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!"
