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The Gardener

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Watching always helps me more


When I lived at home and was still in school, I can remember we had a gardener who would come round once a week on Fridays. He wasn't a young man, but a gentle soft spoken older type and a great help to my mar. We had a large back garden, mainly grass,flowers,fruit trees,and shrubs.

Friday was a great day for me, school finished for the week, and our gardener came round to cut the grass, and I had an someone to talk to. We always chatted away about something or other, and it looked like he enjoyed it as he was always smiling. It was a time I will always remember the start of the long summer.

I was talking to him while he was near the swing I was sitting on and all of a sudden we had a thunder storm and we dashed for the shed. There was not a lot of room with the tools inside so there we were, close together laughing at each other, but out of the rain. My breasts were sticking to my shirt and I looked down and could see them pointing out and so could Stan our gardner! He gave me his jacket and said it was best to nip to the house and change, while he stayed to sharpen some tools. I said I'd bring him a cup of tea.

I was in my bedroom drying off from near the window, where I could see into the garden shed and could see Stan who looked like he was sharpening some tools, but it looked like he had his trousers and pants halfway down and was masturbating! This looked very exciting to me. He was looking around rubbing his cock looking out of the window watching the backdoor. I watched him for a while enjoying himself, then moved closer to the bedroom window and waved the towel around drying my breasts to catch his attention as I walked by the window. Looking from the side of the blind I had another good look at him wanking away and started to finger myself, coming just after he did. It was an amazing first sight of a man. I remember taking him his jacket and tea afterwards just as if nothing had happened. But I looked at our gardener in a different way after that day, and as I sat on my swing in the coming months I wondered if he was really sharpening the garden tools while he was watching from the shed.



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