The Gardener Goes Down
On a hot and sultry afternoon, Marley is reaching boiling point. She's moved to a big old house with an overgrown yard, and she's also desperate to get laid. When Blake turns up on the doorstep, he seems like the answer to both her problems, as he takes her on a ride she'll never forget.
Advisory: This steamy erotic short story contains graphic sexual material and is not suitable for under-18s More
Marley's just moved into a new house after splitting with her boyfriend and she's desperate to get laid, as well as solving the practical problem of what to do with her overgrown yard. When a mystery gardener turns up on her doorstep, it seems like both her prayers are about to be answered. Temperatures rise all around in this scorching hot erotic short story (3,500 words).
Advisory: Contains graphic sexual material. Unsuitable for under-18s.
He smiled at her, slowly letting his eyes wander over her, taking in her curves and the way her clothes clung to her. She normally hated it when guys checked her out like that, but he was different. As he undressed her with his eyes, she felt as though his hands were running over her body, and she shivered, despite the heat.
He put down his tools and loped over to the verandah, sitting down next to her on one of the steps.
She opened each of them a beer.
Their bare arms were six inches away from each other, but she could feel the animal heat radiating from him and his musky male scent was thick in her nostrils.
He took a swig of beer, tipping his head back, and she saw the muscles in his throat move hungrily.
She couldn't help it. She reached out and touched his forearm.
She felt a shockwave go through her as he turned to look at her with pure, unbridled desire in his black eyes.
And then, suddenly, somehow, his hands were in her hair and he was kissing her hungrily. She parted her lips and kissed him back, opening her mouth so his tongue could move inside and writhe around hers. His arm slid around her back and pulled her towards him so she could feel the hardness of his body pressing against her.
His flesh was hot and wet and she could feel her T-shirt becoming damp where their bodies were entwined.
His lips brushed across her cheek and his hot breath was in her ear, and then he was kissing her face and her throat, and his hand slid up her T-shirt, cupping one of her full breasts with his callused workman's hands.
His fingers moved inside her bra and he squeezed her nipple with his sweat-slick fingers. It hardened under his touch and she gasped as she felt her body respond to him.
His hand left a streak of mud on her white T-shirt, but that was the last thing on Marley's mind. He had his hand on her leg now, and it moved up the inside of her thigh, slick with her sweat and her own juices.
His fingers worked inside her panties, and when they found the sweetness of her hot, wet cleft, he groaned.
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