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Rated: GC · Fiction · Erotica · #2226446
Bard's Hall
Sweat formed half moons on her t-shirt, highlighting her ample breasts. She pushed her damp hair back from her eyes and stared out of the window. He was there again, Jose, the Spanish gardener. As he bent to tend the flower beds, Rosie admired his well rounded buttocks, tight against his jeans.

His tight t-shirt had grown several shades darker as his wetness grew with the sun. "Oh, wow!" He removed the offending item and wiped down his muscular torso. His all-over tan shone from the oil he now applied. "God, I'd love to be doing that." Rosie pulled back from the window, afraid he had heard her outcry. Then she noticed the ear buds. What was he listening to? His suddenly undulating hips spoke of Latino rhythms.

Rosie had a yen to dance. She searched her ipod for something 'hot'. Tying her t-shirt into a crop, she began to move to the rhythm. Her hips swiveled in a figure eight motion as she got down and dirty. Rosie moved back to the window and soon her movements were in sync with Jose's. As he stroked his chest so she cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples into erection.

Jose moved to the shade of the flowering dogwood. Thinking himself hidden, he rubbed against the trunk, still maintaining the rhythm.

Rosie watched as his erection grew. "God, I want that inside of me." Instead, her fingers did the delving. She saw his fly open and his member fill his hand. As he rubbed, she rubbed. She reached the heat of climax as she saw his load explode. She fell back on the sofa, satisfied, yet dissatisfied. She thought of that cock in her hand, inside her, moving to a Latin rhythm together.

When she looked out, he was sprawled on the grass. His fly was sealed but his bulge was still in evidence. Rosie filled a jug with water and grabbed two glasses. "Hey, you look like you could use some of this." He opened his eyes and smiled. He filled her glass then emptied the jug over his head. As the water dripped, Rosie had the urge to lick.

"You see?"

"I see."

"You like?"

"I like." Rosie gave into the urge and began to lick the droplets from his chest.

"We need more water." He led her toward her house. "Shower, I think."

She unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them on the way to the bathroom. As he turned the water to cold, she unzipped his jeans and released him. He pulled her under the flow. Soon, what remained of her clothing became see-through. He took a step back to admire.

She fell to her knees and swallowed him, cupping his balls. He threw back his head and groaned. "Stop!" he cried out. He lifted her by her hair. The he ripped open her shirt. His teeth nibbled her nipples as his hand delved below. Now naked, it was his turn to kneel. Her leg went over his shoulder as his tongue sought to satisfy. Rosie's wetness filled his mouth.

He lifted her and her legs tightened around his waist. He was inside her. The shower was not the only thing that flowed. As they lay exhausted on the bathroom floor, Jose said "I have a garden to attend to. I must go now."

"You can attend to my garden any time."

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