Chapter 04
Auntie P employs a gardener.
If you have read chapters one to three of "Mrs. K and me" you will be aware that Mrs. K seduced me, her grocery delivery boy who was the son of an acquaintance of her own age. Mrs. M or Auntie P. as she was known to me, a neighbor of Mrs. K. had got involved in chapter two. She was a close friend of my mother but a little older, maybe in her fifties. She had, it seemed inadvertently stumbled across us two petting in Mrs. K's living room and spent the afternoon watching us make love and eventually rather shyly joining in.
It was a school day about a month later and I had just returned home to find my mother preparing the dinner. She told me that she had just delivered another bottle of gin to Mrs. K and had this time collected the cash so there would be no need for me to visit her later. I was disappointed as it might have been an opportunity to spend a little time satisfying my ever eager need to ejaculate.
Later that evening my mother mentioned that she had seen Auntie P at the shops and she had asked my mother if I was looking to earn some pocket money during the upcoming school holidays. She needed some help in the garden as Uncle F; her husband was suffering from a back stiffness and the gardens were becoming overrun. I was to telephone her if I was interested and arrange to visit her and organize a regular day to work.
I was visibly excited by the prospect of spending time with Auntie P as we had briefly made love in Mrs. K's house, but had no contact since. She had, on that occasion sat on my cock and worked herself up to a guttural climax but done little else. I had not seen her rather large breasts enclosed in a white stiff bra or corset, or her pussy excepting a brief glimpse as she guided my cock in to her sopping wet pussy beneath her skirt and only whilst pulling her knickers gusset to one side.
Mother noticed my reaction but assumed it was the thought of the money. I duly phoned Auntie P. and arranged to visit her in her garden and to start work on the next day.
It was around 10 am when I ventured around the back of her house to find her bending over a flower border. She was revealing her rather large bottom and the backs of her thighs were exposed as the dress was half up her thighs. It was a bright summer day with a slight breeze and the floral sleeveless summer dress was yellow. I called her and she stood upright and smiled a broad "hello."
The dress had buttons all down the front and was a little longer than knee length and the neck was a "v" shape revealing only her upper chest and no cleavage. She was made-up and her hair was permed as was the fashion in those days. She led me around the garden and asked me to work on some flower beds, weeding, tilling the soil and edging the lawn. She leaned forward to show me which were weeds and I looked down the top of her dress as she leaned forward. She was wearing a pure white bra beneath. It was substantial and only revealed the very top of her breasts, just the slightest mounds and her deep cleavage. As she walked away to get me a drink I looked at her figure from behind. She was tall and as one would expect from a middle aged woman a little over weight. Her waist was full and her hips had spread. Her bottom looked large, but firm. She was not a small woman. Her legs were quite slim and rose to fairly thick thighs. They were clad in light tan stockings.
She soon returned with my glass of fruit juice and bend over again to place it on the ground revealing the slight swell of her breasts again. This time I noted the slight wrinkling at the top of her cleavage. She then proceeded to join me in the gardening but in another flower bed across the lawn some twenty feet away. She stood with her back to me and hitched up her dress so that it was above knees and tucked it under her belt. I assumed this was so that it didn't get soiled when she knelt on the grass. She was working away and I was able to observe her from behind. I admired her bottom and her legs. She stood and bent over quite often and revealed her thighs about half way up between her knees and her, not visible, stocking tops. I kept a close eye on her movements especially as she bent over, as her bottom was clearly outlined through her dress. Then the moment not to miss arrived. A sudden breeze lifted her dress. It was only brief, but my eyes were delighted at the sight of her thighs, dark stocking tops, white flesh, white suspenders, and white knickers gusset. She was wearing, it would appear, a corset and beneath that white silk knickers. She carried on as if nothing had happened, just brushing her dress down over her bottom again, looking around briefly to see where I was.
This is the woman who would not reveal her breasts while making love and not allowing me more than the briefest of glimpses of her underwear on that occasion. She had told Mrs. K that she was not proud of her body and was not prepared to make love for that reason. However she had been tempted to join in the fun and I wondered if more fun for me and Auntie would be forthcoming. I adjusted my erection as I fantasized about her naked body. I had to speculate that she would look a little like Mrs. K. but fuller and a little droopier in the bosom and belly.
She stood and turned towards me. She walked past me slowly and I could smell her perfume and had a close look at her stocking clad legs. She went in to the shed. The same shed where I had fucked Mrs. K from behind only recently, but she soon returned carrying a garden fork. She went to the flower bed and proceeded to dig in the soil. It was a strange sight to see her lifting her foot to press the fork into the ground. Then she turned to face me and continued to dig but this time I could see her legs. She appeared not to notice but she was revealing a large amount of her thighs. I was becoming light headed at the thought of what was above those thighs. She then looked up at me. Her spectacles had slid down her nose as she was perspiring. She asked me to go to the shed and bring a larger fork for me to help dig that part of the garden.
I did as I was asked and went to the shed to look for the fork. The shed was dark and the fork was not to be found. She realized I was having trouble with the search and came to join me.
"Can't you find the fork John?" She asked sweetly in her stammering way.
I replied, "No Auntie P. It doesn't appear to be hanging where it should be and it's nowhere to be seen."
She said, "Look behind the bench, it may have been knocked down and be laying there."
I leaned over the work bench and tried to reach down the back. I then felt her pressing against my back. Her hands were on my shoulders and the first thing I noticed were her breasts pressing against my back and then her stomach against my bottom. Her breath was in my ear and her perfume in my nostrils.
She stammered again. "Can you see it John?"
"No," was my stifled reply. My mouth was dry and I trembled.
She leaned more heavily in to me as she looked behind the work bench, and I could feel the softness of her body as it crushed against my slim back. Her thighs were tight against mine and her hands held my upper arms and squeezed them, her breathing was shallow and her heart was racing as was mine.
She eased away and she gently turned me to face her. I looked into her eyes, her specs were slipping again and her lipstick looked very inviting. A second passed and then she pressed her lips against mine. The kiss was a peck at first and then longer and then lingering. Her mouth opened and so did mine. I let her take the lead. Her body pressed against mine, her breasts spread within her bra and my erection restricted by my pants now crushed against her lower stomach.
My arms encircled her and roamed her back. I felt the extent of her underwear. It was a full corset encompassing her bottom which made her feel very firm. We just kissed for some time and I could feel my cock seeping semen. I could feel her lipstick spreading around my mouth and her perspiring face against mine.
She whispered in my ear, "Could we make love here John, in this shed?"
