A sunny morning and, look, there is a middle aged man working alone in his garden, a garden that is beautifully tended but very private, a man working alone and naked - a solo naturist perhaps. Imagine you can see him, are able to peek. Would you be shocked to see his penis rise, after all it happens to men at all sorts of times and places, to a full erection -- though it is a perhaps disappointingly stubby affair; would you be more shocked to see him take it in hand and move it -- he does after all think he is unobserved and that too is what men do; would you be surprised to see him walk erect all the way down the garden to a little wooden garden shed and disappear inside -- what can he be doing in there?
Your eye moves and next door the French windows of that house opens and out steps a pretty, if a little chubby, dark haired woman - you know she is naturally dark because you can see her private hair as she too is completely naked. Would you be shocked at this and wonder what is going on in this neighbourhood? The woman is carrying a baby on her arm and she settles down and feeds it, moving it comfortably from one breast to another -- a happy maternal scene in the warm sunshine, the baby no doubt making little contented noises as it sucks on the nipple. How sweet! You watch as it is winded, its back patted as it looks over its mother's shoulder; its little head nodding in that way babies have when they can only just about hold its weight up. It will sleep contentedly soon.
After a while the man reappears from his shed, still sporting -- if that is the word -- his erection; does that excite you or do you think he just looks funny and ridiculous? That is a personal preference! Perhaps he has not actually been doing what you had surmised or at least not reached the sort of satisfactory conclusion you imagined. Perhaps he is heading to the house for a gardening magazine, or some other well illustrated reading material, to peruse in his shed. Certainly you think the man is rather missing out on the pretty view you have next door of the naked woman. But what is this? She hears him and calls out and it amuses you to think of the two of them conversing unaware of the other's nakedness; indeed, from the woman's point of view that she is talking to a man with an erection. There is the fence between them. But of course we must all have talked unknowingly to men with erections; it is just they have been modestly hidden by trousers rather than a garden fence.
Let us move in closer and listen to the conversation. What can they be talking about? It can hardly be that the man is being invited around for coffee -- not when they are like that!
"Hi, Gary."
"Morning Zoe, you are up and about?"
"Yes, just feeding little Charlie, he can be quite a greedy little fellow sometimes but he does get the wind."
A very distinct but juvenile burp came from Zoe's side of the fence.
"That's better, now back on you go Charlie. And how have you been keeping, Gary?"
"Oh fine. Retirement remains very good. Time to potter around the garden, a bit of golf, you know..."
"You're always welcome to potter around here. Tom is not the greatest of gardeners and with little Charlie I don't have much time. Do you want to see the little fellow? Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Yes please, I was just thinking of one. I'll be around in a bit. I'll just change from my gardening things."
"Oh, come as you are, Gary."
Oh dear, she cannot know what she has said. It must be very amusing to the man. Think of her surprise if he really did come like that -- tumescent penis and all! I wonder what he really can be thinking.
What Zoe said was actually quite intriguing to Gary; surely Zoe could be pretty sure his gardening things were no things at all; she did, after all, know his habit. Well, she could always send him back to put something on but for the moment it would just be like old times.
Old times indeed as the loke saw a naked Gary step out into it. There was nobody else to see but the possibility was always a bit of a worry for him. It unnerved but slightly excited Gary to think of himself suddenly revealed to, for example. Melanie Evans from across the way. He had thought of her before. Imagined himself perhaps meeting both Melanie and her husband Harry in the loke or helping her out when Harry was away. The latter probably involving a spot of gardening and being Gary if she was out perhaps gardening in the buff. He preferred to garden that way - perhaps risky because what if she came back unexpectedly? He could imagine himself stuttering and saying he was sorry and had not expected anyone to be there, it was a very hot day and that was what he normally did; and she being sweet about it and saying she didn't mind and always liked the opportunity to see a naked man. Making a bit of a joke of it. And then him, quite awfully, getting an erection right out in the open where she could see but then perhaps Melanie saying how it looked uncomfortable and the same thing happened to Harry all the time and was there anything she could do about it?
It was not helpful as he walked the few steps to Zoe's back gate to be thinking of the rather fine forty something Melanie, not helpful to be coming up with one of his garden shed fantasies, because it was not going to be Melanie who was going to be presented with the ensuing and returning erection. It had come for real and there Gary was, once more, standing at the foot of Zoe's garden stark naked and with his tumescent, thick, stumpy penis pointing up at the sky. What if Tom was there or a friend of Zoe's? It would be bad enough being naked but erect to boot? Gary peered through the bushes; was Zoe alone; was it safe to move forward?
Not only was it safe, as far as he could tell, but there was lovely chubby Zoe as naked as the day she was born with her baby to her breast. The sight of Zoe was not conducive to the blood leaving his penis and its lowering to an almost presentable flaccid state -- on the contrary as he stared he felt his foreskin peel back all by itself -- he was going to have to go and say good morning to his friend as if all ready for intercourse. Perhaps he could wait a bit -- but no, Zoe had seen him and called.
Well, we cannot hear the man's silent thoughts, even his more naughty ones, but certainly from our vantage point the scene has become a lot stranger. The man had now come into the woman's garden and is approaching her in a state of sexual excitement, his erection obvious if rather shorter than is usual in men. They are conversing but the man's display is not abating. Is this normal behaviour around here? Is the woman going to put the baby down and engage in sexual play and sexual intercourse? Is this what happens in this neighbourhood? We look over other fences, into other gardens but it seems not. Though perhaps we pause a little too long at No. 54. A young girl is sunbathing with not a stitch on, a red head, a natural redhead we can see. A pretty little thing but young, too young. We should not stay.
"Gary! You really are the limit! And you complain about having a small cock when it is almost permanently -- it seems -- like that! Well it's nice, as the saying goes, to find you are pleased to see me!"
"Sorry."
"Oh, don't be silly. It's not that it's a great surprise. I've seen it all before. I was going to ask you to hold Charlie whilst I made your coffee but he's dropped off to sleep so I'll just go and put him down."
It was lovely to see Zoe looking so maternal; the baby asleep on her shoulder fresh from suckling at her big breasts -- and they were a lot bigger than they used to be; the blue veins noticeable and the nipples engorged. Gary had played with those nipples not a few times and sucked on them when they had been hard with sexual excitement but they were even bigger now: being used for their true purpose had changed them -- 'teats not tits,' Gary thought a little crudely -- they still looked very suckable in his opinion and clearly little Charlie shared the same view.
Gary sat on the lounger thinking about Zoe as she went to settle Charlie down and make the coffee. The baby seemed fine -- a strapping little chap -- Gary was careful, and had been careful, to make no comment about its parentage in the sense of his own involvement. He had most definitely not said, when shown the little bundle's face, by Zoe and Tom, anything like how much it looked like its father. Tom would have been happy enough but would Zoe? Some things were best left unsaid. To be fair, Gary could not see it looked anything like him either -- to him it looked like a baby!
In any case it could well have been that Tom's low sperm count had not let him down at the vital and important moment. Perhaps swimming together his and Gary's spermatozoa -- a joint shoal of spermatozoa perhaps -- had reached Zoe's ovum together and, despite Tom's being vastly, he surmised, outnumbered, it was one of Tom's that had penetrated and fertilised. Without tests who was to know and did it matter? Zoe had liked to see it as a joint effort between her husband and Gary after all!
Any loss of tension in his baby making equipment was quickly restored as Zoe came out again carrying two mugs of coffee. She looked magnificent with her big breasts wobbling slightly and her fine riot of black pubic hair. Perhaps the tummy a little slacker than before but a fine sexual woman nonetheless. She settled herself in the chair.
"Your figure is back again in trim, I see."
"You think so? I think my tummy's a bit wobbly. I'm exercising though. My breasts are ridiculous of course but I think my bits are back in shape. You have no idea, Gary, all that stretching. You men have no idea!" And she actually opened her legs to show him.
That did nothing for his erection either. How strange to be talking and drinking coffee with a hard on!
"Looks just like it did before to me. Very nice! So sex with Tom is back up to speed then?"
"Better if anything -- when I'm not tired -- really good actually. What about you -- after what went on with Zara over the Christmas holiday!"
"That was something, Zoe. She is a naughty little thing -- or rather big thing -- as you know. But my hand and I have been good friends since then."
They laughed. It was good talking to Zoe. No secrets!
"You need to find yourself a new lady, Gary. I can see playing with young Zara is fun and me sometimes has been good but you need companionship and something based on romance not sex."
"Perhaps. Once bitten, twice shy. I'm perfectly happy. Never been happier. If something happens then maybe, but I am not actively looking."
Well, perhaps you should... oh sorry!"
Zoe's left breast was suddenly oozing milk. It formed a big drop which lengthened and dropped to her thigh and it was clear it was not going to stop in a hurry.
"Oh, they do that. Charlie did not feed too well this morning and I am, as you can see Gary, a little full. I mean, do you want to feel how firm they are? You can."
Gary was not loath and they certainly were firm -- taut would be a good word! Full would clearly be another! Just touching the left one made the leaking worse -- it sprayed a little. Gary found it really rather erotic.
Firm breasts: firm penis.
"Come on Gary; help me out, you know you want to."
"Express your milk?"
"Don't be silly, you can if you like but I think you'd prefer to suck! But be gentle. They get sore you know."
