The Gardeners

'OK, lie down on your stomach, please' she ordered me, watching as I kneeled down then struggled to get prone, concerned about preserving my dignity with that pathetic towel. 'Don't look so worried... this shouldn't hurt too much. So just relax.'

I forced a laugh at her attempt at a joke as I eventually lay down, still unsure about what I'd let myself in for. I placed my forearms beneath my head, using them as a makeshift pillow to bury my face in. A loud gasp then escaped my lips as I suddenly felt a shock of cold hit my back.

'Oops, sorry,' Amy said, 'that was the oil... I'm always forgetting to apply it to my fingers first, not directly... too cold otherwise.' I mumbled an acceptance to her apology, feeling daft for having made such a fuss.

Then her hands were flat against the small of my back. Amy started to apply gentle pressure as she pushed them upwards to my neck, circling them around my shoulder blades before they returned the starting point. She repeated those circuits several times and, to my amazement, she was good, applying just enough pressure so that my tightness and stiffness dissolving at her touch.

Next, she used the heels of her hands, applying slightly more force. Again starting at the base of my back, she made small circles, all the time spiralling slowly upwards either side of my spine, pushing hard against my tired muscles.

'That feels so relaxing Amy, you're good at this,' I murmured.

'I think you've got some knots across the tops of your shoulders though,' she replied, her thumbs immediately seeking them out, pressing down with a force that felt painful at first, but which miraculously eased away the tension after just a few minutes. Her hands left me momentarily, and I was surprised to next feel them against the back of my right thigh.

'Legs now,' Amy said quietly, almost in a whisper.

Perhaps it was part of her technique to use her voice to help create an atmosphere of total relaxation? I could feel her hands against my skin, using smooth rhythmic strokes similar to those my back had experienced. A very fatigued hamstring reacted well to her touch, but I was conscious that in her movement, she was also easing my legs apart to stretch her fingers down either side of my leg.

There could be no doubt that, with only that inadequate towel covering me, Amy would by now be enjoying a view of my balls, and probably most of my penis too. In my relaxed state, I almost didn't care about what she could or couldn't see. But, worryingly, I had become aware that the effects of her hands against my skin, her whispering voice, and the knowledge that she was looking at me, were all causing me to become aroused.

Amy didn't say or do anything in reaction to my growing problem. Her hands just transferred across to my left leg when she had finished on the first, and the process was repeated. Maybe she was too polite, or embarrassed, or shocked, or even used to it?

But then she gave my towel-covered arse a quick, playful tap.

'Right, time to turn over now.' Hadn't she noticed? I was getting a hard-on and she wanted to me roll over. I was frozen with dread as to how she would react. The only scenario playing in my mind was that Amy would jump up, scream and run from the room in horror when she realised what she was dealing with.

'Come on, turn over,' she persisted.

'But, er, Amy, I think I feel much better now. Thanks for the massage, but I've got work and calls to make and...'

'Don't be silly,' she interrupted.

I looked back over my shoulder at her, as she knelt beside me with folded arms, her eyebrows raised expectantly at me. This was a stand-off. Perhaps if I left it long enough, my predicament would disappear of its own accord. But it was only getting worse, I could still feel the blood pumping as part of my brain obsessed with the thrill of being naked in front of Amy. It was a battle of wills I was evidently going to lose.

'Alright Amy, if you're sure. You might regret this though.' Slowly, I rolled over. My arousal was going to be obvious beneath the towel. Or that would have been the case had the bloody thing not got snagged as I manoeuvred myself onto my back, fully exposing myself to her instead. She's going to reckon that happened on purpose, I thought, as my face turned deep crimson.

'Oh,' was the only thing she uttered.

We both remained motionless, both staring at my prominent erection, but only because it avoided having to look at each other's faces.

After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, Amy calmly unfolded her arms and, with her eyes still avoiding mine, reached her left hand out and grasped my penis with it. Her grip wasn't that tight, but her hands were warm and still slick with the massage oil. That lubrication became useful as her hand began to slide slowly up and down my shaft.

Swallowing hard, I tried not to let out a moan as she proceeded to lean forward, her mouth just inches from me. With her hand still gripping me, her tongue emerged from between those lovely lips and started to flick.

But that was just the introduction. She took me inside her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around me as her head began to bob up and down. It was slow at first, but she soon got faster, taking me to the back of her throat as her saliva dribbled down onto my pubis. In all honesty, I could have ejaculated right there and then.

'You're a bit overdressed, aren't you Amy?' I said, more as a stalling tactic than wanting her to get undressed.

She released me from the clutch of her mouth, then straightened up a little to pull her t-shirt over her head in an easy, fluid movement. Her breasts were beautiful, her nipples such a pale pink the areolae almost blended into the surrounding skin. I reached my hand forward, gently letting my fingers skim against the nearest one, pleased to feel its stiffness increase instantly at my touch.

Amy now looked at me, her lips still hinting at a smile. Without warning, she stood up, and my hand fell away from her chest. I feared she'd suddenly realised this was all a terrible mistake, a harmless flirt that had somehow morphed into something else.

My concerns were laid to rest straight away though. Placing her hands on the waistband of her shorts, she swiftly undid the button and zipper that secured them. I watched her slim hips wriggle as the shorts were tugged down over them.

As they fell to the floor, she revealed that she hadn't been wearing any underwear at all since she got changed. Amy stood naked and motionless, staring at me with her head bowed, her chin almost touching her chest, allowing me a moment to take in her body. Her hands were clasped loosely together in front of a patch of dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair.

I wanted to say something to her, tell her how incredible she looked, but my mouth had gone dry and the capacity to speak had deserted me. But it was one of those rare moments when talking wasn't required. Our eyes now fixed on each other, Amy lifted her left foot over me, so that she was stood facing me, immediately above my hips. As she began to bend her knees into a squat, my hands moved onto her legs and I started to slowly stroke the outsides of those soft thighs.

With her arse now hovering just inches above me, she reached beneath it to take my penis, lifting it up and guiding it towards her. Using her hand, she moved it back and forth, letting the tip just skim against her lips. But that self-inflicted teasing didn't last long. Obviously not willing to wait any longer, Amy held me steady while she slowly lowered herself down.

My eyes were closed; I wanted to concentrate purely on the sensation of feeling myself enter her without distraction from my other senses. As her hips commenced an up and down rhythm, I opened my eyes to see her hand release my penis. But her fingers didn't move far away, as she now used them to rub tiny circles around her clitoris.

I hoped that the feel of me inside her was solely responsible for her increasingly rapid breathing and ever-louder moans. But her fingers, by now rubbing against herself with a growing ferocity, were doubtless also to blame.

Nevertheless, her warmth, her moistness, the way she tensed and relaxed her muscles around me were all wonderful. I knew I wasn't going to last long, despite any effort by me to delay the inevitable.

I began to jerk my hips upwards into her, my hands now gripping her hips. It wasn't comfortable with just that hard mat to cushion me against the wooden floor, but I didn't care. My breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel a sheen of sweat appearing on my forehead.

'Tell me when you're going to finish,' Amy managed to gasp between moans.

'Are you close?' I puffed.

She just gave three rapid nods of her head, biting onto her lower lip as I watched her bouncing on me. Would she jump off at the crucial moment, or let me finish inside her?

I could sense she too was on the verge of her orgasm, and I knew mine was swiftly approaching.

'Amy, I'm going to cum,' I grunted, looking up at her.

'OK... together... let's go together,' she blurted out.

Almost immediately, her motion stopped. I could feel the spasms beginning to course through her body as she collapsed forward, her body weight falling onto her hands as they landed on the mat either side of my head. With one last thrust from my hips, in fantastic synchronisation, I let out a cry as I shot up inside her.

We stayed there, our bodies linked and motionless, just wanting to savour the moment.

'Not all of my massages finish like that,' Amy laughed, breathless.

'My bad back's a recurring condition, it may need regular treatment,' I smiled back.

Amy slowly climbed off, and she sat on the floor with her back resting against the bed, looking across at me.

'I think it's late, they'll be back soon,' she said. Clearly referring to her parents, the hint was obvious. So, after we had retrieved our clothes, I slipped out of her house by the back door.

A business trip meant it was a couple of days before I was again installed at my home office desk, keeping an eager eye on the Gowers' garden.

It remained empty all morning, but eventually somebody appeared. Frustratingly, it was the unmistakeable figure of Pauline that I watched preparing to begin her work.

It was strange. I'd had initial feelings of attraction towards Pauline, but had then felt bad about them because she was married. Now I felt a small pang of guilt that she was no longer the one I was interested in.

But where was Amy? I left it a while, thinking she would appear. Eventually, I had to go down to find out where she was. Pauline and I chatted as if nothing was any different between us which, as far as she was hopefully concerned, it wasn't.

'So, where's Amy today?' I nonchalantly dropped into the conversation.

'Oh, we took her back to college yesterday, didn't she tell you her new semester was starting?'

I dumbly shook my head. How had Amy neglected to tell me that? Maybe she and her mother were more similar than I'd been lead to believe, after all.

'Yes,' Pauline continued, 'not home for ten weeks... but she said you were great.'

'Eh?' I replied, shocked.

'She told me you were a great help in the garden. Maybe one day you'll help me?' she said with a wink.

With yet another ambiguous statement from one of the Gower women for me to decipher, I made my excuses and returned indoors.