Chapter 6 - the return of young Zara
Gary Roldern settled down in the warm afternoon sunshine with his straw hat over his eyes. A postprandial nap seemed to be just the thing. Gary was retired and able to take a more relaxed approach to life and able to potter around in his garden as he liked. And how he liked to potter was naked. Not a practising naturist in the sense of going to a club and wandering around 'au naturel' with other like minded persons but content to feel free in the privacy of his own garden. Occasionally he went further afield, perhaps a short - very short - part of a walk in the countryside when he had left his clothes for a time. He had also been to nudist beaches once or twice for the experience. He had liked walking into the sea without his trunks and swimming naked.
It had been good working in the garden, the sun warm on his skin. It was the time of year when everything was just growing and getting bigger. Of course Gary helped it along with plenty of watering; his hosepipe found plentiful use and the plants responded. Growth and fecundity, the plants pushing upwards to flower and make seeds to produce offspring, the birds nesting and the insects no less hard at work. Gary's own hosepipe had watered the garden not a few times as he was more than careful in the heat to drink plenty of water and it did seem to fairly 'run through him.' The growing plants in the borders, their vigour and life seemed to have a fellow effect on him and more than once he felt his cock rising upwards - yes like the asparagus spear in speeded up time. Gary liked it. He liked just becoming erect in his garden; such a nice feeling whether just digging away or bending to pull up weeds to feel himself tumescent and excited; and once up it was nice to stroke it a little.
The afternoon was warm and Gary closed his eyes. Of course his naturism was not entirely solo. He did have visitors. Sometimes his neighbour Zoe came around and there was also the college girl, Zara, from across the road who was happy to join him in his pastime. Like many men Gary also enjoyed sex and it was rather pleasing his two neighbours were, again, of similar mind. At 59, Gary was more than fortunate to have two such very good friends who, despite being both young women, liked to play. This was perhaps the more surprising because whilst tanned and reasonably fit looking Gary was somewhat under-represented in the penis department. You could not fault it as it lay like a brown frog between his thighs in the sunshine. It had all the appearance of normality but when erect it was only three inches long - a miniature penis for a man - and this was a source of regret and even embarrassment on Gary's part. Its two redeeming features, and Gary was certainly conscious of these, was that it was both very thick and very prolific - it produced a lot of 'cum' when sufficiently aroused.
And aroused it had been not two days ago when Gary had visited Zoe shortly after her husband's departure for work.. He had come (in both senses) by invitation. She had told him to pop around to hers as soon as Tom had driven away in his car. Zoe was anxious once more to be pregnant and Gary was a substitute inseminator for her husband. Tom was fine at sex, could do all the right things and do them well - as Gary had actually seen for himself once or twice in a rather voyeuristic way, by Zoe's design - but Tom was not really fertile.
Gary, on the other hand, certainly was and was more than happy to help out. The only slight down side was Zoe's insistence he only came when Tom came as well. He therefore found himself taking 'sloppy seconds,' his stumpy cock with its big knob entering an already well used and particularly slippery vagina. Gary, though, was hardly worried by this. Indeed he treasured the memory back when he had first been trying to get her pregnant he had pulled out in the middle of intercourse, with the object of prolonging the game, when Zoe, looking at him, had asked if he had 'already come.' His stumpy erection had been quite covered with the translucent whiteness of Tom's ejaculation; so much so that it did, indeed, look like he had come. 'no, not me,' he had said. She had then, sat up on the bed, all chubby and naked with her big breasts, and this was what he remembered so well, held his balls in one hand and licked his cock just like an ice cream, lapping up all of the 'cum,' which was not his own, as her tongue had worked its way all around it.
What man does not relish the idea of his wife or partner washing him down with her tongue after he has come yet, having come, no longer finds the idea quite so exciting. The result of that post ejaculation loss of interest in sex! For Gary it had all the appearance of him having come without the reality. A delight to watch.
"Mmmm nice, you try." And she had gone and kissed him right on the mouth with her tongue pushing between his lips. Unusual for her to kiss him like that and of course that had indeed meant he had tasted Tom. Very much her intention. Cum on her lips, cum in her mouth. A shared tasting. It had been a bit on the odd side but it was Zoe he was kissing - not Tom!
She had kept kissing him as she had put him back in and ridden him cowgirl until he flooded her; her tongue in his mouth all the while and pushing in and out as if it was a cock. Her semen slippery tongue, his cock in her vagina pulsing - semen in both places! It had been an intensely sexual experience.
Gary smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep in the warm sunshine. Zoe had looked fantastic when he had gone around two mornings ago: damp, dishevelled, very much looking like a woman who had just been fucked and, as he had walked into her bedroom, her marital bedroom, she had let her thighs fall open revealing all, including the product of Tom's recent orgasm seeping from her vagina, all creamy white, and just starting to run down towards her bottom. His penis had pumped up as he had wished her, 'Good morning.' It had been obvious he had been pleased to see her and it had been a good fuck. He had just got straight on the bed between her thighs and slipped in without being asked - and 'slipped' had been the word!
What a privilege to enter the marital bedroom and simply fuck the wife like that, minutes after her husband had driven away.
Lying back Gary's little stumpy erection stiffened at the memory, he could feel it pumping up again in the sunshine. He was so lucky with his friendly neighbour. Perhaps Zoe would ask him to nip around the next morning.
It was a nice feeling lying there, eyes closed, thinking back. The sun all warm on his cock and it just growing. Perhaps he might later... after all two days without an ejaculation was not exactly like him. Yes, perhaps in the garden shed where it was so warm and private and... It was a surprise: his thoughts were interrupted by what felt like a warm wet mouth suddenly engulfing his knob and beginning to suck. Gary was instantly wide awake. Was it Zoe who had crept around for some afternoon fun, was it Zara back from college or someone else? Surely not Melanie?
He did not instantly push his hat away. It was rather exciting to not know who was sucking him and just lie there and enjoy it. Whoever it was doing the job was doing it very pleasantly indeed. A little awful if it was Tom but that seemed just a trifle unlikely! And there were certainly one or two neighbours other than Zoe or Zara he would be as happy as anything to have fellate him. Melanie Evans from across the way - though it would be a bit of a shock if Harry was with her, standing, watching and smiling - or Kirstie whom he had spied upon and had every intention of spying the same again. All those had potential for being very enjoyable - apart from Tom or indeed Harry!
It was, perhaps most obviously, Zara.
"I want to get hot and sweaty in your shed." Unusual first words of greeting.
"Shouldn't you say something about it being a good afternoon first?"
"Fuck that - come on."
She had reached and pulled him up with her hand and Gary had walked with her up the garden. And as she walked she had taken her clothes off, one by one. At the shed door he had looked back at the trail of tee shirt, skirt, bra, panties and sandals strewn on the grass and path leading to the shed. But his eyes were mostly on Zara's delectable body. A teenager's naked body.
It was so hot in the shed. The morning sun had seen to that. Hours of sunshine beating down and the window closed. It was like a sauna. Gary could feel the sweat rising on his skin: Gary could see it appearing on Zara's deliciously naked skin.
She pulled the chair to one side, hopped up on the table and opened her thighs. Gary moved to step between them, his cock more than ready to penetrate. The prospect of feeling her wet, warm, young sheath holding it delightful. It had not been that many days before when he had done just the same to Zoe - that 'quickie' in the shed.
"No, no down you go." Her hand on his head pushing him down. "A proper welcoming kiss!"
Gary knelt and just stared at the picture before him. The fine fair hairs, so neatly set either side of Zara's divide as if they had been combed, her fleshy, crinkly sex, the clitoral hood pronounced and so ready to be teased with lips, the raised nipple like clitoris itself and, of course, the so important entrance looking rather more a passable entrance than when he had first seen it the year before. It was all so obviously wet as if it had had salad dressing poured upon it.
What would be the right blend of oils, herbs and perhaps a little stinging vinegar to make a perfect dressing for cunnilingus, a perfect liquid mix to pour on before feasting on the soft pink folds? They looked delicious naturally dressed but could Zara's pudenda be improved by a little additional flavouring, a seasoning? Would Zoe think so if she was there? What sort of dressing would she like, would the addition of a certain saltiness - the saltiness of man cream - add to it? A velvety, white dressing carefully 'drizzled' on the delicious pink folds before she went down on Zara. Would she actually do such a thing?
Gary imagined a chef complete with chequered trousers, white double breasted jacket and the toque hat, his rigid penis exposed through the chequered trousers as he released generous dollops of his own cum into the dressing bowl to be whisked and poured onto Zara's sex in a most artistic and gastronomic manner. "Voila, Madam!" as Zoe settled herself to the feast.
