Stop and Smell the Flowers

“Elliot!” Heather whispers, her eyes darting left and right. “You’re not actually suggesting…” She flusters and blushes. “I’m not young and adventurous anymore you know. I’m a mature woman with a reputation around here. I’m a…a…” Her voice dies as she nibbles her bottom lip.

With my most dashing grin I say. “I’m just saying I’d like to smell the flowers.”

“It is going to be an awfully long afternoon until I can see you again…I suppose.”

I lean in so she can pick up my scent more fully, I do the same right back and savor that familiar floral homemade smell of soap laced with honey that she used mixed with her own subtle aroma.

She giggles and pinches my side as she realizes I was using my smell as a bargaining tool. “You are so naughty! Here I thought I got myself a good boy.”

“You knew what you were getting when I called you a…” My breath hitches, my voice cutting off, before I could utter the words ‘fat old cow’. God! What in the HELL had I been thinking back then? I continue. “…when I was rude to you.”

“You were just being sassy.” She says, placing her soft hand into mine. “I’d love to smell the lilac with you Elliot.”

I stand and offer my arm, her loyal knight. My queen stands and accepts my arm. Together we walk toward the bush. With each step I could feel Heather tensing at my side. Instead of pulling back however she presses tighter into my arm, gathering courage in my confidence. That confidence was not a reckless one, I would never risk exposing her to something so scandalous. The bush, as I had judged, was right near a brick wall with a small alcove among the foliage just big enough for two. Not only was it perfect, it was too perfect. I suspected we were not the first to use this spot for nookie nor would we be the last.

Heather stands in the little hollow among the leaves and soft purple blooms with a pink blush across her cheeks and her hands wringing as she kept looking and looking to see if anybody was looking back. I’d never seen her like this. She looked like a nervous virgin before her first time. And it was…beautiful. Suddenly I was the guide and she my follower…even though I’d never done anything like this either!

Summoning my confidence for her sake I set down my lunch kit and approach her. “It’s okay.” I say. “Nobody’s going to see us here.”

She latches onto me the moment I was in arm’s reach. “You sure about this, Elliot?”

I look her in those big brown eyes and whisper. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Heather.”

A smile slowly grows as her shoulders relax. She nods, giving me the okay.

Holding her tight to my side with my left arm I pull up her skirt with the right to reveal the great log now stretching her white cotton panties. I press the gathered skirt to her stomach and say. “Hold.” She nods and lays her hand over the mass of fabric to hod it in place. I slide my hand down and into her panties. She gasps as my fingers and thumb wrap around the shaft of her cock. I pull the great schlong from her underwear and point it in toward the bush…and begin to stroke.

“Ohhh.” She melts into me, laying her cheek on my shoulder and closing her eyes.

“Sorry if my hands are rough. I’ve been working.” I try to keep my grip light but not loose. Stroking her dry I didn’t want to chafe her soft skin. I would have loved to suck her but time was tight and I would have no chance to clean myself up if things got…messy. And swallowing was out of the question as I couldn’t go back on the job site all loopy on fresh cum. And so she would have to settle for my hand. By the look on her face she had no complaints.

She beams, eyes still closed. “Its okay. My working man’s hands feel just right.”

Heather leans into me, letting me support her, as I continue my handjob. As I stroke I keep a keen eye. I stood with my back to the world, shielding my woman, so even if I did miss somebody passing by all they would at most see is my back and my one arm moving in a suggestive manner. Heather nuzzles closer, drawing in my scent as she surrenders herself to me and my hand.

Our little world behind the lilac goes quiet. The sounds of the sleepy neighborhood are distant, the nearby birds muted in the midday heat, and only the hint of a breeze rustles the leaves around us. I stare at my woman, drinking in her every sigh and twitch of her lips. Her cock felt good in my hand. Damn good. Warm, smooth, hard. It really deserved two hands or more to fap it properly but I do my best with one, I wasn’t going to remove my arm around her waist for anything.

Stroke, stroke, stroke I pump her big, beautiful lady cock.

Working against the clock I slide my hand up her side and pull her face closer to my neck. She nuzzles and sniffs and coos delightfully. I thought about making my ‘soft boy’ noises back again…but that didn’t feel right here. Her in my safety vest and shoes, smelling of sawdust and cement, and with Heather melted into me for support I take a different route to the same end.

“So?” I whisper.

“So?” She opens her eyes and looks up into mine.

“You take the test yet?” I say, my voice deepening just a little. “Am I gonna be a daddy?”

“Ohhhh fuck.” She moans, eyes widening along with her pupils.

My eyes glide down her body, lingering of her womb. “Is my baby in there, Heather?”

“Mmmm!” Her body tenses, letting go of her skirt with one hand she claws at my chest. “Elliot!”

“I hope so.” I say warmly. “I know it’s a big responsibility but…I think I’m ready. For you and our child I will be ready, no matter what.” I was saying these things to arouse her, but not a word of it was a lie. Holding our child in my arms would be the joy of my life. “I’m gonna be the best daddy I can be.” I stroke her faster, the strokes more shallow and focused at her peach of a knob. “I’m gonna work so hard for you. I’m gonna be there for them.

“Elliooot.” She moans, she writhes, her cock swelling big in my hand.

“Hey…” I kiss her forehead. “…in case it didn’t…take. Can we try again tonight?”

“OH GOD!” Her cry echoes off the wall, thankfully swallowed up by a passing garbage truck, and her cock throbs powerfully in my hand. A great rope of glistening cum as thick as my thumb and as long as my arm blasts through the leaves and into the heart of the lilac bush before us. Burying her face in my arm so she didn’t cry out again Heather shudders and shivers and thrusts into the air as wad after thick wad paints the branches, leaves and lovely purple blooms in front of us. After her passion peaks I begin to slow my strokes again. Holding her tight to my side I milk my lover to her very last drop. “Ellioooot.”

I lean down and take one little taste for myself, cleaning her tip of the stubborn final drop. “Mm.” I then gently put her back away and carefully bring her panties back to where they were. I watch in satisfaction as the telltale erection she’d been so worried about slowly shrinks before my eyes. Heather drops her skirt, grabs my vest to turn me toward her, then plants a hard kiss on my lips. “Mm!”

Our lips smack as they part. She looks at me, a beautiful natural pink painting her cheeks and nose, and says. “When did you get so good at this!?”

Again my dashing grin as I shrug. “Just a natural I guess? Will that hold you until this evening.”

She pinches my nose and gives it a little shake. “Yes, handsome. That will hold me very well until this evening.” Taking a big breath she lets it out and begins to smooth her blouse and skirt. “Whoo! I need to surprise you at work more often!”