Gettin Dirty With The Gardener

IMG_1273My husband always sits on the bench by the door when he takes his gardening boots off. I usually hand him a cold glass of water and delight in the trickles and drips that run down his bushy beard, wetting his nest of chest hair. Seeing the whorls of dark wet hair suddenly dampened my underpants. Before he knew what was happening, I had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his soft cock. It was warm and sticky with sweat. I squeezed the head, pulling my sticking fingers away sharply. He moaned each time I did it. He grew with each squeeze of my fingers. When he was hard, I slid my sharp tongue around the corona of his glans, tonguing his sensitive pearly bumps. He groaned with each pass of my tongue. Whispering that I was setting his thighs on fire. I squeezed his head again, freshly wet from my mouth. I drew his cock out, like pulling taffy, pinching harder as he grew harder. Fluid dripped from his tip and coated my fingers with silk. The pinching squeeze had a gained a down stroke and soon my slick fingers were sliding rapidly up and down his shaft, his cock slamming into my palm.

Between urgent breaths, he moaned in his baritone, “Put your mouth on me Baby.”

I slid my tongue around and around and around his corona, until the pleasure was so intense that he begged me to stop. I drew my teeth over his cock head as I had with my fingers, all the while, softly but swiftly flicking his tip.

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“Hey Doll,” Edward said patting the bed next to him.

Moving his oxygen tube, Ginny sat on his bedside, holding his hand and smiled.

“I need..a tug..and a smoke.”

Ginny shook her head, cupping his face.

“I don’t think you are up for either, Love.”

“Up..isn’t the problem,” he said, revealing a raging erection.

“My!” she exclaimed.

“Think of it..as a dying man’s last wish.”

“You’re not dying today old man.”

“I’m dying..for a tug.. and a smoke.”

She laughed and touched his face, shaking her head. His eyes were soft and hopeful. They didn’t plead. Ginny’s smile faded. She leaned in and kissed his parched lips.

“I’ll do you one better,” she whispered, walking into the closet.

Moments later Ginny stepped out wearing only his crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned. She slipped into bed next to him. Pulled his heavy hand onto her breast.

“I remember these,” he smiled.

She held his hand in place and stroked his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her palm.

She slicked her fingers and curled against him, one hand between her legs, one between his, stroking. Breathing heavily in his ear. Their breathing deepened. She warmed a few drops of fluid in her hands again, stroking him to a shine. She straddled him and slid onto his cock, drawing an endless sharp breath between her teeth. Holding her breath.

“Is it ok?” he asked, very concerned.

“Stay still, stay still,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

Ginny exhaled several times, very deeply, very slow. There was a moan at the end of the last long breath. She rocked in his lap, imperceptivity slow. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic draw of oxygen into his nose and the little moans from her throat with each grind of her hips. She began sliding up and down his shaft. His neck was arched hard into his pillow. Her speed increased. He thrust into her, meeting her on the down-stroke. She cried out and collapsed on his chest.

“Ginny? Ginny?” he whispered, very concerned.

She growled, thrusting her hair back.

“Oh Eddy! Your dick, your dick, your fucking dick!”

She pressed her forehead to his, moaning in his face.

“God, I’ve missed this fucking dick!”

She sucked his tongue as he slowing pressed inside her.

Perching high above him again, she fingered her clit as he pinched her proud nipples.

“Faster…Please!” he gasped, “I’m bursting inside.”

“Wait for me, Love,” she said, rubbing her clit.

She worked him into a quick sweat. His breathing short and wheezing. Suddenly he stopped, mind-breath, squeezing her thighs with his hands until his knuckles turned white. She felt him burst, hot and slick inside her.

Ginny moped his brow, neck, and chest with a cool wet washcloth as his wheezing slowed. When he was calm Ginny laid beside him again, naked, pressing her body against his, then took out an old bag of tobacco and some rolling papers. The tobacco was dry but it would have to do. She poured a line on the paper then tidied it. Carefully rolled the cigarette down the middle of her breasts. She made sure he was watching when she licked the length of the paper and sealed the cig. She let him smell it then pinching in her pink lips, touched the tip with a struck wooden match. She waved the match out, sliding her breasts against his face to set the match on the bedside table. She touched her lips with two fingers, lazily holding the cigarette between. She drew a few short puffs. Smoke curled from her red lips in long white wisps. She pinched a leaf from her tongue. Then leaning back, showing her long neck, she drew the smoke into her mouth. The tip glowing orange. She pressed her moist lips onto his. Smoke drifted over his tongue, into his throat. He drew her in. Sucking every wisp of tobacco from her lungs, her mouth, her tongue. He sucked the whole cigarette from her lips, taking kisses with every draw.

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A Naked Chef

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IMG_0157Sean pushed through the side door into the mudroom, flipping through the mail Nick had left for him.

“Hey Honey!” said Sean, “You’re home early.”

“I have a surprise for you!” sang Nick from the kitchen.

“A surprise?” nick inquired reading his mail, “is it that amazing smell?”

“Why don’t you come in the kitchen and see?”

Sean walked into the kitchen reading a bank statement. Nick stood at the stove stirring a sauce, wearing only a black and white striped apron. His tight little butt facing Sean. Sean finally looked up.

“Oh!” said Sean.

“Surprise,” said Nick softly, “I’m your naked chef.” He smiled. “I’m not The Naked Chef. I’m not as dishy as Jamie.”

Sean smiled and walked up to Nick. Kissed him softly but deep.

“Oh, you’re plenty dishy,” whispered Sean.

Nick smiled and nuzzled Sean’s neck while Sean caressed his buttocks.

“What are we having for dinner?

“Big fat hot seared sausages!” said Nick.

Sean scrunched his face, “Really?”

“Chicken,” said Nick, “But it’s seared. Mimi had the best recipe on Manger today. Simple sexy, here it is. Pan-Seared Chicken Breasts with Spring Onions.”

“You and that Mimi.”

Nick held up a finger that then pointed at Sean.

“I love her. She’s so stylish. Her life is so full and rich. She’s like a French Audrey Hepburn but cooks like Julia Child.”

“Wow, that’s a hell of a statement.”

“You will never understand my love for Mimi.”

“What about your love for me? Isn’t this dinner for me?”

“It’s all for you Baby,” said Nick bending over.

Sean smiled and shook his head. Then he sauntered up to Nick and cupped his ass with two hands, then slid his hands up to the knotted apron strings. He untied Nick, sliding his hands up from the shelf of Nick’s ass to his neck, slipping the loop of the apron over his head. Letting it fall to the ground. Sean sucked on Nick’s neck, kissing his way down his chest.

“Tell me what you made for me,” said Sean snaking his tongue around Nick’s nipple, “Tell me very, very slowly what you did for me.”

“I took a chicken, and seared it in oil, in a hot, hot pan.”

Sean moaned, sucking on Nick’s nipple.

“I sliced a bunch of knob onions in half and braised them in stock.”

“What kind of onions?”

“Kno..ob!” Nicked moaned as Sean squeezed his cock.

Sean’s mouth slid a little quicker down Nick’s soft belly. His mouth poised hot in front of Nick’s cock.

“What’s in the pot?”

“A sherry and butter reduction sauce, with morels and porcinis.”

“Mmm, Fuck,” Sean moaned, sucking Nick’s hard cock into his mouth.

Nick ran his fingers through Sean’s hair, leaning against the counter, his head back, eyes closed. Suddenly his eyes opened.

“Babe! The sauce.”

Nick ran to the stove, stirred, and turned off the gas. He grabbed a small bottle of avocado oil from the pantry then pulled Sean from the floor as he whisked him to the living room. Nick tossed a blanket over the chaise and shoved Sean onto the blanket. He removed Sean’s pants and underwear quickly and opened his buttoned shirt. His tongue sucked the tip of Sean’s cock. Then he dripped a few drops of oil on it, rubbing it slowly at first but seeing that glistening cock made Nick hungry so stroked Sean with two hands, twisting up the shaft. Nick straddled Sean’s thighs and with a small application of oil on his own cock, squeezed their slippery cocks together with his hands. The super sensitive tips of their cocks rubbed together, sending shivers through both of them with each thrust. Nick thrusted as long as he could, then fell on Sean’s chest, sucking his nipple, and they stroked each other swiftly to the end.

“That was a delicious appetizer,” said Sean.”

“Wait until you see desert. It’s On me,” said Nick with a growl.

 

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Oiled Fingers

Whimpering, she writhes

When strong hand, he slides

Slick and slow and deep swirling, 

Spreading oil across tight skin

Pressing into stuck sinew

Too deep, she screams. 

The knot broken, she lay limp.

Eyelids like shades

Rolling down and up slowly

Oiled fingers draw glistening

Lines around her sides 

Cresting and receding upon her breasts

Like tendrilled waves, leaving shined lines

Running south like laced rivers

Oiled fingers meander

Merging in her moist coulee

Stirring a maelstrom in her warming waters.