking from a glass. He nodded and by the time she had unlocked the house and got out a couple of beers he had appeared at the conservatory doors.
