I’m a gardener. At least, that’s what I tell people after I stumbled onto this job last year. I really do tend the gardens plus all the grounds, the pool, and the outbuildings. But boy, when I discovered the “other duties as assigned”, that’s when things really became interesting.
I work for a husband and wife. I have no idea what either of them do for a living. I don’t think it’s a huge secret, but it’s just nothing that ever came up in our conversation. The wife, Ms. Suze, is my main boss. She’s the one who lets me know when there is anything particular needing to be done, and she’s the one who pays me. They pay me in cash, which I like. A lot. The husband, Mr. Nick, is super nice as well but doesn’t really talk with me much. They give me two days off every week, and I get to pick which days. Like I said, super nice. As long as I work hard, they treat me very well.
Within a couple of months, I began to notice the really interesting part. Once in a while they have guests stay for a few days, sometimes during the week and sometimes just on weekends. Sometimes it’s just for an evening. The guests can number anywhere from one person to three or four couples. On occasion, it’s all men, and on occasion all women. I didn’t notice anything odd about it at first.
One Saturday morning I was pruning some trees, and I was pretty high up in one big oak fairly close to the house. As I was resting for a minute, I glanced over and saw Ms. Suze, partially clothed, leaning over the rail on the balcony, with someone, not her husband, right behind her. I literally did a double-take, because it was obvious that he was fucking her from behind. And not just quietly, but really pounding her.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, especially Ms. Suze. Ms. Suze is well-endowed, tall, and athletic, with shoulder-length auburn hair and deep brown eyes. Her back was arched, her eyes were unfocused, and her hands gripped the rail tightly as he literally pounded his cock into her pussy. She shuddered and jolted forward every time he thrust. I could see her breasts swaying under a loosely-buttoned men’s dress shirt. I watched as she pushed herself back onto him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. I could hear the wet slapping sound every time her pussy and ass met the base of his shaft, and she began to moan and grunt, louder and louder, until the man finally came, his fingers digging into her muscled hips, grinding her pussy onto his exploding cock.
Exhausted, they rested there for a minute until he pulled out. Cum dripped off of his glistening engorged shaft and down her thighs. She scooped a trail of cum from between her legs and raised her fingers to her mouth, sucking them one by one as she looked over to the corner of the balcony. Only then did I notice her husband, Mr. Nick, sitting off to one side, having watched the entire thing.
Coming out of my trance, I found myself with a huge erection, and I was glad to have the tree as cover. I thought about Mr. Nick watching his wife with another man, thinking they must have a very close relationship for him to allow her to take pleasure in other men like that. Ms. Suze is a lucky woman, I thought to myself. After that day I watched the comings and goings of the guests with much keener interest.
The following month I made sure to be paying more attention to the balconies, and I was disappointed not to catch a repeat performance from Ms. Suze. In fact, I was unable to see or hear anything like that at all for several weeks. I had decided I was out of luck and would have to satisfy my curiosity in some other manner. The flower boxes needed some work, and one Sunday morning I was outside one of the guest rooms on the patio off the back walkway, preparing the boxes for a fresh set of plants.
The curtains in the room suddenly opened, and I saw a gorgeous blonde woman just turning away from the window. She had curly blonde hair, was of medium height, and the hem of her nightie stopped just shy of the bottom of her ass – which, by the way, was cute, tight, and swayed temptingly as she walked to the bathroom and disappeared from view. The sky was cloudy, and I could see clearly into the bedroom.
I shook my head, smiling ruefully. I would have liked to have seen more of her. Before I turned back to the flowers, movement in the room caught my eye again. This time, the woman was standing between the foot of the bed and the window, facing the window. She was looking right at me, her big blue eyes staring straight into mine. Caught, I flushed and started to turn away, but she held up her hand and I stopped.
Her eyes held mine, and she began to move her hands over her body; she let her fingers wander – searching, cupping, stroking, showcasing her curves. She sank into the pleasure of self-touch. I couldn’t believe it! She slipped her nightie up and off, leaving only pretty blue panties. Her breasts were of average size, white inside the tan lines, firm with stiff nipples like pink erasers. She cupped a breast with one hand while her other hand moved down over her panties, lightly brushing over her mound. I couldn’t help it. I started to get hard. The bulge in my jeans was uncomfortable, and I had to shift my cock to one side. She smirked a little at that and arched her back, posing for me. I checked her room, thinking maybe someone else would be in there, watching, but I saw no one.
She backed up and sat on the bed, sliding a finger under her panties. I saw her eyes roll back as she found her wet center. She lay back on the bed and tugged her panties off. To my surprise, she brought them to her face and inhaled deeply, her finger again finding the inside of her trimmed pussy. Tossing her panties aside, she looked straight at me and began stroking herself in earnest. She raised an eyebrow. I looked around and thought to myself, “Why not?” I unzipped my jeans. We were alone, and it wasn’t likely anyone would wander onto this path this morning.
So, I like to go commando, and sometimes I wear a cockstrap. I like how it accentuates the bulge, and it feels sexy. I was wearing one that day, a wide black leather strap with silver snaps. This time it was her eyes that got wide, and I moved closer to the window, my meat hefting in my right hand.
Watching each other, watching, was a huge turn-on for me, and I was so hard my cock seriously ached. She moved her hands all over her body, sensuously, her face telling a story of lust and desire, and I stroked myself lightly, not trusting myself to be able to hold off coming. She turned herself sideways on the bed, now, so that I could see her whole body. She began pinching her nipples and circling her pussy faster, sometimes just mashing her finger hard on her clitoris, sometimes just lightly stroking while she trembled from trying not to cum. I was inches from the window. My breath condensed on the glass in front of me, blurring my view. Her fingers grew more urgent now, not holding back. Her hand clamped down tight on her pussy and she began to buck, her belly spasming and her thighs quivering while the orgasm rode her body. It seemed like an hour to me.
As her shaking subsided, her breasts rose and fell, slowing as her breathing returned to normal and she again looked my way and rolled into her side, propping her head up with her hand to watch. I had tried to slow my own impending orgasm, but now the slower I stroked the more it seemed to fuel the fire, and I came quickly, shooting long streams of pent-up cum splattering on the window to smear, ooze, and drip. I sent five or six hard jets of cum, the woman watching without moving except to lick her lips when I was done. Then she sensuously moved off of the bed and strolled out of view. I guess I’d have to wash the window later.
Catching my own breath, I folded my semi-hard dick back in my jeans and turned to finish my work and almost had a heart attack, for there was Ms. Suze leaning nonchalantly up against a tree, watching me. My face turned a deep red and I started to walk towards her, forming an apology in my head, but she abruptly turned and walked away. Even though I had been just caught red-handed, I admired the taut curves of her ass and legs in her tight jeans.
Seems like watching was the thing around here. I sighed. I was pretty sure I was going to be sacked later. I finished up what I was doing and tidied the place up, taking in the lovely and extensive grounds. I really enjoyed this job and was just hoping I would be able to leave without getting reported to the police.
To be continued:)
