Chapter 3 - Feeding the fish
Gary had said to Melanie that he had no plans to get another job. As far as he was concerned he was retired - after all he was nearly sixty. Occasionally he felt a little guilty about 'not contributing to society' but, to be fair, he had been working since he was seventeen. It seemed, however, the world was not going to leave him alone to simply be retired. Perhaps it was his fault in talking about his gardening to his golfing chums but he soon found not just Melanie but others were getting him to do a spot of gardening for them. It brought in some extra beer money and he did not totally mind. It got him out and about, plus it was good seeing what other people did in their gardens - in the gardening sense mostly! The not quite gardening activity with Melanie, even if it had involved a hoe, had been more than a surprise - very much more than a surprise.
Like many gardens Gary's had an ornamental pool but he was not an avid water gardener which was why he was a little surprised to find himself naked one morning in a large ornamental pond that was not his own and with the water very nearly up to his testes.
Gary had not simply woken and found himself magically transported there. He had been asked to do a spot of gardening and not for one of his usual chums, but rather he had been recommended by one of them to another club member. Mark Gamble was clearly successful - a very busy businessman with his own firm and with no time for gardening but seemingly time enough for golf! Gary had been approached and had agreed to 'give it a go.'
A modern house on what might be called an 'executive' estate quite a few miles from Gary's home though not far from the golf club. No doubt to many on the rather exclusive estate the proximity to the golf was a very distinct advantage. Mark had shown Gary around and left him to it with a key to the side gate. That had been two or three weeks ago and Gary had been around a few times and done a fair bit of work in the garden. A stranger's garden was not the sort of place really to take your clothes off and Gary had gardened unusually well dressed, if you could count the old tee shirt and jeans as 'well dressed.' Of course most gardens are rather visible to neighbouring houses. Mark's was not. It was actually not overlooked and was generous with the plot. Gary could have gardened as he normally did.
The note from Mark pinned to the wooden bird table asking about the pond had been a surprise. The fountain was not working and could he do anything about it?
Gary did not have much of an idea about ponds and fountains but he was willing to have a go. Checking the isolation switch was off he prepared to have a look.
Ponds of course contain water and water is wet. Denim and water are not a good mix. In fact denim is a very poor material to be wearing in the rain - it is uncomfortable and takes forever to dry. Gary knew that from experience. It would be worse in a pond. Gary had not brought waders and, indeed, did not possess any. He thought of going to buy a pair but it seemed much easier simply to take his trousers off. He was not too keen on getting wet underpants either and having got that far it was as easy to take his tee shirt off as well.
And so there was Gary in Mark's back garden looking like he normally did in his very own back garden - the naked gardener. He was even devoid of boots and socks. There he was standing close to the house on the decking ready to step into the water completely naked. He hoped the fish did not start nibbling his scrotum.
The water was a bit cold but not unpleasant given the mounting heat of the morning. Carefully Gary threaded his way around the plants in their underwater containers, watching the large fish swimming away from him as he stepped deeper down into the pond towards the fountain.
He was just bending to pick up the fountain unit from the bottom of the pond to bring it back to the side and onto the decking for inspection when the patio doors opened and out stepped Mark's wife, Heather. He had met her when he had first come around but there had been no car in the drive when he arrived that day and he had been sure no one was at home. How wrong could he be!
"Hallo Gary, what is wrong with the fountain then?"
She seemed completely unfazed by the sight of Gary completely starkers in her pond. No hand to mouth and rushing back inside quivering with fright. Instead she came out onto the decking.
"I... I'm just getting the fountain unit. I didn't want to get my trousers all wet."
"I can see that... or anything else it seems!"
Heather was about thirty as far as Gary could judge and very pleasant to look at. She was wearing a light cotton white dress with straps to the shoulder. Heather made to sit with her legs over the decking and down into the water. Down in the pond and with the sun behind him Gary watched feeling exposed and rather perturbed. What would Mark say when Heather told him about finding Gary naked in the pond? Heather did not quite do the ladylike way of sitting down and with the sun shining straight at her Gary received the most remarkable view of her legs not simply below the white dress but up into it; not just of tanned thighs and insides of thighs but on up to the top of the thighs to where, he was amazed to see Heather was not actually wearing any panties. Her dress was seemingly all she had on. Her fair hair, her long fair hair, was matched down below.
"I don't know yet. I am just getting it." He bent again and picked up the fountain unit giving him an even better view of Heather. He should not have looked of course but he was a man, a man interested in such things and a man keen to be able to recall such things in the privacy of his garden shed.
There for him to see was her lovely little hairy sex and, with the sun shining straight on, he could see even the little pink bits poking out - yes labia minor and clitoral hood, the pink, frilly, soft little bits! She sat there on the decking with her legs a little apart and dangling in the water and still Gary could see her sex and, as a man would, he responded giving her the undoubted 'thumbs up.' Only, of course, it was not his thumb.
It was a bit unfortunate he was in the middle of the pond. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go. Holding the fountain unit and his erection coming.
"Here it is." He meant the fountain unit.
"Well, yes, so I can see!"
He tried hiding 'it' with the fountain unit.
"No leave it be"
It was at just that moment that his foreskin chose to fully retract. Gary could feel it rolling back the last bit on its own bringing his whole knob into prominence - his corona revealed! No wonder the Greeks saw the glans as so rude - the action was so clearly sexual. He dared not look down. He knew the knob would have been visible in outline under the foreskin but actually having the knob out in the open was surely a different matter entirely.
There Gary was like a garden gnome with a fishing rod in a pond - only not much of a rod!
"Why Gary! Is that for me?"
"I am so sorry."
"No don't be." She giggled, "I've always wanted a garden gnome for the pond but Mark can't stand them. If only you had the hat. But what a funny little erection. Oh, sorry, sorry. I'm being so rude but it is a bit like I'd imagine a garden gnome's to be - stumpy and thick. So different from Mark's. His is so long but, I think in the other dimension, slender is the word. Yours is..."
