Dating : Watching You, Watching Me

The Gardener and his Mistress.

The Furtive Gardener ~ Don’t ask why, but I was peeping. I was doing my job, gardening, when something drew me to the back window.

I swear I saw a light flash from the room and took it as a sign. That’s the truth, and there she was laid out on the bed, a bright lamp illuminating the scene before me.

Normally she verged on looking frumpy in a high necked blouse and calf length skirt. But today, she was transformed by her nakedness into the hottest babe I’d ever seen. I mean, alabaster skin and with tits I had only ever dreamed about. Her left hand teasing the nipple. The right was between her legs, under a book which obscured her pussy.

Unable to take my eyes away I reached inside my fly. My cock was alert, waiting. The familiar touch drew it out spasming into my hand. At this moment she threw the book aside — prising her cunt lips open, simultaneously massaging her button.

I willed her to look my way, tapping the head of my dick.

Glistening with lust, its single eye glared up at me.

Then I saw her glance over — a flicker of acknowledgment as she inserted two fingers into her sodden slit.

Our eyes now locked, I could not hold back. Urgently, my hand went to work — thumb stroking my knob as the digits squeezed the shaft.

Hungrily, her cunt sucked in her fingers.

Responding, my cock swelled with blood pulsing against the tightness of my hand.

Her mouth curved into a smile seducing my balls into action. I exhaled, eyes retreating behind their lids as my dick spat over my hand and trousers.

Looking up, she wriggled onto her fingers, moaning, and fell back onto the bed.

In a trance I watched her become still, not wanting to break the spell.

A minute passed. Then she got up and walked towards the window, meeting my gaze.

The echo of my heart, pounding with anticipation, filled my ears.

Placing one hand on the pane in front of my face, she closed the curtains with the other.