1. Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 4


    Date: 10/2/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: schoolmrs, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    Sunday morning and Jon was just nearing the clubhouse. He was on his bike, in his cycling gear. He had hoped to get in early and combine exercise with the trip, but he was late. He slunk in through the side gate and dismounted. He had Dot’s watch with him, and it was safe in his shorts and cinched up to give him a good feeling, whilst he cycled. He imagined it as Mrs. Chester’s thumb and forefinger clasping him, constantly. He dismounted. There were two cars already there and one was Mrs. Chester’s. He tried the back door, it was open and he entered. There was someone in the clubhouse kitchen, but he passed and went into the small side room to change. He closed the door. Whoever was in the kitchen was humming loudly, it sounded like Mrs Chester. He did need to return the watch, but was waiting for the right opportunity. He eased off his top and opened his cycle bag. He pulled out his carefully rolled dark blue trousers and white shirt. He was sweaty, but the shower in the main changing rooms was broken, he just pulled the shirt on. As he was buttoning it up someone approached the door and heard him inside. “Hello?” It was Dorothy. “Oh hello Mrs Chester.” “Jonathan?” “Yes I was just changing, hold on.” “Oh?” “Yes I came in on my bike. I will only be a minute.” Dot’s imagination went off…. She wondered what she might have seen if she hadn’t knocked. “Oh okay, only I need a couple of things from in there. Don’t be long.” He eased off his shorts, proper cyclists don’t wear ...
    underwear, but that meant he needed to pack a set for when he changed, only as usual, he had forgotten to. He did however admire the watch clamped around his cock and balls. It was slackening a little so reaching down he cinched it up a hole. He pulled on his blue trousers – slim fit - bought a couple of years ago and reflected that he did need to get some more when he had earned some money, and when he remembered to of course. They were rather tight, but with no under pants he would have a little more ‘breathing’ space. He pushed his cycle clothes into his bag and slung it to one side. Now he had to go to the gents for a quick play, just so he could create a little more space in there; of course, no other reason. Having noticed the watch again and encountered her already, albeit the other side of a door, there can be no guesses who he would thinking about, while he busied himself. Dorothy heard him leave the side room and came back. She saw his bag immediately. It was open. She paused, but couldn’t resist a quick look. She reached in quickly and found his shorts still warm and sweaty from cycling. She picked them out and sniffed them inquisitively. They smelt of hot sweaty boy. Looking inside, there was no staining. This was becoming a habit she thought and smiled to herself. She put them back. The she focused on the work she had to do, to keep the clubhouse in order. She picked up the bucket and other cleaning materials from the cupboard in the corner of the room. She would start ...
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