ANNA JAYE WILDE

15/1/2016

 

Keen Gardener

 

It was a sweltering hot day and I took a long drink of my iced tea and sighed. My back garden needed some TLC and I was meeting a few guys pitching for the handyman job. So far I all the men I had seen were either very old, very fat or just plain creepy. I must be honest, I did harbour a fantasy of the ‘Desperate Housewives Hot Gardener’ scenario where a young, muscled hunk bent over and carefully trimmed my shrubbery while I watched in awe.

 

Time was getting on  and I was starting to lose hope until my phone beeped with a message, one more guy wanted to come and interview. I figured why not, he couldn’t be any worse, could he? Half an hour later a small van pulled up outside my house. I peered in the van window to see the most gorgeous face and piercing blue eyes. Shit. I quickly brushed my hair and slicked on some lipstick and slowly opened the door, hovering at the entrance and copping a very large eyeful of the view.

 

Hot guy got out of the van wearing a tight t-shirt with a few rips revealing his rippling abs, no doubt gained from hard physical exertion. Fuck me, I could show him some hard physical exertion! His jeans were slung low on his hips but I could see his tight ass beneath. It wouldn’t take much to pull them off. I didn’t care about his gardening skills, the job was his, he had me at ‘rippling abs’.

 

He ran his fingers through his floppy brown hair and strolled toward my door. His skin was sun kissed and as I watched the view I found myself wondering if his tan was all over his body. He smiled at me and I swear there was a flash of light glinting from his perfect teeth.

 

“You must be Jo, I’m Jason. I’m sorry to keep you late but I wanted to see your garden, it sounds just like my kind of job. I’m very good at all kinds of work and am very willing and able.” So many double entendres in that sentence, if only he knew what was going on in my filthy mind right now! I held out my hand but couldn’t stop it shaking as he fixed me with his beautiful eyes and shook my hand with a firm grip.

 

“Lovely to meet you, Jason.” It really was. He was fucking heavenly.

 

“Do you mind if I take off my t-shirt? It’s so freaking hot today.”

 

“Not at all. You can take your jeans off too if you like!” I joked. Shit, did that just come out of my mouth? Fuck. He gave me a cheeky grin as we stepped into my house and closed the door.

 

“Why don’t you take them off, Jo?” Well, I wasn’t about to ignore an invitation like that. I whipped off his belt and pulled down his jeans as he peeled off his t-shirt. Holy fuck, I lost count of the abs and then my vision was further blurred by the view of his big cock, hard and ready.

“You did promise me you were willing and able, why don’t you prove it?” I lifted my flimsy summer dress over my head, unclasped my bra and stepped out of my panties. Jason looked me over, taking in my naked body before he touched me.

 

“Shit, Jo! Yes I did say that and I don’t make false promises. In a few minutes you’ll be screaming my name out while you come.”

 

Fucking hell, the wetness started to drip down my leg and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

 

Jason put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him, all I wanted was his finger or preferably his hard dick inside me. I had been wet since I saw him in his van but now up close and naked, Jesus Christ. I had never wanted a man to fuck me more than right now and his dirty words just added to the thrill.

 

“Really? Are you that good?” I questioned.

 

He leaned into my neck and nibbled the tender skin below my earlobe, a shiver piercing my body. His hands on my waist slipped down and one rested on my thigh while the other moved between my legs. Thank God. He flipped me around so that he was behind me and he walked me forward so I could bend over and rest my hands on the stairs in my hallway.

 

“You tell me, Jo.”

 

He pushed my legs apart and his fingers explored my wet pussy. “Your slippery pussy tells me you want me to fuck you, do you want me to slide my cock inside you, Jo?”

 

“Fuck, yes.”

 

“I will fuck you, and hard. But first, you’ll scream out my name so loud that every single person in this street will hear you.”

 

His fingers rubbed my clit and dipped in and out of my wet pussy perfectly. He moved both hands between my legs and held open my pussy lips while he ran a finger up and down my slit and round and round my throbbing clit, each touch bringing my closer to confirming his promises. He nipped my clit between his fingers over and over and soon I was coming harder than I had ever come before and yes, I screamed his name.

 

“Holy shit Jason, fucking hell, God, Jason, that’s so good…” I cried, between heavy breaths as my body took over.

 

“A promise is a promise!”

 

I knew he was smiling although I couldn’t see his face, only feel his divine touch. He didn’t need to be asked what I wanted as he pushed his hard cock deep in my pussy. I gripped the stair carpet as he thrust himself faster and faster inside me.

 

“Fuck, Jo, you are so wet and tight, it’s beautiful,” he panted, his hands tight on my waist and his body perfectly aligned with mine in the best way possible. I was thoroughly filled up and the pleasure overtook me, triggering a second incredible orgasm. As my pussy contracted around his dick it was Jason’s turn to scream out my name as his thick cock spread my walls and pumped juice into me, over and over.

 

Jason held my dripping pussy tight to his cock as he emptied the last drops of his climax within me.

 

“So, Jo, do I have the job?”

 

 Well, this wasn’t quite what I had expected when I advertised for a garden handyman but hell, who was I to argue? He didn’t need to know the job was his the second I saw his face and he went way above and beyond the call of duty!

 

 

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