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Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 4

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

by giving the women’s toilets a quick ‘once over’. Jon was busy in the closet, cock and balls now out of the tight flies, in his trousers. He was busy playing with thoughts of Mrs. Chester and now Mrs. Crawley too. He knew her probably less than Dorothy, but she seemed genuinely interested in him, for a first time. He seemed to be getting older and becoming a recognized as an individual, rather than being the ‘son of’ his mother’. These two women in particular were treating him like an adult, and he liked it. With these thoughts in mind, it was’nt long of course, until he was stiff; very stiff. Sleeves rolled up to keep them clear, tie swaying too and fro, balls full and cock hard. He reached down and pulling is right hand back quickly, he peeled the tight skin back and revealed his shiny, swollen and dark red, mushroom head. Although he was trying to stay quiet he was gasping every now and then, from sheer excitement. Suddenly there was the sound of a clanging bucket against the mens’ toilet door. “Hello? Hello, it’s me. I just need to give the toilets a once over.” It was Dorothy. Jon managed to grunt an acknowledgement. “And I don’t have much time.” ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘I need to get off, but I know I’ll make a noise.’ Jon knew he couldn’t do it quietly and do it in less than two minutes; so cursing silently he realized he had to leave. Reluctantly he simply turned, opened the cubicle door and came out. She was already wiping down the sink. “Mrs. Chester, can I show you ... something?” She turned, looked at him and then down at his pronounced stiffness, protruding cheekily from his small unzipped flies. Her mouth fell open, and she looked back at his uncertain face. Then she acted decisively. She put down her cloth and reaching forward cupped his balls and gently squeezed them. Then, firmly grasping his cock, she slowly and methodically jerked him off into the urinal. She seemed to know instinctively the right hold, how firmly and the rhythm he liked the best, while she locked her eyes on his. She didn’t speak: And, he guessed, she would also like to get her watch back when she had finished milking him….. Another crash of the bucket outside the cubicle brought him back from his dream. He knew that if he did what he had just contemplated, she would be horrified, offended and disgusted. He would never hear the end of it from his mother and Mrs. Chester would probably never speak to him again. So instead, he packed himself, with difficulty, back inside his trousers. ‘God he didn’t realize how tight they were,’ he thought. “Sorry to hurry you Jonathan,” she said through the door. He flushed and zipped up. She watched him exit, as she reached into her bucket with her rubber gloves. She glanced sideways at his trousers and was interested to note a horizontal crease line. It wasn’t an ordinary crease more a bulge instead and it went almost to the edge of his trousers. ‘Wow.’ She thought quickly. “Oh can you help me in the kitchen please Jonathan? I need ...