The Gardener 

by 

A.H. Scott

(‘Household Help Is So Hard To Find’)


"Darling, do you have to go on this trip?", Paulette asked of her husband. In powder blue robe, she rubbed his bare shoulders in their bathroom. 
Slender man in his 40's with light blonde hair, smiled back at an eye pleasing spouse, "If I don't get this deal closed, then this grand estate won't be where we live, Paulette". 
Motioning hands off of his skin, Paulette laughed, "Do you think I care where we live, Robert?" 
Privileged to have an estate with stables, garden, and large swimming pool, Paulette wouldn't really wish for that poverty to come her way. 
Pecking her on the left cheek, he knotted tie and whispered into an ear, "Of course you do, babe". 
She walked him outside and to his car in only that silk bathrobe and a smile, "Come back soon". 
"Before your snatch dries, darling", Robert laughed and entered his car, "I'll be back, before you know I've been gone, Paulette". With that, the driver drove the master of this manor into the oncoming sunrise over Michigan.  
Paulette held the robe closed so that the household staff wouldn't get a peek at her tasty treat in the morning sun. 
Light brown hair, pulled back in a bun, gave this mistress of the manor a sense of refinement. Little did her friends in high society circles know what kind of carnal cat she was. 
Back inside, she walked upstairs to the master bedroom and tossed the robe onto the bed. 
Bare ass, bare breasts, were gazed at by Paulette in the floor length mirror. All alone she was. Or, so she thought. 
Esteban had been a gardener for her husband for several years. She'd noticed his muscular build and seductive smile since marrying Robert. (a woman would be dead between the lips, not to have been impressed) 
His moustache always reminded Paulette of a shoe brush, which she wouldn't be allergic to having company amongst her thigh area. Pity, it never happened for her to be fulfilled by a servant such as he. 
This morning, his task was to prune a large oak tree that slightly overhung the second story of this home. Esteban may have had a low position in the staff of this home. Yet, a certain object gave height to many things that morning. 
On a ladder propped against a window, his dark brown eyes got an unscheduled show from the lady of the house. 
Standing before that mirror, Paulette unpinned her hair and placed the bobbies onto the small nightstand. With those locks being loosened, it was time for another lock of this lady to be picked. 
A blue velvet chair that was directly next to the mirror was the location for some personal work upon Paulette. Sitting down, right leg went over the armrest. Self anticipation slowly arose within her, as her fingers dug for that glistening peach pit. 
Esteban watched this woman's actions and held onto the ladder with one hand. His other began to unzip the fly on those light denim jeans. 
If Paulette had known another were watching, she might not have been so free with herself. But, then again, it was a man she had been deeply attracted to. Although she loved her husband Robert, her pussy had a radar for Esteban's cock for many a night. 
Gardener freed his stick of satisfaction and gave himself a tune up. Paulette ran dripping fingers along her closed lips and lightly flicked tongue to taste herself, as she came. 
Esteban followed Paulette's passionate lead, as his brush matched the color of paint on the side of that mansion. The flow from him, nicely complimented the background of an off white color. His heart pounded, as he wished he could have done her.
Events at the estate went back to some sort of normality for a period of two days, when it became Paulette's vision that was filled with a gardener's motions. 
In the garden, a maid had been given the task of gathering some pink roses and yellow tulips. Lily's golden hair had always been braided and held in place with hairpins. 
Placing a few flowers into a small basket, she had been interrupted by a friendly face, "Esteban? What brings you to my neck of the woods?" 
"Such a lovely neck should be treasured", putting his rake against a small concrete bench, Esteban gave that smile of a yearning man. 
Placing her hand onto chest, Lily blushed, "You know exactly what to say to get me hot, baby". 
"Oooh, hot is just the beginning, sweetie", taking her hand and putting it against his pulsating python. 
A good fuck was about to begin. This time, it was Paulette that would be the outsider. 
Wondering what was taking her maid so long in delivering those roses and tulips into the kitchen, Paulette made a journey down to the garden herself. 
"Oh, Esteban!", bent over that bench, Lily was taking him inside with his leg atop of hers. Esteban's sweaty hands tried to hold this vibrant vamp in place. But, how could he, when she was moving all over the place. 
Finally, he held Lily in place and thrust in and out of this maid in a rough way, "Come on, bitch! Come for me! Come for Esteban!"
Paulette unbuttoned her white dress and touched herself with a fiery passion, while watching this lusty circus going on before those eyes. A white bra she wore, suddenly was unhooked and breasts were rubbed hard. Lace panties worn by the lady of the manor, went down to her ankles. And, there she was, Paulette going at herself while watching the gardener and maid fucking like wild dogs in the midday sun. 
Duo of fingers collected her orgasm, as the opposite hand covered a scream of joy from Paulette's mouth. She left the area without being seen. 
Lily's juicy tits were just a crumb of the pie that received Esteban's whipped topping. Maid's tongue licked all the excess from around that panting mouth of fire, "My pussy is on fire, because of you". 
"Well, my hose should have put you out, baby", pulling up his jeans and grabbing the rake, Esteban smiled at his partner in a lusty opera. "Thanks for the probe, baby", Lily's uniform was buttoned back up and the flowers in that basket were gathered. 
All went on during that day and night, as nothing ever happened out of the ordinary in this estate. (But, we know better. Don't we?)
In homage to that old Charlie Rich song, you never know what goes on behind closed doors. In this case, it's behind closed gates...........

- A.H. Scott