1. Gardening at Mrs Chesters Ch 3


    Date: 11/20/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: schoolmrs, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    because of the height of the window. Then reaching down he pulled his top up to mop his face. That move delighted her. It was now clear he wore nothing underneath his sweatshirt. She was granted an unobstructed view of a flat, smooth toned stomach. She noticed a slight trace of damp fuzzy hair above the top of his tight, black cycling shorts, at the front. “Gosh,” she mused, “what I would give to touch that.” She carried on staring whilst he wiped his face. The lights changed again, but for Linda they changed too soon. Just as quickly he dropped the top down, leant forward on the bars and was ready to move off when she did. She looked again, admiring the view. “Mmmmmm.” A sharp horn blast from the white van behind her brought her attention back to her driving. Disorientated by his looks, she panicked. The car lurched forward and stalled. Another horn blast from white van man. Fumbling to restart her car, she was still half watching the cyclist as he eased pass her. She had the car moving again, but now only to see his tight swaying backside disappear into the distance as he headed off for a side street. After a little recreational shopping, Linda continued her journey. The weather had cleared, and in a few minutes she arrived at Dorothy’s. She was there for morning coffee and to discuss their plans at the club. She parked and collected a bag from the boot. Slamming it down, she walked towards the front door. You might imagine then her surprise when there, propped against ...
    the front wall, was a jet black slim line bicycle. It looked familiar, very familiar. Then she realized it was the one she had seen earlier that day, the same one that the rather toothsome youth had been on, last seen peddling away on. “Hmmm,” she thought. “What a strange thing. What a delightful co-incidence,” she murmured to herself. She rang the bell. From the other side of the porch a grinning and apron wearing Dot appeared. “I’ve just put the scones in the oven, this morning. They should be ready soon” “Hello, Dorothy, I see you’ve got a new bicycle,” said Linda, indicating the bike. “Oh no, that’s not mine. I haven’t ridden a bike in ages. That’s Jonathans.” Linda’s mind was whirring. “Who was Jonathan?” she thought. “You remember him? He’s a lot bigger these days. Now he wants to earn some money,” Dorothy explained. Linda’s mind hadn’t stopped whizzing. Suddenly the penny dropped. She realized that the boy on the bike earlier had been none other than Jonathan, son of a mutual friend at the club. Now she was intrigued. She went in determined to steer the conversation around to him. The coffee was ready in the front living room and they sat down. “Sorry I’m late, Dorothy, only I was a bit pushed in the downpour, the weather has been so bad.” She took a sip. “I know what you mean. The traffic in town has been horrendous. People stop walking and start driving everywhere as soon as there’s a bit of rain,” said Dorothy “Well, yes, but not everyone. There are still a few hardy ...
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