1. Gardening at Mrs Chesters Ch 3


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

    souls out in all weathers.” She picked up a piece of shortbread. She didn’t admit that she had seen Jonathan but continued, “There was a lad on a bike this morning in fact, even in those heavy showers. He looked like the weather didn’t trouble him at all,” said Linda. “I do think there’s something quite nice about driving along behind a fit young man on a bicycle; it sort of cheers me up,” she added. “What does it do for him?” asked Dorothy, surprised by what she had said. “Oh, he doesn’t know I’m there.” Linda laughed. “Oh, so you’re stalking him?” “I suppose I am.” She smiled dirtily. Dorothy wondered if it had been Jonathan whom she was referring to, though as she had never actually seen him cycling herself, she couldn’t be sure. Linda sipped her coffee quietly, now a little embarrassed by her own admission. Dorothy spoke about her week. After a while, the conversation paused. “So where is your new helper?” Linda asked, having tried to suppress her interest in his whereabouts for the last fifteen minutes. “He’s out in the back garden now it’s dried up a bit, come and see,” said Dot. Linda moved quickly, but not too quickly so as to give herself away, to the kitchen and then the window. “What’s he doing?” she asked, now moving to the sink and looking keenly out. “He’s behind the compost heap. Its jolly fortunate he’s available, as you might be surprised to know how good young men’s urine is to get a heap going.” “What? Is he peeing on it?” asked Linda loudly. “Well not ...
    quite, but he is going to bring his urine in with him each day, so I can pour it on. He’s started already.” Linda rolled her eyes. “That’s a new one. Another one of Dorothy’s crazy ideas,” she thought. “Can I pop out and see what’s new?” Linda asked after few more minutes, hoping that Jon would come into view. She was trying not to be too obvious that she simply wanted to lech. Dot didn’t answer as she was now fiddling with the oven and the scones, so Linda just slipped outside. “Where is he?” she thought. It didn’t take long. As she went through the rear garden gate, her search was rewarded with a sight for sore eyes. A firm bottom presented itself to her view. It was contained, but only just, within tight white poly cotton shorts. Below it was the same pair of taught thighs she had seen earlier. With his feet placed about eighteen inches apart, he was bending right over and pulling hard. Linda glanced down between his legs. There, just where she had hoped there would be, was a small but equally rewarding bulge. She sighed silently before speaking. “Hello, Jonathan. How are you?” She watched as he straightened and turned slowly. “Oh, hello,” he said, surprised, but he didn’t recognize her from his travel earlier that day. He was gorgeously flustered. He stared at Linda and then sneezed hard, twice – a sure sign of being aroused she thought. “What are you up to?” “Uh, err ,working on Aunty Dorothy’s garden.” I bet she would love him to work on her front garden too, she thought to ...
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