Unexpected Afternoon Delight

Unexpected Afternoon Delight: Making the Gardener Grow

Hello, naughty ones. I’m sure some of you are familiar with the song “Afternoon Delight.” And some of you might also know just how much fun those planned and unplanned experiences can be. I certainly do, and one unexpected afternoon delight situation comes to mind right now.

I thought I had the house to myself that afternoon. The sun was high, the heat delicious against my bare skin as I stretched out on a lounge chair in the backyard, wearing nothing but a tiny bikini bottom. I wanted to feel the warmth everywhere. And I soon found myself thinking very naughty thoughts.

Then I heard it – the low hum of a lawnmower and the shuffle of footsteps. My heart jumped. Who the…? The gardener?

Shit! I had completely forgotten it was his day.

I stayed perfectly still, debating whether to grab my towel or just act like I hadn’t noticed him. But then I caught a glimpse of him – a new guy. Tall. Strong. Definitely not the older man I was expecting. My stomach tightened as I watched him move, muscles flexing under his tight shirt, sweat glistening on his arms. He hadn’t seen me yet. Or maybe he had and was just pretending not to.

Suddenly, a thrill shot through me as I assumed the latter was true, and a delicious little game started to take form in my mind. Why not turn this awkward situation into an unexpected afternoon delight? I stretched slowly, letting my back arch, knowing exactly how my body would look from his angle. Then I heard the mower stop. Silence. I smirked to myself. He’s watching.

I turned onto my stomach, reaching for the suntan oil beside me.

“Hey,” I called, my voice light, teasing. He hesitated before stepping closer, his shadow falling over my skin. I looked up at him, biting my lip. “Would you mind helping me out? I don’t want to burn.”

He swallowed hard. “Uh – sure.”

I handed him the bottle, resting my cheek on my folded arms as I waited for my unexpected afternoon delight to truly begin. The first touch of his hands was cautious but warm, strong. He smoothed the oil over my back in slow circles, his fingers grazing my sides, my waist. A little shiver ran through me. “That feels good,” I murmured.

His hands traveled lower, working down to my legs, kneading my thighs. I parted them just a little. The hesitation in his touch faded, his fingers glided over the crease of my ass, just barely brushing the edge of my bikini. And I heard him suck in a breath, but he didn’t stop.

Then, I lifted my hips slightly, my ass pressing against his hand. “Go a little higher,” I whispered. His fingers trembled as they slid under the thin fabric, smoothing oil over my bare skin.

“You sure?” His voice was tight, strained.

I reached back, taking his wrist and guiding his hand between my legs. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”

He groaned softly and let his fingers slip over my pussy lips, teasing, testing. I gasped and rocked against him, particularly greedy for more.

Our unexpected afternoon delight gets steamier

I turned my head toward him and saw his cock was hard, pressing against his jeans. That was enough to make me want to see and taste it. So I pushed up onto my hands and knees, turning to face him. His eyes were dark with need, and his chest was rising and falling fast.

Without saying a word, I reached for his belt and unfastened it with ease. He didn’t stop me. And I licked my lips as I unzipped his pants. His cock was thick and heavy when I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke him slowly, occasionally teasing the tip with my tongue. He groaned deep in his chest. And before I knew it, I felt his fingers tangling in my hair as I took more of him into my mouth.

Enjoying my unexpected afternoon delight

His hips jerked forward as I sucked him slowly and let my tongue swirl around his shaft, my hand stroking what I couldn’t take in my mouth. He was gripping my hair especially tighter, panting, and barely able to hold back. “Fuck, you’re—” He cut himself off with a loud moan as I sucked him harder and faster.

Meanwhile, I could feel him losing control, his body tensing, his grip tightening.

I pulled back just enough to stroke him with my hand. “Cum for me,” I purred, looking up at him.

His jaw clenched, and he made low, guttural noises while his body shuddered and long ropes of cum landed on my tongue and tits. I smiled at him and rubbed suntan oil on his cock, ready for more and enjoying my unexpected afternoon delight, as he stood there, dazed and breathing hard.

So, do you think you could handle being caught off guard like that? And if so, do you think you would explore forbidden desires like I did? Call me soon, and let’s find out.

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