Perverts Progress....................No.4.
Hello dear readers, I hope I left some of you gasping for more after number 3. I must say that all of this is true, and did happen.
I started work at Georges after the weekend, and felt a huge sense of anticipation. I cycled there quite early after plotting how I was going to play this and hopefully enjoy a summer of fun.................... . I had put a pair of trousers on and underneath a pair of nylon tight fitting shorts, perfect for the summer, and hopefully to catch a certain persons eye. Back in the day, I was quite slim and tanned, and didnt have a lot of body hair. I had however shaved my pubes off, the rest of the hair was not really noticeable. Without underwear the shorts made me look very appealing.
I knocked on the door and it was answered by dear George. He let me in, and I saw he was wearing a pair of ladies shorts, which were quite loose, with a zip at the side, they were a lovely shade of what was in those days called salmon pink, he also had on a summery blouse which was very fine in a silky white and was sleeveless. We went through the house, and into the kitchen room that led to the garden. There was a little small talk about the weather and such like, he told me he was very grateful for the help I was giving him. A sly look at the airer, and I saw several pairs of stockings and other items of underwear, a girdle and my favourites, some directoires. In pink and white. I kept my curiosity in check, and went to the garden. George had a large shed there and unlocked it and we went in. All the tools were there, and he told me to help myself to anything that was needed. I thanked him and started to strip down to my shorts, George watched me, and I felt my heart quicken. his lips puckered and he moved towards me and rubbed past me, pointing to a cupboard in the corner, that contained weed killer and other garden chemicals. As he rubbed past his hands moved around my waist to ease me out of the way.they then slipped around to my buttocks, and that was that, again the touch was there for too long. It was apparent that we were both sizing each other up. George then left the shed and told me he would leave me to it. I watched him walk away with what could only be described as a mincing walk. I dont think that I had ever been as hard in my life as that moment.
I made a start in the garden, there was a small orchard at the bottom which needed sything, for the uninitiated sything was what you did before the good lord invented strimmers. It was a hot summer day, and the work took a long time. Around dinner time George came out with some cold lemonade and a sandwich. We chatted and made small talk, and George offered me a cigarette, which I gratefully accepted, having forgotten mine. He placed his cigarette in a quite long holder and we lit up. He told me that he hoped I didnt have any other bad habits, I said one or two and we both laughed, George squeezed my thigh, and got up, I stood up and my shorts which were now wet with sweat after my work took on an almost translucent appearance. Georges gaze at my crotch lingered a little longer than it should have done. I loved it....................... .
I carried on working and come 5.00pm knocked on the door to tell George I was on my way, and that I would see him tomorrow. "Thank you dear" came the reply................... .I felt that the day had gone very well, and I was also feeling very randy. I stopped on the way home at a quiet spot and relieved myself, I dont think I have had such a quick and thrilling orgasm in my life nor I might add have ejaculated so much.
More to follow..........................................
I started work at Georges after the weekend, and felt a huge sense of anticipation. I cycled there quite early after plotting how I was going to play this and hopefully enjoy a summer of fun.................... . I had put a pair of trousers on and underneath a pair of nylon tight fitting shorts, perfect for the summer, and hopefully to catch a certain persons eye. Back in the day, I was quite slim and tanned, and didnt have a lot of body hair. I had however shaved my pubes off, the rest of the hair was not really noticeable. Without underwear the shorts made me look very appealing.
I knocked on the door and it was answered by dear George. He let me in, and I saw he was wearing a pair of ladies shorts, which were quite loose, with a zip at the side, they were a lovely shade of what was in those days called salmon pink, he also had on a summery blouse which was very fine in a silky white and was sleeveless. We went through the house, and into the kitchen room that led to the garden. There was a little small talk about the weather and such like, he told me he was very grateful for the help I was giving him. A sly look at the airer, and I saw several pairs of stockings and other items of underwear, a girdle and my favourites, some directoires. In pink and white. I kept my curiosity in check, and went to the garden. George had a large shed there and unlocked it and we went in. All the tools were there, and he told me to help myself to anything that was needed. I thanked him and started to strip down to my shorts, George watched me, and I felt my heart quicken. his lips puckered and he moved towards me and rubbed past me, pointing to a cupboard in the corner, that contained weed killer and other garden chemicals. As he rubbed past his hands moved around my waist to ease me out of the way.they then slipped around to my buttocks, and that was that, again the touch was there for too long. It was apparent that we were both sizing each other up. George then left the shed and told me he would leave me to it. I watched him walk away with what could only be described as a mincing walk. I dont think that I had ever been as hard in my life as that moment.
I made a start in the garden, there was a small orchard at the bottom which needed sything, for the uninitiated sything was what you did before the good lord invented strimmers. It was a hot summer day, and the work took a long time. Around dinner time George came out with some cold lemonade and a sandwich. We chatted and made small talk, and George offered me a cigarette, which I gratefully accepted, having forgotten mine. He placed his cigarette in a quite long holder and we lit up. He told me that he hoped I didnt have any other bad habits, I said one or two and we both laughed, George squeezed my thigh, and got up, I stood up and my shorts which were now wet with sweat after my work took on an almost translucent appearance. Georges gaze at my crotch lingered a little longer than it should have done. I loved it....................... .
I carried on working and come 5.00pm knocked on the door to tell George I was on my way, and that I would see him tomorrow. "Thank you dear" came the reply................... .I felt that the day had gone very well, and I was also feeling very randy. I stopped on the way home at a quiet spot and relieved myself, I dont think I have had such a quick and thrilling orgasm in my life nor I might add have ejaculated so much.
More to follow..........................................
7 years ago
