1. Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 4


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

    some items from the top cupboards there’s a ‘step up’ in there. If you can also do a little drying for me first, I’ll show you what I need.” She was referring to contents of the kitchen cupboards and not of his tight trousers, though she would have liked to. She glanced down again as he passed. Yes a definite bulge and a nice tight pair of buttocks divided by a tidy seam. It reminded her of the birch cuttings, which he had stacked near the Chester household back door. ‘They definitely needed attention.’ She sniggered to herself, surprised again at how aroused she felt and reddened. It was all so new and so inappropriate, in his case. He was drying the last plate when she came into the kitchen, a few minutes later. “I just have to lay out some food for the lunch we have today… they are in these boxes and I need some more plates from the high level cupboards, just the job for a nice athletic young man.” He reddened slightly. “Top cupboard, over the cooker,” she directed, and Jon did as he was told. Jon lifted the ‘step up,’ moved its light metal frame and steadying himself, climbed to the top. Dorothy looked over at him and again automatically her eyes dropped down his length and then across his length! ‘God, he is still erect, nice. I wonder why he wasn’t embarrassed, perhaps he didn’t realize that he was so ‘outstanding,’ she thought. “Can I step on the worktop?” He asked glancing down at Dorothy. She was now looking under the sink for some more items. He hadn’t noticed ...
    before how open her white blouse was. Three, rather than two buttons, were undone. It revealed just enough of a pair of modestly sized, milky, breasts, supported by a white bra. This wasn’t helping he thought. He felt his already erect cock, slowly twitch back to complete rigidity, in his trousers, at the sight. “Yes as long as you’re careful,” she replied and came out from under the sink. She glanced down a little once more. His genitals were now at her head height. Under the bright ceiling lights they were shown in strong relief. She had to cough and look away, now it was her turn to flush. “Are you hungry? Do you like sausage roles Jonathan?” she asked innocently enough a few moments later. “I have made some beetroot and pork versions of the traditional, with a new light form of short pastry. They’re quite different. I got the recipe from a friend.” He looked down and saw her pull the top off a large square box and start to move her ‘creations’ out and on to a large dinner plate. Jon could not quite believe what he saw. They looked to him like some many partly erect penises. Maroon red beetroot and pork insides, partly covered with a light fleshy coloured skin of pastry. There was no other description. “They are quite chunky,” she said “I like to get my teeth into a large one, rather than nibbling on several small ones, so I make them bigger than the recipe says.” She said, not quite appreciating what her cooking had produced and how what she had just said simply made it worse ...
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