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Gardening at Mrs Chesters Ch 3

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

herself. She eyed him up and down. Perhaps a trim and some tidying? May be some watering and cleaning out with a wet tongue, his wet tongue - dirty cow. She smiled inwardly and wondered if anything had ‘happened’ yet. “So how long have you been doing this?” “About two weeks now.” “Oh well, I might have some work for you too. My front garden could do with working over.” Something she knew to be true and as she said it she felt a little trickle through her bushy locks. “I’d like to add a water feature too.” She almost laughed at her own cheekiness. God this young god was turning her on. “Show me what you’ve done then.” He turned and started talking and pointing. He could have talked and pointed all he liked, but she wasn’t listening to him. She was simply looking; at him. At this delicious, young man. She hadn’t noticed him in his earlier years at the club, but he had definitely ‘come of age’. He must be eighteen or nineteen plus by now. He was slim, but he was so fit. All that lovely cycling, she supposed. She felt another gentle trickle of juice through her undergrowth. It was no good, she needed to go and mop up. “Well, I’ll leave you to it for now and let you get on.” And then, before she turned, she was rewarded with the sight of him bending over once more. “How is he getting on Linda?” asked Dot as Linda came back inside. “Busy, busy,” she said smiling. “I could do with some help at my place actually.” “Well, hands off. You’ll need to find your own gardener, mine is ... taken!” Dot laughed. “I bet he is,” thought Linda. She wondered if Dot’s hand had found its way onto him yet. “And I have interest from another neighbour too,” added Dot defensively. Linda had to chuckle as she thought, “All these dirty middle aged women like herself trying to get their needs satisfied. None of them are really talking about gardening, even if they didn’t realize it themselves!” Linda visited the cloakroom to attend to herself, and then both women went back to the front room. Linda brought out her folder and they began to study the details of the event that they were planning. An hour passed. Linda heard the hall clock chime. “I expect Jonathan will be in need of sustenance,” said Dorothy, looking to her bare left wrist. “Oh, do you have the time, Linda? I’ve left my watch somewhere and I can’t find it, I’ve never lost it for this long before.” “Don’t worry, we all have our ‘senior’ moments. It's just gone one.” Linda heard the back door open and a voice, Jon’s, call out hopefully. “Hello, Mrs Chester, hello?” “I think its Jonathan calling,” said Linda, fidgeting slightly and trying not to get up. “Oh, okay, just bear with me a few minutes. I said I would get him some lunch. You can wait here, Linda, and take a look at my list. I won’t be long.” Dorothy was up and out to the kitchen. Linda waited a couple of minutes more and then, thinking of a suitable excuse, got up and joined them. Jonathan was sat on a high stool, his left leg up and his bare foot on the front ...