Bailey surveyed the landscape he had tended for some 37 years. He had wandered into the Henderson Estate, a seventeen year old black kid going nowhere in particular, and asked for a job. Mr. Henderson put him to work with old Rawlings, the gardener, and the rest, as they say, is history.
When Rawlings retired, Bailey just carried on by himself. He discovered he had a natural talent for, 'things natural.' He loved working the soil and seeing the results of his hard labour in flower blossoms from early Spring to late Fall. His favourites were the rhododendrons and he spent many hours nurturing them through a tough winter or a dry spring....he had a special reason for doing so.
He was twenty-two when he met Rosy...or 'My Rosy'...as he always called her. They married after a whirlwind courtship and she came to live with him in the small house on the estate. They never did have kids, though they tried very hard. They enjoyed being naked together and Bailey had been blessed with far more than his fair share in the endowment department. Rosy liked that a lot and something of a sexual nature took place almost every night. They had thirty good years together and just before she died she made him promise to sprinkle her ashes among his beloved rhododendrons, that way, she knew they would always be close. Bailey kept his promise and spent most of his free time sitting amid his prized shrubs, taking in their unique fragrance, surrounded by a sea of colours and knowing Rosy was a part of it. He found comfort there and it helped him cope with the tremendous loss he felt.
It was about a year later that Mrs. Henderson died and things around the estate changed. Mr. Henderson remarried and his new, 'trophy wife,' came to live on the estate. The new Mrs. Henderson was only 32 years old and too young for Mr. Henderson as far as Bailey was concerned, although he had no say in the matter any which way. She had the right pedigree and was awful pretty but the new Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were almost never together except for special business parties at the house or country club. It flummoxed Bailey; he realised Mr. Henderson was 76 years old and his health wasn't the best but surely he would like to be naked with this beautiful young woman. He could just enjoy the view and his tongue and fingers still worked. Bailey thought if he had a young wife like that he would be naked every night, just like he used to be with Rosy. He was still fit and strong of course, his job ensured that and he wouldn't change it for a million dollars but if the truth were told, his loins hadn't stirred since Rosy left him....and that bothered him.
As time went on he saw less of Mr. Henderson who preferred his house in Tucson. He had business interests there and the climate was kinder to him than the humid air of Georgia summers. Bailey kept busy with his gardens and Mrs. Henderson represented the Henderson name at various charities, the country club and hosted a bridge game at the house twice a week. A maid came in for a few hours on Tuesday and Friday afternoons but for the most part there was just the two of them on the estate.
July came in hot and muggy as it usually did. Bailey was in the tool shed sharpening his shears and happened to look out the window. He saw Mrs. Henderson walking to the pool in a bikini. She sure looked good in that tiny thing and Bailey felt a twitch in his groin. Was it real or did he just imagine it? After her swim she lay back in one of the chairs, her tanned body all wet and opened a book. After a while she brushed a hand over her large breasts and Bailey thought it seemed deliberate rather than accidental. As Bailey watched she put her hand between her legs and began moving it up and down, letting her legs fall on either side of the chair. Bailey felt another twinge, he was sure this time, and he felt his crotch. Through his pants he felt his cock growing as Mrs. Henderson's movements became more animated. He unzipped his work pants and his huge endowment sprang out. It hadn't been hard since he was naked with Rosy but as he watched Mrs. Henderson bring her legs up and arch her back he masturbated frantically and sprayed a heavy load of cum over the window.
Mrs. Henderson sashayed out to the pool in her tiny bikini every afternoon at about the same time, except for Wednesdays and Sundays when she played bridge. Bailey would be in the tool shed stroking his cock in anticipation of the forthcoming entertainment, his libido had returned as strong as it ever was. They masturbated together yet separately and the window pane received the outcome, as it were. Bailey was pleased that his erection had come back and was able to ejaculate daily but oh how he wished it would splash inside Mrs. Henderson rather than onto a piece of glass.
It had been a busy day for Bailey in the humid heat; he spent all day breaking off the spent flower heads of his beloved rhododendrons ensuring a multitude of blossoms the following spring to share with Rosy. It was dark by the time he finished and the estate was quiet, he had seen no one all day. He was tired and sweaty and the pool looked real inviting. Should he or shouldn't he pondered and decided why not. He stood at the side of the pool for a moment and looked about. Nothing stirred so he undressed and slipped into the cool water. It felt good and his weary body began to relax, he thought of Rosy and Mrs. Henderson and his cock stiffened. He toyed with it for a while then decided against going further and climbed out. His huge erection bobbed up and down as he stood beside the pool for a while. Feeling the warm air on his wet body, particularly his cock, was arousing and before donning his clothes, he stroked it lazily then headed home. Maybe he would relieve himself in the tool shed tomorrow if his lady boss kept to her routine.
Mrs. Henderson peered out of her bedroom window and saw her gardener standing naked beside the pool with the biggest erection she had ever seen. Her hand clamped over her open mouth and she tried to move away but was fixed to the spot. She stared as the gardener stroked along its tremendous length and turned away only when he was clothed and on his way home. She lay on the bed and masturbated furiously until she climaxed over her fingers.
One of Bailey's tasks was to deliver fresh-cut flowers to the house two, sometimes three times a week at precisely midday. Mrs. Henderson always met him at the door and thanked him curtly. It was two days after his foray into the pool that he knocked on the door with flowers across his arm. Instead of taking them, Mrs. Henderson asked him to bring them through to the kitchen. He watched her lovely ass sway in her tight pants as he followed along down the hall. With a sweep of her arm she asked him to put the flowers on the counter beside the sink. He was about to leave when she said she had a special job for him tonight and he was to meet her by the pool at nine o'clock. He thought it odd but said he would be there and inquired if he should bring along any tools. She blushed deeply, "No, that would not be necessary," she replied and Bailey took his leave. He wondered what on earth could need doing in the garden after dark, especially with no tools.
Bailey arrived at the pool a few minutes before nine and sat on the edge of one of the chairs. Mrs. Henderson joined him a little after nine wearing a long, white bathrobe.
"Well, here I am Mrs. Henderson ready to go to work on whatever you want doing."
