Immoral Views by Kay Jaybee

Author:Kay Jaybee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kay Jaybee, Lexie Bay, K.D. Grace, Rebecca Bond, Lucy Felthouse.
Publisher: Sweetmeats Press
Published: 2013-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

Part Two

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I’ll admit I did give it a try — in the name of science and experimentation, of course. I got up very early and went into my garden just before dawn. My property’s very private, but I still felt strange getting naked outside, so I wore my nightshirt for easy access. I sprawled on a blanket next to the peas and barely got my fingers in my pout before I promptly fell asleep. In all fairness I’d been working long hours and I had stayed up the night before to wank with Jonathan. I woke up with the sun in my face and couple of starlings on the birdbath eying me suspiciously.

There was no denying Jonathan’s garden looked better than mine. And by any other standards, mine looked damn good in spite of my lack of time to spend in it. I really couldn’t believe that garden sex would make things grow better. Logically it just didn’t make sense. Even if jizz was a good fertilizer, Jonathan at his most virile, and he was very virile, wouldn’t be able to unload anywhere nearly enough of the good stuff to do the job. Maybe there was something in the soil in Jonathan’s plot. Maybe the same thing that made the brambles and nettles grow so well made everything else grow well too.

But the garden mystery aside, there was the sex, and I couldn’t get enough of it. In spite of the fact that we’d never even shared a handshake, it was like I suddenly had a lover; a lover I couldn’t get out of my mind, a lover I waited for, planned for, and fantasised about. The fact that my lover and I never actually had sex together didn’t make me feel any less like a giddy schoolgirl, a very naughty giddy schoolgirl.

So when Jonathan arrived at his usual time, a little before midnight, I was waiting for him, chair pulled to the window, dildo at the ready, along with a few other items I might need, including a discrete pair of binoculars and a nice bottle of wine. There was no vibrator. I couldn’t risk him hearing the noise. I had perfected my technique and now always laid a thick terry towel to protect the chair. Each time I watched Jonathan spreading his seed, my own resulting flood got heavier and heavier. Jonathan had his ritual, and I now had mine.

He was in the poet’s shirt when he arrived. I liked that on him. It made him look all Shakespeare-in-Love, like he very well could have come to serenade me. He’d only ever worn it when he came to the garden with My Lady. Strangely, this time he didn’t undress. He only undid his trousers and extricated his already heavy cock. This time he stood closer to my window than usual, making it difficult for me to see him without lifting my butt off the chair and leaning uncomfortably forward. Before I could get the angle just right and reassure myself that I was out of his line of sight, he called up.

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