Kenny Higgins was a
civil engineer and had been working away in Oman for three months and had
returned home to Childean to stay at his parents’ house to catch his breath and
recharge his batteries before he returned to Muscat for his next 3-month stint
away.
His parents were away
in Portugal for a couple of weeks, so he had the house to himself which was
perfect.
He was completely
knackered and was understandably looking forward to a few days of nothing very
much at all before his friends realised, he was home and an endless round of
frenetic activity of sports bars and long boozy lunches, clubbing and the
pursuit of gratuitous sex.
Well, you know what
they say about “best laid plans”, absolutely pointless when fate takes a hand.
Things began to go
wrong at the break of day on his first night in his own bed, when a crack of
thunder almost blew him out of it, and then the storm rumbled round for hours
after that, making sleep nearly impossible, he would just drift off and then
CRASH and he was wide awake, then things would calm down and he would begin to
dose and then CRASH and his eyes were wide open again.
He gave up after the 9th
or 10th time and got up and went downstairs for coffee.
The storm raged on for
another hour or so but when it finally petered out, he decided not to go back
to bed and pottered around the house instead, spending the first few hours of
his well-earned respite doing housework.
He had been home for
less than 24hrs and couldn’t believe how much mess he had made.
About midmorning the
sun came out so he thought he might as well take a walk down to the pub and
make his presence known to his friends, so Kenny went upstairs to shower and
shave.
He arrived back
downstairs half an hour later and had just picked up his keys when something in
the garden caught his eye, just on the edge of the patio and she was bent over
a wheelbarrow.
“Very nice” he said to
himself as he took advantage of the view up her skirt.
“Oh, very nice indeed”
he said as to his absolute delight she reached for something at the other end
of the barrow and in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg
shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her
left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her
fleshy cheeks.
He put his keys down
on the table and sat in the conservatory to get a better look and could discern
the wisps of pubic hair against the pink of her knickers.
To his enjoyment the
girl stayed bent over the barrow for a minute or so with one naked buttock on
show and then she stood up.
And after ungloving
her hand she lifted her skirt and slowly extracted her knickers from her bum
crack.
When she was stood up,
he could see she was quite tall with long thigh chestnut hair but other than
that there was no clue as to her identity.
It wasn’t anyone he knew;
he was certain of that.
The mystery gardener
then walked to the side of the wheelbarrow and leant over it again, this time
presenting him with a side view of her.
The thick chestnut
hair obscured her face but then he wasn’t really looking at her face as her
large unrestrained breasts fell forward and filled her top and offered him a
sizable taster though the armhole of her vest.
He thought for a
moment that apart from her work boots and socks the rest of her apparel wasn’t
really vocation appropriate, a vest top, short skirt, and scanty knickers, not
that he was complaining, he was just enjoying the show.
And as a result, his
cock was hard and his balls had begun to ache as he stared at every inch of the
horny gardener except for her face but he was beginning not to care about that
as he was thinking he would need to go and knock one out, or he would just
cream his pants.
Which was the point
that she stood up and turned towards him and smiled.
And he did know her,
it was Millie Stevens, his first ever girlfriend, not that she had looked as
she did then when he tried to get into her schoolgirl pants.
He stood up and opened
the door and walked uncomfortably toward her.
“Hi Millie” he said,
“what are you doing here?”
“This is what I do”
she replied “I’m a gardener by profession”
“You’re not dressed
like a professional gardener” he retorted
“It’s my day off”
“What?”
“Your mum called and
told me you were home” she said as she walked towards him
“So, I thought I’d
come round and get you interested in the gardener”
Kenny said nothing but
swallowed hard as she put her hand on his arousal and added
“I’m thinking I
succeeded”
“Definitely” he
replied
“Well, are you going
to invite me in?” she said and kissed him “or do I have to do all the work”
“Well put like that”
he said “come in”
And led her by the
hand inside and there they stayed as he spent the first three days of his
R&R with the buxom gardener doing everything but rest and relax.
In fact, R&R for
them was rutting and rogering, he even had the chestnut haired gardener on the
patio bent over her wheelbarrow in the moonlight.
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