The Gardener, Chapter 3

At the end of my day, I was walking around the house on the gravel path toward the front gates and my parking space. Ms. Suze strode out of the front door on an intercept course, and again I sighed inwardly, bracing. She stopped and crooked her finger sternly in that unmistakable "follow me" sign. Glumly, like a schoolboy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I followed her inside. I had only been inside once, for the first interview. There was no need for me to go indoors; everything I needed to do my job was outside or in the main garage and other outbuildings.**She guided me through the large house and I soon became lost. At last, we entered a room that I recognized from earlier that day, the same room the woman was in as she masturbated for me, and I for her. I had washed the window earlier, but now I noticed I had missed one large streak.Ms. Suze walked over to the window and ran a candy apple red fingernail down the glass, following the drip of dried cum that was on the other side. I shuffled my feet and looked around the room. I didn't have any idea why she would bring me here except maybe to slam the point home that I had broken some rule about not "associating" with guests.*She left me standing in the middle of the room, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second as she sat on the couch and crossed her long legs, Atalar Escort showing a lot of thigh, her eyes running over me like a tiger eyeing a piece of red meat.*After a long beat, she said, "So Mr. Gardner," a quirky smile hinting at the corners of her pretty mouth. "You like to watch." Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "I know you saw me a couple of months ago on the balcony. Oh don't worry," she added quickly,* "We didn't mind. And of course, Betty surely didn't mind this morning. But the question remains. What am I to do with you," she asked archly.*Ms. Suze continued, a seriousness entering her tone that hadn't been there before. "It's one thing to watch. But another thing altogether to be watched." I didn?t say anything. What was there to say? I had spied on her during an intimate moment and had been so sexually aroused by it that later, that evening, I enjoyed a long, slow masturbation session as I re-played every moment between her and that man.**Tilting her head, Ms. Suze asked, "Do you like your job?" She was genuinely interested.*"Absolutely," I answered, "I actually enjoy it more than I thought I would. I like being outside and taking care of things; makes me feel good to see everything looking well-kept."Musing, she murmured, "Hmm, well-kept indeed."* More briskly she said, "Well, Atalar Escort Bayan Mr. 'Gardner'. Tell you what.*You do what I ask, when I ask, and you keep your job." I raised my eyebrows. She went on. "Of course, if you don't wish to comply with any request, any at all mind you, you can walk out the door on the spot. And with two months' severance pay on top of that." Standing up from the couch, she smiled. "Can't beat that, can you?"*I shrugged and smiled a little smile.*A little more sharply, she said, "What is that? Was that a 'yes'?"**"Yes," I replied, more firmly.* "You've got a deal."* And I put out my hand. She ignored it.**Instead, she gazed at me steadily and said, all playfulness gone from her voice, "Take off your clothes.""What??!" I blurted out, startled at the abrupt change.*She gave me a warning look. I held up my hands, "Okay okay,*taking off my clothes." I tugged off my shirt, then my boots and socks, and lastly unzipped and shed my jeans. Suze kicked aside the pile and walked around me, slowly, inspecting me. She stood very close to me and ran that shiny red fingernail up my arms and biceps, down my chest, over my abs, and then slowly scraped the tip of her nail down the again-growing length of my dick. I inhaled the scent of her, and my dick stiffened even further, threatening to bump Escort Atalar up against her lower belly.*"First," she whispered, "I want you to use the gym in the main guest house at least three times a week. This is nice," she said, squeezing my arm, "but I think you can do better. Secondly, remember what I said about being watched?"*I nodded slowly. "Well in that case," she said, backing up and reclining onto the couch again, "Show me."*And with that, she settled her eyes on mine, expectantly half-smiling.*Realizing what she meant, I stood dumbstruck for a few seconds. I'm sure the look on my face was priceless, but Ms. Suze remained silent, her gaze level. I wondered briefly what Mr. Nick might think about his wife flirting like this with the gardener, and then reminded myself that they must have an understanding. I allowed myself to let my eyes linger on her, on her body, on her beauty, her sexuality, and once again my cock responded. I could feel the heat in my lower belly.*I cradled my dick and slowly began to stroke. My hands were dry so I used a light touch at first.*As I grew increasingly aroused, my grip tightened, and I leaned back a little, thrusting my pelvis. Unconsciously her hands moved to her blouse, toying with the buttons. My eyes settled on her breasts, and I liked that she knew that I was ogling her tits.*And that she liked it.*She unbuttoned her blouse casually and it fell open, exposing a lacy push-up bra displaying those bountiful, tanned breasts. I wondered what her nipples were like because I didn't really get a good look when she was being fucked on the balcony.*