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Garden Service
part 1
Charlie Thurston looked out over the garden while wiping his forehead with a piece of cloth. Two hours work had resulted in a mowed lawn, cleaned out pool and trimmed hedges. This was the second summer that Charlie spent his summer doing yard work as a summer job while attending college. First year with his own route and truck since last year he had worked alongside the owner of the company for a couple of weeks and then filled in spots where needed. But hard work paid of and this year he was left to pretty much his own devices and he had requested this neighbourhood based on the work he had done here last summer. After three weeks the route was already expanding with new customers. He looked over to the shade by the pool where the lady of the house, Mrs. Hayden, was laying in a large wooden deckchair with a sunhat over her face. At 46 she had a nice plump body with forms that evoked lurid thoughts. Charlie collected his things and called out to her.
- I'm done for now and will turn on the sprinklers now. I'll be back in an hour or two, OK? He got a drowsy mmm as a reply and the woman shifted somewhat in the chair. Charlie let his eyes roam over the plump figure and sighed silently to himself.
After loading up the gear in the truck, he took out his calendar and checked for the next stop. The Martins two doors down, a new client. Well this should be interesting. This family was a referral from Mrs. Ryan further down the street. In this uptown suburban part of town the referral was close to the only way of doing business. And the large houses all came with extensive gardens sheltered from view, both from the street and from the neighbours by using both planks and large hedges. The people in this part of town valued their privacy and therefore wanted to be sure about the hired help when it came to quality and discretion. Charlie was renowned for both which gave him more and more work, soon his schedule would be full and he would have to start turning turning down job offers.
Charlie moved the truck down two houses and went up to the kitchen entrance and knocked. A shapely brunette in her early forties opened the door. She wore a simple white floral print dress that went down to her ankles. In her simplicity she was a very beautiful woman.
- Yes? She asked in a soft tone.
- Charlie Thurstone of Hometown Gardening mam. I have an appointment to look over the garden and set up a schedule for the summer?
- Ah yes, but your early?
- Yes mam, I was done a little earlier than was expected over at the Hayden place. I still have to go back there in an hour or so, but that is only to finish of a few minor chores left. Might as well use the time here.
She smiled.
- Yes I suppose so, come in.
Charlie stepped into a large kitchen.
- Would you like something to drink perhaps? Soda, water or juice?
- Some water would be greatly appreciated, mam.
The brunette went over to the counter and filled a large glass with water from a bottle in the fridge.
- Here you go. By the way, I'm Paula Martin.
- Thanks.
- So, how do we do this then?
Charlie drank some water.
- Well, first we look over the garden and you tell me what you want done and how regular, then I try to fit you into my schedule so that we get as close as possible to your needs and wants.
Paula Martin's eyes fluttered for a second.
- Great, this way then.
She went over to another door on the large corner kitchen and went out on the decking on the back of the house where the large garden could be overlooked. Charlie went after her admiring her body moving under the dress.
The walked around in the garden for some twenty minutes talking over the needs of the garden. Charlie drew up a schedule and Paula Martin signed it and got a copy. Charlie then went to work with mowing the lawn that looked a little ragged. After about thirty minutes in the summer heat, he heard his name being called out from the decking by the house. He took of his cap and looked over. Paula Martin stood there, she held a large water glass.
- Would you like some water, Charlie? She asked in a raised voice.
- Thanks, that would be great.
- Come up here into the shade then.
She went over to the large parasol and the shade so Charlie walked up to the deck to join her. He saw that she had changed from her dress to a rather reveling bikini and had a large sarong draped over her hips. She handed him the water and when she noticed his gaze and blushed slightly.
- It's rather hot today, isn't it uncomfortable to work out in the sun? She enquired.
- Well. it is summer so the heat is expected, but a cloud now and then would be nice. The sun can really suck the energy right out of you.
- Yes I suppose it does. She looked out over the garden. You seem to do a great job of it though. Camilla said you were talented when she told me of your work.
Charlie startled a little, but didn't show it and his inner voice started singing. He had hoped for it ever since he saw her open the door.
- Oh?
Paula Martin avoided his eyes and fidgeted with her hands somewhat. She started to blush.
- She said you were quite handy to have around and knew what you were doing and that she never had a better .. um .. help around the house and ...
- That was where nice of her to say. He smiled at her awkwardness knowing in part what was coming next. He wondered just how much Camilla Ryan had told this brunette of the help he had given her around the house. Paula blushed some more and looked down in shyness.
- And I wondered if ...
- Yes?
- .. if ... well you see, I ... I ...
- You need some more help and don't know how to ask since "housework" isn't on the schedule?
She looked up at him still blushing.
- Yes. She answered in a low tone.
- I see. Camilla mentioned when she told me that you might need help with the garden that your divorced?
- Yes.
- How long has it been?
She bit her lip and looked out into the garden.
- Since your divorce that is.
- Um, seven months.
Charlie stepped closer to her and he could see her tense up. He placed a hand on her upper arm and felt her tremble slightly. She looked down again, her hair hanging forward obscuring her view.
- So what you need is some help to relax and get things of your mind for a while?
She didn't answer. He moved his hand and gently lifted her head with his finger under her chin so he could look into her eyes. A tear was forming, but her face didn't show fear or sadness, just a mournful silent longing in her eyes.
- Yes please. The voice was low and almost cracking.
- OK, let's see what we can do about that. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered to her. Let's go inside.
He placed the glass of water on the table and followed the clearly uncomfortable Paula Martin into her house.
- Where...? She asked without without finishing the question.
- That depends. Are you sure about this?
She stopped in the middle of the kitchen and then nodded with her back to him.
- What are you sure of?
She saw her tensing her back-muscles again. He needed to defuse the situation and help her to relax. He stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.
- Just tell me what it is you want. You will find it easier to think about it if you also say it out loud.
- I ...
- You need release and to get some of this tension out of your system, is that so?
- Yes, I ...
- Just tell me in your own words what you need.
- I ... she stammered and then fell silent for a second or two before she spun round and blurted out.
- I need you to make me feel loved again. I need to feel like .. like .. like a woman again. I need to feel a man inside of me. Happy?
He smiled at her and took her in his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. She tensed up for a split second, but then slowly weakened and then clasped her arms around him and returned the kiss. He whisperd to her
- Yes, I'm very happy with that. Let's go look at you bedroom shall we.
He let go of her and she reluctantly let go of him. This one has fire he thought.
- Lead the way, Paula.
She blushed again and then led him through the house and up to the second floor where the large master bedroom was overlooking the garden. A large king size bed stood against the opposite wall from the windows. The room was spacious and decorated in light colors. There was a door to what he presumed was a bathroom and a few other pieces of furniture as a toilet table with a large mirror and a heavy antique looking wardrobe that might just lead to a fairytale kingdom. With a hand on her shoulder he stopped her in the middle of the floor and turn her towards him. He embraced her, kissed her again and looked into her eyes and spoke softly.
- How much detail did Camilla go into when she recommended my "help"?
- Not much, she just said that you knew what you were doing and that I should trust you to get the most out of it.
- So nothing more than that?
- No? Should she have said any more?
- Perhaps, perhaps not, but the question is, do you trust me?
- I ... I don't know.
- Do you trust Camilla?
- Yes, I have known her for the better part of twenty five years. We met at college.
- I see, then if she says you can trust me, can you?
- Oh... yes, yes I suppose so.
- Good. Let's try that trust some what. Do you have a scarf to blindfold you with.
- Blindfold? I .. yes I have a scarf.
- Could you fetch it please?
She looked at him for a second, but made up her mind and went over to a large antique wardrobe and drew out one of the bottom drawers. Charlie noticed that the contents was largely that of scarfs, gloves and other accessories a well dressed woman might have. Paula selected a large silky looking scarf with a burgundy and gold pattern. She came back and with a hesitant motion handed it to Charlie. He took it and ran it through his fingers savoring the feel of the material.
- Now turn around please.
She turned around and he folded the scarf into a three inch wide band. He gently placed it over her eyes and tied it of with a knot at the back of her head. The scarf covered from the middle of her forehead down over the bridge of her nose. Paula shuddered a little as if she suddenly felt cold contrary to what the heat in the room would suggest. Charlie brushed her shoulder length hair over her right shoulder and kissed her soft left shoulder while he reached around and gently cupped ans squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top. He felt his loins stirring and whispered in her ear
- Nice, really nice. Let's see what's hiding under the sarong shall we? Stand still with your arms at your side please.
Paula complied while he slowly unties the knot that held the sarong over her hips and let the garment fall to the floor. He saw to his delight that she wore no bikini pants to match the top.
- Well well, someone was betting the farm here I see. He chuckled and Paulas blushing went deep red.
Still standing behind her, he let his hands gently roam over her stomach and thighs rather than reaching for her pussy. She moaned a little and laid her head backwards against his shoulder and started to reach for him.
- No, stand still Paula. I will tell you when to move. She bit her lower lip and gave a sound of annoyance.
- There is no rush. I want to explore every nook and cranny of your lovely body. His kissed her neck and continued to explore her thighs and stomach with his hands. Paula started to breathe a little heavier and he could feel her nipples hardening under his touch. He reached up and tugged the knot loose that held her breast prisoners of her bikini top and slowly removed the last garment on her body and dropped it to the floor. He admired her naked body as she stood with her arms at here sides and her back towards him. There were faint lines after a bikini in the tan and her curves were those of a mature woman, but without any excess fat to speak of. She was trembling slightly and startled somewhat when he whispered in her ear again.
- Do you trust me?
- Yes. Her answer was labored and low.
- Stand still.
He moved silently over to the antique wardrobe and retrieved two more scarfs. He draped them over the upturned palms of his hands and returned to his position behind her. He reached around her and cupped her left breast with his left hand, holding the scarf against her body and placed his right hand on her stomach just below the navel. He started to slowly massage her now trembling body with soft sensual movements and her breathing got heavier still. He could feel her starting to move her pelvis in the same rhythm he was massaging her body. My my, he thought, she is really in need of some caring love. He smiled and pinched a nipple which made Paula let out a yelp. He kissed her neck and then moved the other hand down to her pussy lips that had swollen up with her arousal. She pressed her sex towards his hand and started to gyrate her lower body as he slowly caressed her womanhood through the scarf. She started to moan and he kissed her neck once more.
- My, aren't we the horny little minx?
She just moaned an answer and used her left hand to guide his right hand and her right hand to grip her right breast as to compliment his massaging of the left one.
He withdrew his hands and she groaned in frustration.
- No, don't stop. Please...
- More?
- Yes, please. Her voice was pleading now.
- Do you trust me?
- Yeees.
- Then reach behind you with your hands.
She hesitated and then slowly reached back behind her as instructed.
- What are you going to do?
He shushed her and whispered in her ear
- Nothing you don't want to Paula. Please cross them for me.
He started to wrapthe scarf around her slender wrist, alternating horizontal and vertical to cinch the wrist together. Her body trembled with anticipation, lust and a small amount of fear. But she didn't resist when he finished tying her hands together with a knot and stepped back admiring his handiwork and her lovely soft body.
- Can you get free? He asked her gently.
- I ... I don't know?
- Try
She slowly started to move her hands and when she found the scarf tying her hands quite unyielding she tried harder. After a minute or so she slumped her shoulders hanging her head in defeat and said with a trembling whisper
- No.
He stepped around her, raised her face to his and kissed her parted lips.
- You look amazing Paula. He then leaned forward and kissed her nipples for which he was rewarded a sigh and a shudder through her body.
- You like that do you?
- Yes
- More?
- Yeees!
He started to lick her breasts and nibble on the stiff protruding nipples. He then moved down along her body, kissing it and licking it, until he was on his knees facing her pussy. He could smell her arousal and he blew on her clitoris witha slow blow. Paula nearly fell over from the spasm going through her body. Charlie knew it was time to take the next step.
He took the third scarf and wound it around her ankles and then cinched it between her legs before tying it off with a knot. He then stood up admiring her bound body.
- What...? she started to ask. He placed a finger on her lips.
- Quiet.
- But...?
- Shhhh.
She fidgeted, but was quiet. He returned to the wardrobe and rummaged through it until he found what he needed and returned to her. He whispered in her ear once more.
- Do you trust me?
- Yes, her voice almost not holding her lust back
- Do you want more?
- Yeeesssss. Pleeeease fuck meeee.
He scoped her up in his arms and carried her bound body to the bed where he placed her on her back in the middle. She wriggled and tested her bounds but kept silent. He stroked her body and helped her over on one side so he could undo the scarf around her wrists. He then proceeded to place her on her back, again telling her not to move or speak. He took her left arm and fastened a soft sash from a robe around the wrist and then tied the other end around the headboard of the bed, out to her side. She winced and bit her lower lip, but kept silent and laid still. He then proceeded to do the same to her right arm effectively tying her to her headboard with another sash. Finished he stood up looking down on Paula where she lay on her own bed, naked tied and wholly at his mercy.
- Struggle for me Paula, try to get loose.
She complied and started to tug on the bonds securing her arms to her bed. The sashes did not give way and she was trapped. He could see her breath quickening. He stroked her body once more, letting his fingers drag down between her breast, over her stomach and down to her venus mound. He gently stroked her tuft of hair down there and asked her
- Do you trust med Paula?
- Yes
- Are you afraid?
- ... yes, a little.
- Do you want me to stop?
- ... no
- Do you want more?
- yeeessss.
He kissed her stomach and stood up. Standing by the foot of the bed he untied her ankles and then proceeded to use two pairs of pantyhose to tie her feet to opposite corners of her bed's foot railing. She was now spreadeagled on her large bed and Charlie enjoyed the sight.
- Struggle for me Paula.
She obeyed and started to wriggle on the bed in her bonds.
- Try harder.
She renewed her efforts, but could not break free from the bed. She was his prisoner and she knew it. He stroked her left leg and asked her
- Paula, is there something you want to ask me?
She lay quiet.
- Isn't there something you want me to do?
She stirred and answered meekly
- yes
- What is that?
She mumbled something. He heard her, but enjoyed the power so he asked her again.
- Sorry, I didn't hear that Paula.
- I want you to fuck me, she blurted out blushing all over her body this time.
- You want me inside of you?
- Yeees, please.
- Do you want to come?
- Yeeeeeeeesss!
She started to strain against the bonds again, trying to get free, trying to reach him.
- And if I fuck you and let you come? What will you do then?
- Anything. Please I need it. I'll do anything. Pleeeease.
- Anything it is then. He smiled. He took out his mobile phone and snapped a few pictures of her. He then took off his clothes and kneelt between her outspread legs. He leaned forward and directed his hardened member towards her soft pussy lips and whispered.
- Remember Paula Martin, anything is a lot to promise.
Before she could answer, he entered her and started to slowly fuck her. She dragged at her bonds and tried to grab him, to control the rhythm and get herself to the point of ecstasy she so desperately sought, but she was entirely at his mercy and he took his sweet time. After a while, when he felt the climax getting nearer, he started to increase the pace. He felt her responding to it and she started to moan louder and louder and arc her back, digging in her heels into the bed. They were both panting and the sweat was mixing from their two vibrating bodies in the summer heat that baked the room. He roughly thrust himself deep into her a few times before they both exploded in a torrent of orgasmic glow. He collapsed over her and felt her body spasm from the intensity of the moment. Charlie rolled of her and lay on his left side, propping himself up on his left arm. With his right hand he removed the blindfold, leaning over and kissing the sobbing Paula.
- Well that was intense.
Paula just sobbed with her eyes closed.
- Hey, are you OK? He stroked some hair out of her face and she opened her eyes.
- yes
- You really needed that, didn't you?
- oh god, yes.
- Well, that should have taken the edge of your pent up emotions and desires. But I think you will need some more to really relieve you of your tensions. Don't you?
Paula looked at him.
- What do you mean? Her breath was still panting and the sweat was running down her body.
Charlie put a finger on her lips.
- Sssshhh. You just get some rest and I will be back in an hour or so to get you a more cathartic release then you have ever experienced.
- But ..
- No buts, I'm afraid I have to insist on this. To leave you with only this and not to give you the full treatment would be negligent at best. You just lay back here and I will see to a few things and then return. Don't worry, I'll lock the door so no one will bother you while I'm away.
Paula snapped with her head and looked at him.
- What, you gonna leave me like this? Aren't you gonna untie me?
- Afraid not. You did promise anything and I'm calling in the promise. Why, don't you trust me?
He kissed her again.
- But you can't leave me like this, what if...?
- I won't be more than an hour, maybe two. He kissed her right breast and then her stomach. And when I get back I will light up those fires again and together we will make a memory to last. He kissed the inner thigh of her left leg and then stood up. He quickly dressed and was just about to leave when Paula pleaded with him.
- Please, don't leave me tied up. You can't. Pleeease.
- Now now, you just relax and try to maybe get some sleep for I'm afraid there will be scant time for that later on. He chuckled and left the room. Paula fought her restraints for a while, but they would not budge. She wanted to get loose, but the thought of her predicament was also making her horny again. She whimpered in despair and arousal. The summer heat and the orgasmic afterglow was beginning to make her sleepy. She was already drifting of to sleep, spreadeagled to her bed and newly fucked when Charlie locked the front and garden doors to the house, pocketed a key and left the house via the kitchen door, locking it behind him.
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