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“I’m here Mrs. Johnson, and I’m ready to work on the yard like your husband hired me to do” Jones had come a bit early and found that when he knocked on the door no one had answered. He figured he’d start early being it’s been getting so hot now with summer in full swing. He can’t work if it gets too hot.
So he called towards the window where he thought Mrs. Jones might be, but still no answer.
Well, nothing to do but start my job, he thought. He unloaded his truck with the tools he’d need, and started to sculpture the bushes and smaller trees that lined the yard. He thought about knocking again at the door, mainly because he wanted to make sure he was going to get paid for this job, but also because he could sure use a glass of something cold to drink. He wished he’d of thought of stopping somewhere and getting something, or bringing his thermos with cold water. Oh well, if this turned out to be a two day job he’d come prepared tomorrow. Finally the front door opened, and a beautiful woman in a bathing suit emerged from the house. “You must be Jones” The smiling woman spoke as she reached out her hand that held a very inviting and large glass of lemonade. Jones rushed over to the woman wiping his for head with his rag, and accepting the lemonade. “Yes mam, I am Jones, and very glad to see you at this moment. It’s so very hot out here. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to work in this heat today.” Stopping to gulp down the cool drink. “On not to worry Mr. Jones, I’m sure this job is going to take you more than a day, or even two. So you just work at a pace that suits you. I’ll leave a pitcher of this on the back porch, you just help yourself, ok?” She turned on her heel and wiggled back into the house. mmm mmm Jones watched her saunter back up the steps, that woman sure had a fine ass. Then he proceeded to gulp the last of the cool lemonade. After another hour Jones had made his way into the back yard area. He spotted the pitcher of lemonade and made a beeline for it straight away. Standing there he picked up the pitcher and just started drinking from it, leaving a long stream of the cool liquid running down his chin. Hearing a slight scream from inside the house, and another sound that sounds like a slap. He put the pitcher down, wiped his chin, and quietly moved closer towards the house. More slap sounds, and more squeals. There is a set of French style doors, and one is open just a bit. There is also a window open. He slithers up and peeks inside. There is Mrs. Johnson with her bathing suit bottom down around her ankles. She is on her hands and knees with her bottom facing Jones, and her eyes focused on the television. On the screen is a man with a woman over his knee. She is naked from the waist down and is kicking her high-heeled feet in the air as this man fully dressed is spanking her.  ( Home ) ( Girls Gallery ) ( Links ) ( Pricing ) ( Stories ) Jones can’t help but watch this scene unfold, and he also can’t help his hard dick that is now pressing against his pants. Mrs. Johnson has a belt in one hand, and is leaning around and whipping her own ass. She is really into it. Her bottom is all red right down the middle of both cheeks where the belt is striking her again and again. Each time her body shutters a bit, and she moans or cries out. Jones now has a raging hard on, and wants more than anything to go in there and give her a taste of his own belt, or maybe a taste of his cock. He takes his zipper down and starts to stroke his cock right there on the back porch while Mrs. Johnson whips her own ass. Mrs. Johnson whips harder and faster, the belt slapping it’s hard leather against her tender skin. Jones is stroking harder and faster, as he watcher her snap that belt across her bare ass that is facing directly at him. There is a faint buzzing sound and Jones discovers that Mrs. Johnson has had a vibrator in her pussy this entire time. Upon this discovery he really starts to pump his cock. Pre-cum is now dripping over his knuckles, and Mrs. Johnson is moaning and appears to be about ready to cum as she continues the assault on her own ass with the belt. Jones is definitely about to bust his load all over that back porch. That’s it, it finally happens. The two people on the television start to cum. He’s cumming all over her ass still all red from the spanking he gave her. Mrs. Johnson is wiggling like a fish out of water with her vibrator on high, and the hand holding the belt is flailing all over the place, as her orgasm shakes her down on her tummy. Jones splashes his cum all over the window, and his hand, his nuts clenching like tight fists, as he silently experiences one of his most intense orgasms ever. Just in time too, for now there is the sound of a car door closing from the front drive way. Quickly Mrs. Johnson pulls up her bathing suit bottoms, and turns off the television, rushes out of the room towards the front of the house. Jones takes his rag and wipes his cum from the window and zips up his pants. He heads back out towards the hedge he was trimming. The little old couple that lives next door and that had been watching him through the fence, walk back into their house hand in hand with grins on their faces. “How nice to see the Johnson’s have a new gardener. What happened to the last one again?” The old woman asks her husband with honest forgetfulness. “I believe he got caught with his pants down Gladys”. He answered with a chuckle. |
