Over the Garden fence, a short story by Peter Panting. Date added: 2012-07-29. Times viewed: 6896.
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- Intro: Patty offers Peter more than helpful advice across the garden fence ...
Peter channelled all his anger into driving the spade deeper. He found that physical exercise, and especially digging, helped him to release the tension and pent-up frustration that seemed to be his constant companion these days. He straightened up and massaged his lower back.
His attention was drawn to the patio area of the garden where his wife was sunbathing. Lyn had stripped off her dress and was down to her simple, yet very erotic lingerie, soaking up the early spring sunshine. Her gorgeous body never failed to make his penis twitch with desire, a desire to take her there and then! But he knew that would never happen. So sighing inwardly, Peter picked up his spade once more and set about relieving more of the latent frustration his wife inflicted on him.
He had been together with Lyn for twelve years, most of those in the guise of a mainly sexless marriage, leading him to wonder how much longer their marriage sham could continue. They snapped and argued with one another but neither had the courage, for various reasons, to end it. Thinking back Peter should have realised at a very early stage of their relationship that sex wasn’t going to be very high on Lyn’s list of priorities for a happy marriage but, like the fool he was, he had still gone through with the wedding. Why did he do it - because Lyn was considered the catch of the decade? Every male wanted Lyn but she had chosen Peter for a husband, so how could things go wrong with his choice of bride?
Lyn was a very attractive girl with a superb body and a personality to match, but having sex with her was never as exciting as it should have been. At first he attributed her lack of passion and enthusiasm to his naïve sexual technique, but when things didn’t improve and she seemed to just go through the motions to oblige him, he realised there was something seriously amiss sexually between them, and however much he tried to talk about her lack of desire, his approaches were dismissed out of hand. Lyn just wasn’t interested in sex and as a consequence their relationship was hanging by a thread.
“Good morning Peter, a penny for them.” It was his neighbour Patty, from next door. “You look lost in a world of your own.”
Peter stuck the spade back into the soil and walked to the fence.
“Yeah Patty, you wouldn’t believe how lost I am.” He replied abjectly. “But you don’t want to hear about it.”
“If it’s so serious, Peter, and you think I can help, I’m always available. You know what they say, a problem shared is a problem halved. But, I’m not trying to pry.” Patty glanced at Lyn and waved a greeting. “Hello, Lyn.” She shouted then in a quieter voice to Peter added. “Is that the problem? If it’s a marital thing, then I don’t want to stick my oar in.”
“If I thought you could help, Patty, I would come to you. But it’s a situation beyond repair.” Peter sighed.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Forget I ever said anything.” Patty said shuffling in the pocket of her pinafore for pegs to hang up her washing.
Her action drew Peter’s attention to the design on the front of the pinafore she wore.
“My word Patty, do you always wear such sexy underwear to do the laundry?” He joked referring to the printed pinafore displaying a woman’s body dressed in suspenders and stockings, and matching frilly bra and pantys. Patty looked down at the image and said. “If only, Peter. It was a present from a friend and, funnily enough, I like wearing it to do the housework, it reminds me days gone by when I did wear such items!”
“Come off it, Patty, you’ve still got the magic and the figure to go with it.”
“Why, thank you young man.” Patty replied with a hint of a blush spreading across her cheeks.
“Well it’s true; I bet you’d still look fabulous in erotic stuff like that.” He said nodding at the print on the pinafore. Peter couldn’t believe the speed at which their conversation had gotten around to sex and was about to apologise to Patty for his forwardness, when she interrupted him and changed the topic of conversation entirely.
“Peter, I don’t suppose you’ve got time to have a quick look at my washing machine, have you? It’s started to leak but I don’t know where from and it’s too heavy for me to drag it out to see behind it.”
“Of course I will, just give me time to wash up and get out of my wellies and I’ll pop round. It’ll give you time to put the kettle on.” Peter hinted. Patty went on hanging out her washing as Peter went to wash his hands.
Passing Lyn he saw she’d rolled onto her stomach and released her bra catch, the sight of her tanned, naked flesh initiating the first stirrings of an erection for him. It happened every time he saw his wife getting undressed or walking around the house with no clothes on, and it drove him nuts. Why, he asked himself, did she continue to provoke him in the manner she did? Why dress so elegantly and take so much care of her appearance if she didn’t want to please him in bed? Why did she still put temptation before him? Peter found it difficult to understand Lyn’s motives. He told her he was popping round to fix Patty’s problem her washing machine.
“Don’t forget we’re doing Tesco’s later, so don’t be too long. I know what Patty’s like when she’s talking to you, keeps you for ages. I’m convinced she fancies shagging you.” Lyn sat up straight clutching her unfastened bra to her breasts. She mused on what she’d just said. “Yeah, and I wouldn’t mind betting you’d shag her given half a chance!”
“Don’t be daft, Lyn. Just because she’s an attractive widow it doesn’t automatically follow that she’s desperate for sex.”
“You really are naïve, aren’t you Peter?” Lyn said trying to annoy her husband.
“Yeah, simple enough to believe you and I would have a perfectly normal sex life together!” Peter flashed back angrily.
“Oh, go and screw the woman, then.” Lyn said getting to her feet.
She stormed off in anger leaving Peter to fantasise about having his wicked way with the widow Patty. He mulled over various visions of them embracing and decided that, if the opportunity did ever arise he would indeed shag Patty, and stuff Lyn! He’d often watched Patty and silently appraised her rounded figure on many occasion, he’d even gone so far as fantasising about her while masturbating, an act he did fairly regularly these days. Patty wasn’t chubby or overweight, just a well-built woman with a striking body whose parts stuck out with startling effect. She projected a wanton woman image, whose sluttish appetite for sexual enjoyment knew no bounds. Yes, he would certainly screw her given half a chance!
After he’d washed and changed, Peter hopped over the back fence and knocked on the back door of Patty’s house. He heard her shout come in. Upon greeting her again, Peter noticed immediately that Patty had changed her clothes and tidied up her appearance. He also thought she looked most attractive in the multi coloured blouse and tight black skirt she was now wearing, the simple ensemble showing off her curvy hips and backside in a fabulous manner. Automatically assuming that she was dressed to go out Peter was about to say he’d come back later, but was halted by Patty.
“I’m not stopping you going anywhere, am I?” He asked.
“No, I just freshened up to receive my visitor.” Patty replied winking an eye. If Peter didn’t know better he’d say she was playing the coquette with him.
“Well, you look very nice Patty.” He couldn’t help himself and hoped his remark didn’t sound too flirtatious. “Now, let’s have a look at this machine.”
Peter went into the utility room and pulled the machine from its position under the worktop. He quickly diagnosed the problem as a split inlet pipe and offered to pick up a new one from HomeBase, and fit it later.
“Thank you, Peter, it’s at times like this I miss my Jim. Anyhow, come on through to the lounge, we’ll have our tea in there.”
Peter followed behind Patty admiring her firm rear and the way her buttocks swayed from side to side beneath the tight black skirt – how he would have loved to reach out and fondle the weighty mounds of flesh!
They settled themselves on the sofa and began chatting while Patty poured the tea. He said he couldn’t stay for long because he had to drive Lyn to Tesco’s, but that he’d be back afterwards when he’d have more time to fit the new pipe.
“In that case we’ll have a proper drink then, and a proper chat.” Patty promised laying a hand on his and squeezing.
“I look forward to that,” Peter intoned his voice laden with more than a hint of lust. “We’ve never had a real chat before and you could be right about sharing my problem. In fact the more I think about it, the more I’d value your opinion.”
Patty caught the inflection in his voice and whispered in return.
“Yes Peter, feel free to unburden yourself.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek leaving him in no doubt about what the subject of their conversation would be. Peter couldn’t resist feigning a look of surprise. “And that’s for sorting out my machine.” She whispered sexily.
“It really is no problem, Patty, just glad to help out.”
“And I would genuinely like to help you, Peter. I feel it’s to do with Lyn, isn’t it? She’s the problem. Is she having an affair? Is there another man? She must be crazy if she is playing away from home!”
“No, I don’t think there’s another man, but you’re on the right track, it’s all about sex – or the lack of it in my case!” Peter realised his honesty. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to know that.” He flustered.
“No, that’s alright Peter; tell me all about it later when the wine is opened. A nice bottle of Shiraz always lends itself to easy conversation, don’t you think?”
“Thanks Patty, it would be nice to have a shoulder to cry on.”
Peter returned later to fix the washing machine. In the intervening hours he’d had time to consider what he was going to say and decided to be honest about his marriage in the hope Patty might have something useful to suggest. Seated together in the lounge he watched her pour the wine, while their conversation skirted around generalities. After he’d plucked up enough courage to admit the sad state of his marriage Peter laid it all out for Patty, with special emphasis on the period of abstinence since he’d had any kind of sexual relations with Lyn.
“Good heavens, Peter, that’s a long time to go without a bit of nookey, you must be as frustrated as hell! But why do you think Lyn has taken so grudgingly against the idea of sex?” Patty was shocked.
“I really don’t know, but she has never enjoyed making love with me.”
Peter suddenly found it gratifying to be able to talk openly and without embarrassment to a third party.
“Are you sure there isn’t another man involved?” Patty asked.
“Positive,” He replied. “But, I’m beginning to think there may be another woman! Tell me Patty, as a woman, is it possible that after all these years Lyn could start to fancy other women and is finding comfort with someone? Can women change like that?”
“Ah, that old chestnut,” Patty replied, “If she doesn’t want my cock, she must be a lesbian!”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” Peter said shocked at her use of a vulgarity.
“I’m just teasing you, Peter.” Patty soothed. She topped up their wine glasses. “But I suppose that kind of thing can happen.”
Peter felt himself being drawn ever closer to the dominant Patty and her curvaceous, alluring body. She was still wearing the same outfit as earlier, and upon careful inspection, Peter thought he could define the outline of her naked breasts pushing tightly against the flimsy material of the blouse, threatening to burst the seams apart. And whenever Patty moved the flesh of her breasts shifted sensually, causing him to wonder whether in fact he was correct about his no-bra theory! It was a source of such pleasurable and erotic puzzlement, and it was beginning to make his cock tingle!
What he knew for certain was that Patty was wearing stockings, seductive stockings with lacy-tops to them. Peter knew this because she had brazenly allowed the hem of her tight skirt to ride up far enough to bring him a glimpse of their very sexy tops. These outrageous images of Patty, fuelled by her perfume and his intake of wine, brought home the fact that he carried an erection, which was visibly pushing out the front of his trousers. He tried to ease the bulge into a more comfortable position, but his actions only succeeded in making his hard-on more prominent.
Patty noticed Peter’s discomfort and his attempts to disguise it. She took it as a huge compliment and decided the moment was ripe for advancing. It had been a long time since she’d felt a real cock inside her and there was no denying her ulterior motive for getting him here this evening, and that was seduction, plain and simple. Patty had fancied Peter and his cock for a long time and she was fairly certain that he fancied her, too. But, as Patty listened to Peter’s tale of sexual woe, she wondered if the possibility of their mutual pleasure and satisfaction was a step nearer? However, there was still the question of age difference and whether Peter, who was ten-years younger than herself, would relish the chance to screw an older woman? She decided to test the water.
“Peter, can I ask you something?” Patty began. “Would you consider me attractive for a woman in her forties?”
Peter didn’t hesitate with his reply.
“Too, bloody true Patty, you’re a sexy so and so! I bet you don’t go without.”
“Go without what?” Patty’s tone was one of mock naivety.
“Come off it, you know what I mean. I bet you’ve got a string of admirers all lining up to …,” Peter hesitated before finishing. “… Lining up just waiting for you to click your fingers and do your bidding.”
Patty gave some thought before replying.
“If by that you mean all I have to do is click my fingers and someone jumps into bed with me, then no. Oh, I get offers alright, mostly from the husbands of my friends, but rarely have I met anyone single who I fancied jumping into bed with. That is, until now, but he isn’t single and it could be a problem for both of them.”
The realisation of what they were discussing brought a halt to their conversation for a few seconds, as each of them realised their personal lives were being exposed and dissected openly. Peter suddenly felt liberated by it all.
“In case you’re wondering Pete, yes, I do miss a man in bed. Jim and I had a wonderful and very physical relationship, and when he died so young I was left with nothing but frustration! So, I’ve had to adapt and having no man that I care about to satisfy my needs, I took to other methods, just as you’ve done probably! And not to beat about the bush, I’m talking masturbation!”
Peter was genuinely shocked to hear the word ‘masturbation’ come out of Patty’s mouth, but quickly seized upon the moment to add further revelations to their candid conversation.
“I know what you mean, Patty. But it’s only a temporary solution, isn’t it? There’s nothing meaningful about doing it solo, just a swift gratifying pleasure.”
“Yes, from your point of view I can see what you mean. But speaking personally, at least I get to feel something tangible, something physical inside me.” Patty confessed. Peter had to think about her answer for a second or two until the penny dropped.
“You mean you use a …,” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word. “… You use a dildo?”
“Indeed, and very satisfying they are too, on occasions. But, what they don’t do is ejaculate and that is something I miss. I love to feel a man’s cum all over me!”
Christ, Peter thought, this conversation was really getting intimate. He loved every moment. But Patty’s next statement really blew his mind. Taking Peter’s hand in hers she said. “Shall we go up to my bedroom? There, I can show you what pleases me.”
“Patty, I’d love to go with you.” Peter sighed and kissed her gently on her lips. “And, I would dearly love to please you myself – with a real flesh and blood cock that squirts cum!”
“You mean like the one making the tent in your trousers?” Patty whispered placing her hand on Peter’s erection. Their lips met once more, their outpouring of passion uncontrolled as each tongue fought for domination. When they broke apart it was a breathless Peter that gasped.
“Exactly, I would dearly love to fuck you, Patty!”
“And I would dearly love you to. Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
They sat side by side on the bed, each of them seething with lust and a desire for one another’s body; each waiting for the other to begin the seduction.
“Oh come on, Peter, we’re not teenagers.” Patty said stroking Peter’s thigh. Her hand moved higher to clutch at his erection.
“Christ Patty, it’s difficult to grasp what’s happening, it’s all too thrilling. I’ve been letching at your breasts under that blouse and eyeing your stocking tops all evening, and I desperately want to see more of you, and feel you against me.”
“Then you shall, all in good time. Just hang on to that erection of yours while I take time out to undress you.” She said undoing the buttons on his shirt and dragging her fingernails down his stomach. Peter flinched and tightened his muscles, the sheer sensuality of Patty’s touch made his heart race with excitement; he wanted more.
When his shirt was hanging open Patty got to her knees and pulled off his jeans and briefs. His cock sprang into view wavering and throbbing, aching to be stroked and much to Patty’s delight was visibly leaking pre-cum. Patty extended a finger and smoothed the creamy juice all around his knob. “My God Peter, that thing looks good enough to eat, which is precisely what I intend to do!”
She slid her fingers around the thick shaft and slowly pulled back his foreskin to expose the throbbing helmet.
“My God, Peter, that’s what I call a knob!” She said slowly lowering her head and tonguing at the pre-cum that bubbled from his slit.
“Do you know this will be a first?” Peter confessed.
Patty halted her salacious endeavour.
“What, you’ve never had your cock sucked before?”
“Never, so don’t be surprised if I finish prematurely.”
“I think we’re in the same boat, Peter, but if it happens it happens, don’t worry. I’ve got the feeling that you’ll soon harden up for me again. In the meantime just relax and let Patty enjoy this magnificent beast! You’re not the only one who’s gone without; it’s a long time since I’ve derived pleasure from anything like this.” Patty resumed teasing Peter’s knob with her tongue.
He squirmed with ecstasy as he watched his cock being swallowed by Patty, her mouth devouring him from his helmet to the base of his shaft, his whole length disappearing between Patty’s lips. She sucked and then gagged on his thick cock before releasing it; spittle and juices dribbling from her mouth. The pleasure he received was exquisite and it drove him to the very edge of cumming. He was uncertain of being able to control himself and stopped Patty inflicting the embarrassment of making him shoot his load by pulling her head clear of his cock. She was reluctant to release him and he tried to explain his predicament.
“Don’t worry Peter, if it happens it happens and we’ll start again, but I tell you now, I’m in love with this monster of yours and I’m going to give you all the fucking pleasure you’ll ever want. It’s a beautiful creature and that silly wife of yours should know better than to release it into the hands of a sex hungry woman like me!”
Peter marvelled at Patty’s lack of inhibitions and her use of obscenities. The speed with which they’d arrived at this point was breath-taking and difficult to comprehend, but feeling the pulsing nature of his cock and his need to cum, he knew this was no fantasy! He wasn’t at home having a wank, he was here in Patty’s bedroom and she had her fingers wrapped around his erection. These were sensations completely new to him. He’d only ever seen cock-sucking in porno films or read about it in magazines, but here was Patty, a sexy mature bitch of a woman doing it to him, and wasn’t it fabulous!
“Tell me big boy, have you ever sucked a cunt before?” Patty’s words came from nowhere and slashed across his lust. “Have you licked out a girl and tickled her clit with your tongue?” Peter admitted his innocence. “Then why don’t we get rid of these clothes and I’ll show you my cunt.”
Patty got to her feet and stepped out of her skirt, before undoing the buttons on her blouse. She didn’t remove it and Peter was gratified to see that his earlier assumption that Patty wasn’t wearing a bra – confirmed! But he was also amazed to discover that she wasn’t wearing any pantys either!
“Christ woman, do you always go around with no underwear on?”
“Only if there’s chance of some good looking bloke who wants to fuck me with a big hard chopper!” Patty replied.
She stood before Peter and cupped her wondrous breasts.
“What do you think of these, then?” Patty wanted to know.
He stared at Patty’s superbly rounded orbs as she twiddled her nipples, pulling the rigid brown flesh outwards to make them to stand erect. Without realising what he was doing his hand had strayed to his cock. Stroking slowly Peter started to feel a tingling again, a sensation that usually heralded the arrival of his load. He removed his hand and assured Patty that her tits and nipples were glorious, and heaven-made for sucking; prompting Patty to lift one of her tits to suck on her nipple.
“Fucks sake, Patty, you certainly know how to entertain a bloke!”
“Don’t I just! But feeling your cock and giving you a performance have made me all wet below, and I think it’s time you performed on me!”
Peter found it difficult to come to terms with the fact that this was his next door neighbour. Patty’s behaviour was totally wild and animalistic, and he loved her for it. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs wide enough for him to view her feminine charm; and for the second time in as many minutes, Peter nearly creamed himself.
“And how does this old cunt compare with Lyn’s?” Patty’s dialogue was driving him crazy.
“Fuck me, Patty; it’s a gorgeous slit! And all this time it’s been waiting over the garden fence for my knob to prise open those lovely lips, and push its way in. Christ, why ever didn’t you make overtures to me before now?”
Patty slipped her hands beneath her backside and raised her groin at Peter, inviting him to kiss it. It was his turn to get on his knees.
“That’s the way young man, get your tongue right in there and find my clit.” Patty demanded pulling his head tightly against her pussy. “How does that taste?”
“Wonderful, but my cock is about to explode!” He mumbled against her tumescent mound. “I’ve never before experienced anything like this Patty and quite honestly it’s tipping me over the edge.”
Patty pushed him away and swung her body around so that her face overhung the edge of the bed.
“OK Peter,” she gasped. “Stand up and toss off over me, please!” Her upturned face was ready to receive his spunk. “Come on quickly, let’s see how much cum you’ve got for me!”
Peter followed patty’s instructions and leapt to his feet eager to be rid of his nagging load. He guided his knob between the pouting lips of Patty and immediately began pumping his cock back and forth. Any consideration he might have previously felt for delaying his climax was negated by Patty’s frivolous and incendiary behaviour, as she held his balls in the palm of her hand, her voice lustily encouraging him to finish off.
Peter’s head spun with the excitement Patty was creating. The tempo of his fist increased dramatically as he attempted to appease the tickle in his knob. Suddenly he felt himself in free fall experiencing the most exquisite orgasm ever. The force of his hot cum smacked against Patty’s cheek making her squirm and squeal. And as more and more of Peter’s juice rained down on her, his fist went ballistic trying to drain his cream. Patty screamed her delight at Peter’s bountiful harvest, and as he watched the glutinous mass of cum spread across her face and hair, her tongue came out and licked salaciously around her mouth.
“Christ Peter, you nearly knocked me out with the first lot! It was so beautiful and hot! Fuck I hope you’ve got more of that for me.”
Peter marvelled at his effort, his heart beating nineteen to the dozen. Here was this forty something woman, his neighbour, who wanted a cock as badly as he wanted a cunt and she was going to be available for his spunk whenever they could arrange it! He couldn’t recall ever being as pent up and frustrated about ejaculating as he had just been, and Patty’s obscenities were unbelievable! They worked like magic on his ability to perform. Patty wrapped her fingers around his cock again and squeezed.
“It’s still fucking hard.” She said. “Hard and big and …”
“… It’s raring to go again.” Peter finished the sentence for her.
“In that case, my darling Peter, slide it up my cunt!”
He allowed Patty to lead and introduce the position she wanted, starting doggy fashion on hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He placed himself behind her and without using his hands managed to guide his cock into a very wet and welcoming Patty. The ecstatic feel of his cock being squeezed inside Patty emboldened Peter to push harder and deeper, until she screamed her satisfaction.
“Jesus Christ Peter, if you push any harder that knob of yours is going to come out of my mouth! I haven’t had a cock that deep in me for years! Fucking hell you’re amazing! Just fuck me Peter!”
So he did. Every possible way that Patty wanted. Until once more he could hold back no longer and when he announced his intention to cum - Patty demanded that Peter fill her love tunnel with his creamy juices!
“Peter,” She said squeezing her vaginal muscles to extract every last drop from his knob. “You are a very obliging young man. Now, the question is – how long before you’re ready to fuck me again?”
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