At forty years old, Steve Archer thought of himself as being over the hill. This was not entirely incorrect because he had run into a series of setbacks, such as losing his job and getting dumped by his wife and his future was far from bright. He had found another job, working for a gardening contractor and tending to some of the big estates near where he used to live but the money was only a small fraction of what he had been earning a few years earlier.
However, there were some unexpected fringe benefits to his new job. Many of the rich men who were his clients had younger wives whom they could not or would not satisfy sexually and these women would turn to the nearest man to take care of their needs. Sometimes that man was Steve and, being as horny as they were, the women provided some of the greatest sex he had ever known. Even when they had no interest in cheating on their husbands, they liked to swim and sunbathe in the nude and, when they did, they provided him with the most delightful visual benefits.
When Steve was really lucky, they did both. One of the most memorable times was an accidental encounter with Michiko Brown, the wife of a retired Air Force major who had gone on to become the president of a highly successful regional chain of stores. Michiko and her husband had met ten years earlier when he was nearing retirement age and she was 25 years old and working as a hostess in a bar next to the base in Japan where he was stationed.
She was also a part-time prostitute, frequently taking bar patrons home after closing time and, for a price, tending to their sexual needs. She loved this part of the job because her needs were probably greater than that of most of her clients so they were being taken care of and Michiko was getting paid for their mutual pleasure. The major was one of her favorites, not because he gave her the greatest sexual time, but because he was a widower who made good money and liked to spend it on her. Shortly before he was to return stateside and retire, he asked her to marry him and she saw this as a chance to live a dream she had even before becoming a hostess.
However, like most dreams, there was a big drawback. In Japan, the major's sexual abilities had been barely adequate for Michiko and, ten years later, with him nearly impotent and her hornier than ever, they didn't even come close. Masturbation helped some but not enough, especially because she was not getting her pussy eaten, something she had learned to love having done by her bar clients.
As luck would have it, one of Michiko's horniest days happened to coincide with Steve working on her garden. She liked to bathe in a certain bathroom and that was what she was doing that morning. Right next to the tub was a big picture window that looked out onto a thick patch of shrubbery. The window was equipped with blinds but these were not usually used because the tub was hidden by the thick stand of plants. Michiko could soak there or masturbate and not worry about being seen and, even if somebody happened to look in, she was enough of an exhibitionist to let him or her get a good eyeful.
On that day, Steve was the person getting the good eyeful. When he came to work that morning, the major had instructed him to thin that particular patch so more natural light would illuminate the bathroom. With his clippers and rake, the gardener started on one end of the row of plants and set to work. Just as he began trimming the second of the shrubs, he saw a sudden flash of pale skin through a window he hadn't even noticed was there. Seconds later, he saw much more than that, because the lady of the house finished removing her robe and stepped into the tub she had just partially filled.
It wasn't filled all the way because Michiko had something she liked doing in her tub besides bathing. She slid her needy body under the tap and turned on a hard stream of warm water to pour down onto her swollen clit, while one hand fondled her pussy lips and the other tweaked her erect nipples. It felt good and, after a minute, she was able to feel pleasure coursing between those three points. The horny housewife sighed, but partly in frustration because what she was feeling was a pale imitation of what a tongue and a man's hands would have done for her.
Steve was feeling some frustration too. He had seen the sexily plump woman toss her robe aside and had admired the way her breasts swayed. However, once she was in the tub, he didn't have much of a view of anything. He could see and hear the water was running and could guess what that was for. He was able to see movements of her arms and was sure she was playing with her big breasts but he couldn't see any actual contact.
"Damn," he muttered to himself. "I gotta get closer and get a better look."
Trying to move quickly and quietly, Steve crept toward a particularly bushy plant, confident he could crouch behind it and be unseen but get a better look at the woman while she played with herself. When he reached this shelter, he stared raptly at the clit being stimulated and the nipples being tweaked. His cock stiffened at the erotic sight but he decided against masturbating until the sexy woman's bath was through. He would just enjoy the sight until then.
Almost bored with what she was doing, Michiko happened to glance out the window just as the man there changed his position. Knowing there was a man watching her, she smiled to herself and continued with her play. Masturbating by herself was better than nothing but the same stroking and fondling while being watched was a far bigger turn-on.
But not big enough. Michiko wanted and needed more and she knew what was inside the man's pants and mouth could give it to her. However, she wanted to avoid scaring him away by confronting him through the window, nor did she want to him to get bored and leave if she got out of the tub and walked away. She needed to do something so she chose what she considered the best way to keep the man interested and hoping for more.
Slowly, she climbed out of the tub and, with her legs spread, bent over to select a bath towel from the lower shelf of the rattan caddy, providing the unknown man with the best view she could of her shapely ass. Michiko dried her legs and hips, then turned to face the window while she finished her toweling. While reaching back to dry her shoulders and lower back, she stood with her chest thrust out, giving the best view possible to the man who was only a few feet away. After drying that part of her body, she finished with her arms, hung up the towel and walked away, leaving her robe. She hoped the unknown man would see that and stay where he was in hopes of her returning.
Things worked out just as she wanted. After donning a different robe, one that was in a guest room next to her favorite bathtub, she left the house by the small side door and walked the few feet to the stand of shrubs and bushes where Michiko hoped the man would still be waiting to see more.
He was. "Hey!" she announced. "What are you doing?"
Caught! Steve decided to act innocent in hopes he could brazen it out. "I'm just trimming these bushes, like your husband said to do. Just taking care of these bushes."
"These are the wrong bushes. That one in front of you isn't the one that needs your attention." Michiko eyed the swelling in the man's crotch and continued. "This is the bush you should be taking care of," she informed him while she grinned lewdly and opened the front of her robe, giving him the best view yet of her sexy, pale body.
While Steve gawked, the object of his desire stepped forward, grabbed him by the front of his pants and started to lead him toward the door she had just exited, which was still ajar. "Your name is Steve, isn't it?" she asked while leading him. When he nodded his head, she said "My name is Michiko."
Through the door and to the guest room she led him before she stopped beside the bed. "Are you ready to get to work on the bush that needs it?" she asked him, with a lascivious grin on her face. Without waiting for an answer, Michiko lay on her back with her legs spread and head nestled in a pillow.
Without hesitation, Steve followed her, kneeling between her legs and gazing raptly at the lovely pussy before him. But by now, being eyeballed wasn't even close to being enough for the horny woman.
"Well, are you gonna just look at it," she chided him. "Or are you gonna get your face in there where it belongs?" To encourage the latter, she raised her legs for him.
Eagerly, Steve ducked under the shapely limbs and wrapped his arms under Michiko's thighs, lowering his face to just inches from the bush he was going to be servicing. The running water in the tub had washed away the pussy juices as they were produced but they had already been replaced by fresher nectar in anticipation of what she was then expecting to have happen. He breathed in the delectable fragrance and started to discover for himself that her juices tasted even better than they smelled.
The fresh nectar didn't stay there very long. Steve greedily licked the delicious treat from the insides of Michiko's thighs and from her crotch, bringing his tongue all the way up her pink slit to be sure to get it all. He raised his head and grinned at the way her sexy body was already squirming in pleasure and returned to start licking one of her lush outer lips.
"Oooh, yeah, that's what I like," she murmured softly.
Michiko said nothing else intelligible because she had no wish to start any kind of conversation with the man whose head was between her legs. Talking would have been a waste of time for him for there was something much better for both of them that he could be doing with his mouth. She placed her hands on her breasts, partly so she could tweak her rigid nipples and add to her sexual joy and partly to watch the progress of the man's head as it moved slowly up the side of her pussy.
Everywhere that head traveled, bolts of delight shot through her body in its wake until Michiko's clit formed the familiar three-way connection with her nipples. Currents of pleasure coursed through her body and she let the man know he was pleasing her.
"That's the way, Steve! Keep working on that bush."
