MIL -- Ch 11
We got home after I cleaned myself up and actually did get in a bit of a nap, and we unloaded all the stuff that Sandy had piled into the truck for the garden and patio area. We had a light dinner and went to bed early. Gina had me eat her out for what seemed like hours before she finally was ready for my cock and the excitement of the day had us both cumming together in a short time of actually fucking. We both collapsed and fell asleep quickly after a long weekend.
Monday came and went, I went to work and came home like normal. Gina and her mom are sitting out back on the patio, sipping a drink of tea or something. I didn't get a chance to ask.
"Oh yay! You're home!!! We went to garden center today, and there are a lot of bags for you to carry for us!"
Great! Can't wait. "Sure honey, show me where to put them."
I open the back of the truck and find basically a full pallet of potting soil, mulch, rocks, and planters. About 2 hours later, I have unloaded the truck, and placed everything where they wanted it, some items had been moved multiple times. It felt good doing man work instead of the normal sit in chair at office all day. I was nicely worn out, but had a good work out and felt pretty good.
After dinner, I went and took a shower, and we sat around and watched TV for a bit, and I fell asleep in my chair, zonked to the world. I guess that heavy lifting took more out of me than expected. I woke up at 2AM in my chair, and went to bed, crashing immediately, and getting up for work before anyone else was up.
I get home the next day at the normal time, and no one is inside, so I head out to the backyard. I cannot believe the transformation! There is greenery and color everywhere, planters are organized, and actually seem to be in some sort of logical coordination with the plants inside them. The place looks landscaped as if a professional had done it. I was truly impressed.
The women are in the pool cooling off and I head over there.
"This place looks amazing! You girls are incredible!"
"He's home! You like it?" Gina asks.
"It's unbelievable. A job like this would have cost $2500 from a landscaper. I'm impressed beyond words."
The beams from Gina and Sandy as a response to my words show that I just scored some points. Time to score some more. "I'm going to fire up the grill, make you two dinner tonight!"
"Woohoo! " Sandy exclaims. I proceed to start the charcoal chimney and go inside to prep the meat for the grill. I watch the women on their floats in the pool through the kitchen window and I think about the drive home a few days ago as I stare at their wet bodies, following every curve into every crevice, and I drop my hand into my pants and start stroking myself. I really just want to walk out there and stroke in front of them, up close as I stare at their bodies, full peeper mode, but I don't have the guts. I unzip my pants as I stand there at the window, and pull out my hardening cock. I push my shorts down to my ankles, and feel every inch of my cock with my hand, feeling its hardness, feel its slick skin, feel its burgeoning head. I slide my hand up to the very tip of the head, and down to the base of the shaft. I fondle my balls a bit, and I stroke up as I stare at those female bodies. The contrast of Gina's tall body, thick, strong thighs, and large breasts contrasts with Sandy's small frame body, short and a bit more squat. I realize that the female form, in all its shapes and sizes can be tantalizing to my fantasies, and I start crafting elaborate scenarios as I stroke. I realize that I need to get dinner ready, and I reluctantly slow down, take one more longing look and one last series of strokes, before taking my hand off my cock and pulling up my pants. I need to take care of dinner, so I wash up and get everything ready.