1. Gardening at Mrs Chesters


    Date: 11/13/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: schoolmrs, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Jonathan, or ‘little Jonny,’ as he was affectionately known, even though he was now eighteen, was on holidays from college and desperate to earn some cash. As it happens, his mother had been chatting to Dorothy Chester recently, and she started to describe the plans she had for improvement of the big garden at the Chester family home. When she mentioned needing some help to get started, his mother immediately thought of Jonny's need to earn, as well as her desire to get him out of the house from under her feet. There was the little matter of getting over from their home some eight miles away, but it was Spring, the days were getting longer, and he was quite happy to start and end the day with a cycle ride. It would help with his general fitness too, she thought, and reluctantly, he agreed. He arrived at 9.30 am at the Chester house on the Wednesday for his first day’s work. He turned up the front path, dismounted and locked up his bike by the front door. As he approached the door bell to the house, the inner porch door opened, and a smiling Dorothy Chester came out. She leant across to open the outer door. He knew her, but not very well. “Hello Jonathan,” she said. “How was your ride?” “Oh not bad,” he mumbled in his teenage way. “It took about fifty minutes.” “That’s quick it’s quite a way isn’t it ?” she asked. He entered the hallway and closed the inner door behind him. “Not really, I like to keep my speed up”, looking around the room and at Mrs. Chester. Dorothy glanced ...
    at the lad, small for his age but nearly as tall as her, lithe, slim and fit as far as she could tell. “Well you look like a fairly athletic young man to me,” she said, smiling again. She strode into the kitchen. Jonathan was dressed in his proper road cycling gear, polyester compound tee shirt, shorts and short socks, all light yellow, with black cycle shorts. “Do you have some gardening clothes with you?” She asked him. “Oh I knew there was something I had forgotten to bring,” he said in anguished tones. Dorothy smiled. “Typical teenage boy,” she thought, “an airhead and unable to concentrate on more than one thing at once.” “Not to worry you can borrow some of the boys’ old clothes, I am sure they will have something that will fit you. I will have a look upstairs. What would you like to drink?” She asked. “Some juice would be good,” he said enthusiastically. “Alright well help yourself from the fridge. Now what size are you ?” she asked as she was leaving the kitchen. She glanced up and down at him. “Thirty inch waist I think.” “What about your chest ?” “Thirty- six may be,” he guessed. “I will go and find something for you,” she said. She looked over him again and went upstairs, whilst he gulped back the juice. In the boys’ clothes’ wardrobes, she took a look. She returned to him in the kitchen in a couple of minutes, with a long sleeved shirt and shorts. “I expect you might get warm, so you will probably find these the most comfortable. You can change up in our room, or ...
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