A little bit more weeding..........

Doe smiles and tells me I can go and get a cold drink if I want, but I tell her I’m ok now and we get back to the weeding, my eyes flitting from her booty to her pocket, my fear slowly being overridden by my lust as my nuts get to work producing a fresh salvo of custard.

Our small talk continues as we make our way along her garden line, the odd trickle of perspiration running down her neck and getting lost somewhere amongst her cleavage. My mind wonders on how nice it would be if my face could follow the sweat between her boobs, or my cock, from the bottom of them up, so that my nob would end its thrust between her full lips, letting her suck it wetly.

‘Wooh.’ Doe exhales, straightening her back, ‘We’ve filled this bucket already John, you can stop helping now if you want.’

‘Nah, that’s alright Doe, its kinda fun to do this, just let your mind wander and enjoy the sun.’ And let my eyes wander too, but I don’t say that bit out loud!

‘Sweet boy, thank you.” She answers, getting up to take the full bucket of weeds to the compost heap, giving me the chance to watch her ass as she walks away from me, I shield the sun from my eyes with my hand, so that as she walks back she can’t see my eyes and I can’t see her face, but I do get a great front-on ogle at her large chest as its bounces back with her, the hint of nipple poking through the fabric, but a hint is plenty as the noonday sun provides a strong shadow, making them obvious indeed.

She kneels back down and we’re about to start again when she glances at her watch.

'Its pretty much lunchtime John, would you like to join me for a cold drink and a sandwich inside?'