MILF SEDUCED GARDENER DURING QUARANTINE (2)
Sufficiently cooled, I made my way downstairs to start my day. The world around me was eerily quiet. The complete stillness out of the windows drew my attention.
I couldn’t stop myself from standing behind the glass, staring out at the empty street.
For just a moment, I wanted everything to feel like it was back to normal. I wanted to feel safe. Having a strong, handsome man wrap his arms around me would have been the perfect way to spend this quarantine.
Standing at the window, I wished that a man would just happen by and stop in front of my home. I imagined myself rushing out into the driveway and waving him down, begging him to come inside.
I could picture his body, his muscles rippling beneath his taut, stretchy clothes—his rounded shoulders, his sculpted pecs, his bulging thighs and slim waist. The perfect man and the perfect body, waiting there for me so I could let my hands explore every inch of him.
It took me a moment to realize I’d been washed away with the fantasy. My chest was heaving and sweat was starting to cover my body again, but this time it wasn’t from the heat…
It was from the boiling hot blood that had rushed to my pussy. I could feel it pulsing down there, engorged and ready for cock. I put my hand on my chest, feeling my heart thudding against my rib cage, and forced myself to take a couple of deep breaths.
This fucking quarantine, I cursed. It’s ruining my life.
It had been so long since I had ventured outside, so long since I’d hooked a man and brought him back to my home, so long since I’d been able to have my way.
All I wanted was a little affection, someone to hold me so close I could hear the beats of their heart. Someone to shove their dick inside me and give me unending, euphoric orgasms that made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
That wasn’t too much to ask... was it?
Movement in the corner of my vision piqued my interest. It had been so long since I’d last seen someone outside that it felt a little bizarre.
I instantly looked over and was surprised to see my gardener’s truck parking at the end of my driveway, blocking my car in.
Frowning, I peeked through the curtains and watched him. He was collecting his things in the cab, slowly preparing to come out. I could see his long, wavy brown hair blowing in the air con.
He must have been at least twenty years my junior. To me, it looked like he’d finished college, but I could have been wrong. He was of drinking age, at least. More than once he’d told me tales of his bar hopping and one night stands.
What a tease he was. Didn’t he know how delicious these young men were to an older woman such as myself? Sometimes, when I was alone and bored at night, I would picture his face as I touched myself.
He was the perfect specimen.
It didn’t help that I watched him sweating in my yard, his thick, bulging muscles glistening with sweat as he raked and mowed and planted.
At that moment, I realized I wanted him to plant something in me. I wanted him, and he was right there, ready for the taking.
It only took a moment to glance down to my body to remind myself what I was wearing. A skimpy little outfit that barely covered my precious areas.
I knew that as soon as I stepped outside, my nosy neighbors would gobble up the sight of me. I would be the talk of the street for months to come, the gossip slowly making its way across gardens and front yards,
spread through six foot gaps.
But now wasn’t the time to be thinking of those boring people, stuck in their homes with their families. Now was the time to be thinking about me and my needs.
I stayed at the window, watching him carefully. He slipped out of his truck and slowly trudged to the bed, reaching over the side to collect his tools. He was only wearing a dark t-shirt but I could see his muscles through it, clenching and releasing as he lifted the strimmer over the edge of his truck.
My breath caught in my throat. Christ, he looked so stunning, even with the little sweat patch that was growing on the base of his back. I knew that it would be even bigger before long, and then he would lift that shirt off his body…
A shiver shot down my spine. I knew what he had hiding beneath there, I’d seen it many times before as he tended to my garden. Soon, I would have that body all to myself.
There was nothing else for me to do. There was nowhere else for me to channel all of my unused sexual energy. It needed to be released... and I’d chosen him.
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