Chapter 5 - Heather takes morning refreshment
It was time to visit Mark's garden again and do the gardening jobs he had agreed to undertake. Gary was a little nervous. Heather unnerved him a little. What if Mark was there with Heather?
Mark was out but Heather was in, once more in her white dress. Gary wondered if she had panties on this time. He was none too sure about a brassiere either. Nice to sit and chat with a cup of coffee before getting on with the gardening.
Gary picked up his fork and started to walk down the garden.
"Aren't you a bit over dressed for gardening?"
Gary knew what Heather meant.
"Don't be shy on my account."
"No, it's OK, I don't have to garden in the all-together."
"But you said you preferred to and it's a lovely hot day. Just leave your clothes here."
It was almost as if he was being told to strip. An easier thing to imagine with a mature, yet rich employer and his young female gardener. How much more was the hourly rate naked? Everyone had their price Gary supposed. The young women gardener prepared to go all the way providing there was 'no funny business, no touching... nothing more...' But that would perhaps have its price as well. Or instead the young male gardener being asked, perhaps after a day or two a, "could you stand a little straighter, a little more upright?" A worrying request from the mature employer, perhaps female or maybe male? Would he be prepared to undertake extra duties if the fee was right?
But to Gary it seemed this was all in reverse. Heather was a lot younger. Not a young girl but nonetheless nowhere near coming up to retirement age, thirty or so and with her long fair hair, nicely tanned legs and all - a good looking woman.
Gary obliged, feeling peculiar undressing with a woman watching. He had not done that, he thought, since he was married. With Zoe and Zara he already seemed to be naked when they met. And she was watching.
It was a pleasant day for gardening and as usual Gary worked away with enthusiasm. He was not sure if Heather was watching him much but it felt a little odd again when she appeared to ask if he would like another cup of coffee. She in her dress and he with nothing on at all. Of course he did fancy coffee and they sat by the pond with the fountain playing merrily away and the fish swimming around chatting. Gary finished his coffee and stood to get on with his work.
"Shall we feed the fish again - or would you rather feed me?"
It came out of the blue, nothing she had said had really led up to that, Though perhaps not completely unexpected. The idea was more than attractive. Gary could feel himself firming up.
"Well, which would you rather?"
Gary looked at the fish and then at Heather sitting in her white dress.
"Not much of a contest."
"Well, come here then."
Gary moved around the table, moved with his stumpy erection now standing, to the other side of the table by Heather. She reached and fully peeled him, leaving Gary somehow feeling really naked.
"Such a big head - a real knob end, Gary. It's lovely. I don't think I've seen something quite so solid on a man but there's just no length to it. Have you tried stretching it?"
Of course Gary had - to no avail. There had been a result, many times when he was young, but not a lengthening. He had come of course - that had been the sole, and pleasant, result of pulling on it.
Heather's fingers were placed all around his shaft in the indentation below the corona and she pulled as if trying to lengthen it.
"Wouldn't it be funny, Gary," she kept pulling, "if suddenly there was a bit of a tearing sound and a further six inches of cock slid out of your body - a magnificent thick, long penis rearing up just for me!"
"I think it might hurt!"
Heather let go. "It is nice, though, Gary, as it is. And it is certainly up for me. I really like it. Squat and firm; as I said, like a Norman tower. Perhaps I should call it Norman! No, I meant Saxon didn't I - round not square. Does it have a name?"
Gary looked surprised. Do men give their penises names? It had never occurred to him.
"No, not really."
"Well, time for, let's stick with Norman. Saxon doesn't really sound right. Could be 'Sax' though! Time for me to get better acquainted with Norman, don't you think? Does Norman like being kissed?"
Norman certainly did!
So nice to watch Heather's lips move closer and then plant a kiss right on the end of his knob. Her tongue coming out to tickle it there, another kiss and then the slow sliding of lips over the knob. And back again.
"That's a lot of knob, Gary, and I know! A real lip stretching knob. A lot for a girl!"
But she was clearly prepared to have another go. Once more the lips parted and the knob absorbed. For most men it can be difficult for them to get their girlfriends or wives to take it all in - take the whole erection into their mouths. The gag reflex is the problem of course. There is a not unreasonable argument that the modern man, the concerned man, the man very aware of women's needs, should try cock sucking himself just so he knows what he is asking of his girl - after all, there are plenty of women who have said after choking on a penis pushed too far that the man, "should try it himself." Gary had not tried - he did not see himself as that modern, as men go! He was a bit old fashioned really. But, equally, it was not his problem. No woman was going to choke on the length of his penis. Other men could try sucking to appreciate what a woman can be asked to do - cocks of their own length but he did not need to!
Heather's lips slipped on down Gary's shaft until he was fully in her mouth. Lovely for him to see Heather's face pressed into his curly hair and feel the warmth of her mouth all around his cock.
She began that nice bobbing motion. Lips sliding wetly up and down Gary's cock, tongue playing when there was room on the up stroke. A full up and down fellation. Lovely - and all Gary had to do was stand there and enjoy the sight and feelings.
"Is that nice Gary. It certainly feels good. Such a smooth, knob, Gary - is it almost bursting with goodness?"
It was certainly getting that way. Heather sat back looking at it for a moment or two, all wet with her saliva before resuming her fellation.
