This is a short story about an elderly gentleman, our next door neighbour, who taught a young lady, myself, all I needed to know about gardening.
Hello My name is Martha, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm 41 years old. I'm a teacher. I have natural long blonde hair, with green eyes, generously size breasts and long sexy legs. In fact I'm only an inch short of six foot; my husband offer calls me his Amazonian Princess because of my height. We'd married quite young when I was 24 and James was just 21.
Anyway, this is a story from quite a few years ago. It was summer time and the weather was rather pleasant for the north of England, with long warm settled day.
But all was not well. I had just been made redundant from my job of 5 years, as a buyer for a mail order catalogue. I'd loved that job, it was my first job from leaving uni, and at the age of 26 I found myself become terribly depressed. Finding a new job was proving very difficult. I decided needed something to keep my mind occupied, I'd have gone crazy at home alone all day on my own. So to keep me occupied my husband, James, suggested I build herb garden. I thought this a great idea. I'd always liked gardening and cooking. That night I sat myself down at the kitchen table and planned out my new garden, with pathways and trellis work.
The next day, Sunday, I took James out into the garden to show him my plans. I was rather excited by the plans and decided to start work on it that week while James was at work. Just then we heard a voice from the side of us, it took us a little by surprise, We looked over to see our next door neighbour Ronnie peering over the fence.
Ronnie was retired and just celebrated his 70th birthday the month before. I always felt a little sorry for him since his wife had died the previous year and he now lived on his own. Having said that he was still a very active man for his age, always out in his garden doing odd jobs, come rain or shine.
"I couldn't help but over hear you talking about putting a herb garden in. I have some plants you can have to help you get started." Ronnie told us from over the fence.
"That's very kind of you Ronnie, that would be much appreciated, thank you." James replied.
"In fact I have some free time on my hands so if you'd like a helping hand, I'd be only to please to come round." suggested Ronnie.
James turned his head to me, "That's up to you babes?"
"Yes why not. The company will do us both good, won't it Ronnie?"
"Aye, it will that." Ronnie nodded.
"Okay, but you must let me pay you for the work you do."
"You most certainly will not!" Demanded Ronnie with a smile on his face. "The occasional brew and the company of the lovely Anne is payment enough for me."
The following week we started on the project. The forecast for the week was good, warm and sunny with only a slight chance of rain on the Wednesday.
On Monday after breakfast and James had left for work, I got ready and went out into the garden. The sun already felt quite strong.
Ronnie was already out in his garden and called out that he'd be straight round.
Right from the start Ronnie spoke to me in a very suggestive way. He was for ever praising my figure and he never lost an opportunity to brush against me or press close. At first I was annoyed and wondered whether I should tell my husband. But gradually, I was disturbed to realise, it was making me feel excited.
Tuesday was even warmer so I decided to get more daring with more loosely fitting clothes, which showed off my ample cleavage to its full, and tight shorts which when I was bent over caused Ronnies eyes to nearly pop out of his head. Soon his touching happen more frequently, and he linger longer.
That night I masturbated furiously in bed. James was working away. As I fingered myself I thought of Ronnie, and his reaction to my show. It didn't take long for my body to start to shake as I reached climax, then fell back on the bed and went to sleep. I had never been so turned on.
Wednesday again was hot and sunny. Again I'd dressed in shorts with a rather small thong underneath, and a revealing blouse. We had taken a break from working in my garden and I was helping Ronnie in his, as he had some branches he needed move, and I felt it only fair I returned the favour of his kindness. It was around 11o'clock, when there was a heavy down pour. the weather forecast had been bang on at the start of the week.
Ronnie said, "Come on we'd best take cover." and we hurried into Ronnie's kitchen. "I'll put the kettle on"
"Thanks, coffee with just milk for me please." I replied. I went over to the sink to wash up some cups and plates he left there. Whilst I was bending over looking for the washing up liquid under the sink, I became aware of his presence close behind me. I stood back more upright. He was very close now.