This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone, anywhere, anywhen is purely coincidental. This story involves sex between adult females (and maybe males. See how it goes...) If that's not your thing, or if it is illegal in any way, then stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy!
I continued to cast furtive glances over the boundary wall as I mowed the grass around the borders and hedges, rather taking my time over it. Although I could not see the woman clearly from this distance I could see that she was well-built and looked fit, as one would expect from a teacher of physical education. She jogged easily around the field during the somewhat chaotic football match, her hair bobbing up and down in a neat ponytail. The ball came hurtling towards the boundary several times and I was watching carefully and, if I was honest, hoping it would go over as this might present an opportunity to talk to this striking young woman. After ten minutes or so I was getting ready to move on as I had finished the mowing in that area and needed to swap back to the ride-on mower when my dreams were realised. A football came flying over the wall and landed about twenty feet away from me on the grass. I realised I wouldn't have cared if it had landed smack bang in the middle of the flowers, I thought guiltily as I hurried to pick up the football. I approached the wall as the blonde woman did the same from the other side.
"Hi there, lost a ball?" I said, grinning as I tossed it back towards her. She smiled back, radiantly it seemed to me, and thanked me.
"No problem," I replied, "I expect that happens a lot."
"Well, it's worse when we're playing tennis. The fences just don't seem to keep the balls in. Of course, I think some of the little angels hit them out on purpose, between you and me." She laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with her. She had an accent, perhaps French, which was music to my ears and made my knees go weak as I listened to her. I studied her face, watching how her eyes crinkled when she smiled, her cheeks flushed from running around. I wanted her, badly, and soon, but I couldn't think how on earth to ask her out right there and then, particularly as there was a bunch of kids standing waiting for her to return the ball to them.
"I - er - I hope you enjoy the game," I said lamely, my brain giving up on me for the moment. Then a brainwave struck. "Oh, I'm Chris, by the way, the new gardener."
"I'm Anna, a PE teacher, as you probably guessed. Well, it was nice to meet you."
"Bye," I replied, cursing inwardly at my ineptitude. I half-waved as she walked back towards the group of children, who had all stopped talking and were watching as their teacher had a conversation with the gardener. I shook my head and breathed out loudly. Next time, I thought, I will be better prepared.
"Hi Chris," came a voice from behind me, and I spun around, startled. It was Lady Dalton.
"Would you like anything else to eat?" she asked, shading her eyes from the sun. I replied that I was fine but thanked her for the offer. I wondered if she was like this with all her staff or just trying to make me feel welcome. I still had to go shopping for some food of my own, so maybe that was it. As I walked the mower back to the shed I saw her watching me all the way until I rounded the corner of the house. It could be my imagination but I got the distinct feeling that she was interested in more than my gardening skills.
That evening, after a frantic dash round Morrisons before it closed, I found myself yet again in the Fox and Hounds with Tom, who had only just got back to the village after a long day at work and was in a grumpy sort of mood.
"So let me get this straight," he began after taking a long drink of beer, "your new employer Lady what's-her-name fancies you, and you know this because she has been, in your words 'looking at you funny'. But you fancy this Anna woman who is a PE teacher and a gorgeous blonde to boot, but you know nothing more about her. Is that about right?"
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It all sounded ridiculous when put like that, and I suppose it was pretty ridiculous anyway. I was about to reply when something caught my eye, a blonde head emerging through the door of the pub. I prodded Tom's arm across the table.
"That's her," I whispered, "Anna. She must live in the village, or at the school maybe."
I couldn't believe my luck, another opportunity presenting itself so soon.
"What shall I do," I whispered to Tom, who sighed.
"For a start, stop whispering, she's over the other side of the pub and can't possibly hear us. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Talk to her, I suppose. But I need an excuse, I can't just go over and start talking to her, she'll think I'm, well, stupid or something."
Tom reached out and pressed a fiver into my hand.
"Just go to the sodding bar and get us another drink, will you?"
I nodded and stood rather too quickly, catching my leg on the side of the table and tipping over one of the pint glasses, luckily empty. Tom grabbed it before it could roll onto the floor and gave me a look of warning that clearly said 'be careful'. I composed myself then walked nonchalantly up to the bar where the landlord caught my eye and came over immediately.
"Same again?" he asked, pulling two pint glasses off a shelf above him. I nodded and glanced over at Anna. She didn't notice me at first and I was just about to say something (probably something not very clever) when she looked up and nodded towards me.
"Hello again, how're you?" she said, looking me directly in the eye. I shivered with pleasure as our eyes met, the pale blue of hers against my dark green. I must have looked dumbstruck as she smiled at me and carried on.
"How long have you been working for Lady Dalton? I haven't seen you before."
"Today was my first day, but I moved in at the weekend, to the bedsit on the West side, that's where I'm living, but I'm not from around here, I've just finished a PhD", I replied. I knew I was babbling but couldn't help it, that was the effect that this gorgeous woman had on me. To her credit, she pretended not to notice.
"A PhD, well that's interesting, what were you studying?"
The one topic I really did not want to get into, she goes and asks about. I took a deep breath to steady myself.
"Chemistry, it was boring really. So where are you from?" I asked, diverting the conversation away from my PhD, why I was here, what I was doing and the other myriad of questions that would have arisen.
"France, near Limoges originally but I've lived here for five years now. So my English is just about passable." She grinned at me again, then pointed across the bar. I stood still for a second, not knowing what she meant, then realised that the landlord had been waiting to be paid. I hastily shove the five pound note at him and apologised.
"Are you here on your own?" enquired Anna, peering over my shoulder towards the table we occupied in the corner. I couldn't believe my ears. Did she actually say that just then or was it my imagination. I realised she wanted an answer.
"No, I'm here with my friend Tom. Would you like to join us?" I asked, holding my breath and hoping. I kenw that if she were to sit with us, Tom would take the hint and leave shortly, and he was tired anyway so he wouldn't mind. I watched her face intently as she took a sip of her drink, it looked like a spirit with coke and a few pieces of ice swirling about at the top.
"Yes, that would be nice. Most of my friends are working tonight so I'm on my own." We picked up the drinks and made our way around to the table. Tom stood to allow me to squeeze past him into the corner whilst Anna took the seat I had previously occupied.
"Anna this is Tom, Tom this is Anna, she teaches PE at the school," I said by way of introduction.
We chatted for a while, the three of us, before Tom finally drained his pint and said his goodbyes as I had thought he would. He rose and exited through the front door, leaving us alone.
"So what made you come to England," I asked, leaning back on the bench. We were sitting not two feet away from each other and my nerves were tingling with exitement at being so close to Anna. She leaned back also and fiddled with her glass.
"I studied English and sport at University and I suppose it was the next natural step to come over here, I loved English and wanted to live and work over here, that's all there was to it really. And this job just came up as I was finishing my degree, so I applied and somehow got it!"
I nodded encouragingly, mainly because I didn't know what to say.
"So how come you ended up as a gardener, then, with a PhD and all?"
I knew these questions would come and I took a deep breath. Again I was struggling between honesty and if not lies then something pretty close to them.
"I wanted something different after being stuck in a lab for years, I guess. I like working with people or on my own, not with machines or computers, and I wanted to be outside, particularly at this time of year. So I applied for this job, and with Tom living here it didn't seem like I would be on my own."
"How come you don't want to do post-doctoral work?"
"I thought about it, but it wasn't right for me. I - I had a problem with my supervisor, she wasn't keen for me to continue working with her and I felt the same, so I left. It was the best thing for me to do at the time."
Anna shifted towards me slightly and laid one hand over mine. I could feel its warmth oozing into my skin and I felt jolt of electricity between my legs.
"I don't think you're telling me everything," she said softly, "but that's ok, I don't mind." She took her hand away and raised her glass. "Another," she asked, nodding at my almost empty pint glass. I nodded and she rose, taking my glass after I quickly finished my drink.
As we emerged into the night I felt a cool breeze on my face. It was as clear as it had been during the day and I could see hundreds of stars, tiny little pinpricks of light shining overhead, a constant reminder that the universe does not revolve around us even though sometimes it seems that way. Anna had linked arms with me and we strolled down the road together, an awkward silence between us. I wanted to ask her to stay with me, to sleep with me and hold me but the words just wouldn't come. She spoke first.
"It's beautiful tonight," she said simply, staring up at the stars and the bright half-moon. I tightened my arm around hers.
"It could get better," I said hopefully. She stopped and turned to face me. Before I could say anything more she bent forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, then stood back. I couldn't help glancing around to see if anyone was watching.
"It certainly could," whispered Anna, placing her arms on my shoulders and drawing me closer. I put my arms around her and we kissed again, harder and longer this time, tongues probing deeply and lips pressed hard together. I thought the moment would never end but she broke off again and looked into my eyes.
"I want to come back to your place," she said, direct and to the point as she had been all night. My breath caught in my throat and I tried to speak but failed. I kissed her again then pulled her to my side as I started walking down the narrow road towards the manor house. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I was glad that it was.
We stumbled up the stairs to the bedroom, hardly taking our hands off each other. I wanted her as much as I had done earlier that day when I first saw her and it was now like a burning hunger inside me. We didn't waste time, pulling off our clothes as we kissed passionately and settling down onto the bed. I pulled her naked body against me, wanting to feel all of her, to touch her and smell her. She stroked the back of my neck as we kissed, somehow knowing my most sensitive spot. I caressed her shoulders and arms, feeling the soft suppleness of her skin, bringing my hand around to her breast and stroking it gently. She pushed towards me, wanting more, and I squeezed her nipples with my fingers then moved my hands all over her breasts. I drew her closer and slipped a nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking as she moaned slightly. I moved my tongue in circles now, slowly teasing her erect nipple as I rolled her onto her back.
My hand moved downwards, over her light pubic hair, fondling her as I kissed her breasts and neck. She was breathing harder now and I knew she was ready. I slipped my fingers between her womanly lips, feeling the wetness there, and slowly ran my fingers down her slit. It was warm and lovely and I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes. It had been a long time since I had wanted someone so much. With my finger I touched the tip of her clitoris then stroked downwards, repeating this slowly as Anna writhed underneath me. I took over with the other hand and slipped a finger inside her easily, carefully moving it in and out to the same rhythm as I was stroking her. I could sense her building pleasure and it was turning me on almost as much. Curling my finger up inside her I felt her stiffen as I hit that sweet spot inside, and she moaned again, louder this time. I rubbed her clit up and down and side to side and in circles, thrusting with my other hand until finally her legs kicked out in spasms and she cried out softly, her body stiffening with waves of pleasure. I carried on until her final gasp and she lay limp on the bed. I snaked my arms around her and lay holding her, my head against hers. I kissed her softly.
"Thank you," she said, turning he head to face me and kissing me gently on the lips. She began to fondle my breasts and I pushed them downwards, wanting to feel her inside me like I had been inside her. She smiled and kissed me on the lips, then traced downwards over the swell of my breasts and stomach . She stopped briefly and looked at me, and I nodded hungrily. Her lips moved downwards, her tongue found my clitoris and began working it quickly. She knew I was close and I clenched my fists as I could feel the orgasm welling up from deep within. She entered me with her fingers, first one then two and found my g-spot as the thrust in and out, faster and faster whilst expertly caressing my clit. I was ready to come and I arched my back, pushing towards her even harder as she slid in deeper and sucked me, running her tongue over the sensitive nerves. I gasped and my body shook as I came, and it was a good one. For a minute I silently shook as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure took over my body, washing away the strains of the day in the most delightful way. I lay still when I had finished, my breathing returning to normal. We lay entwined in each others arms for what seemed like hours until we finally drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I was alone. There was a note in front of the kettle, written artfully in lipstick on a torn-off piece of cereal box. I hadn't got around to having a notepad and pen out yet as they were still in one of the couple of boxes I hadn't unpacked. I read the note quickly, short as it was.
"Dear Chris, thanks for a wonderful night. See you soon, Anna."
Well, that didn't tell me much, did it? See you soon? Like, see you tonight for more fantastic sex, or see you next week and we'll have a pint together? I screwed up the note in frustration and tossed it into the small bin I had picked up from Morrisons yesterday. There was no way I could call her as we hadn't exchanged numbers, and I suspected that was quite deliberate on Anna's part, a don't-find-me-I'll-find-you sort of situation. I mulled it over whilst I showered and dressed, a light green polo shirt with faded jeans that had leather patches on the knees, extremely useful when I would be kneeling for most of the day weeding the borders. Maybe I would take an old blanket out as well, I thought, not being good with tolerating pain. My parents always used to give me a battered old pillow to kneel on to protect my young knees, I remembered wistfully. It seemed like so long ago it was almost painful to recall the good times. My parents were still alive, but we barely spoke. Email had made the contact somewhat more frequent but you could hardly call it conversation. It seemed we had little to say to each other.
I approached the house apprehensively as I had not been inside since the tour and would have trouble remembering which parts were off limits. The locked parts, I supposed, grinning to myself. I walked up to the kitchen entrance and slipped through the open door. A maid was standing hunched over the sink, though she appeared stationary and was startled when I spoke.
"Where can I find Lady Dalton, please?"
The maid spun round hurriedly then seemed to visibly relax as she saw it was me and not the cook.
"She'll be in her rooms, packing. She's going on a business trip today for a few days."
She was a pretty little thing, a little pale like she spent too much time indoors, which she probably did. I was grateful yet again that my job took me outside. The maid had a fair complexion, small features and short, pale blonde hair that gave her an elfin appearance. She could not have been much more than sixteen, I assessed. I thanked her for her help and asked where I could find Lady Dalton's quarters.
"Oh, they're in the East wing but you'd be better waiting in the drawing room at the front, that's where she piles up the things she will take with her and the driver collects them from there and puts them in the car."
She said all that without taking a breath, I realised as she gasped a little on finishing. Eager to please, I thought as I regarded her again, standing rigidly before me, hands clasping and unclasping. I decided to be kind to the girl.
"Hey, relax, I'm not your boss! If you caught me not working, you wouldn't tell, would you?"
She shook her head.
"Right, so I won't tell on you either. Say, you wouldn't have any food handy, would you?"
The maid nodded quickly and scurried off to the fridge where she emerged with half a joint of ham and a tub of butter. She set them down on the side, thrust a knife at me then extracted some crusty bread from a huge silver-coloured bread bin on a shelf. Then she stood still again as if waiting for my approval.
"This is great, thanks, I'll just make myself a quick sandwich then I'll be off". The maid nodded again and disappeared. I made my sandwich and returned the ingredients to their respective homes and munched the sandwich as I walked out of the kitchen door and round the outside of the house to the front. I would never have found my way through the house and would probably have ended up being caught in a forbidden room.
I found Lady Dalton in the drawing room, lugging a suitcase across the floor to join a small pile of bags by the door.
"Just in time," she gasped, "give me a hand with this, will you."
I took hold of the other side and together we carried over to the door. She let go and relaxed, panting.
"You've no idea how far I've just dragged that thing, she gasped. "Every year I say I'll get one with wheels on, but I never get around to it! So, what can I do for you? Is everything ok for you in the bedsit?"
I hurriedly assured her that everything was fine, before she offered to have the place ripped apart and rebuilt to my liking.
"I just wanted to talk to you about the borders. Er, that's what I'm working on today and tomorrow and I wondered if you had any preference for the types of flowers I put in there. Also, I would like to plant a herb garden, there's some space by the greenhouses if that's ok with you, then we will have fresh herbs to eat."
I stopped before I found myself rambling again. Lady Dalton reached forward suddenly and ruffled my hair, an odd gesture but warming nonetheless.
"You may proceed as you see fit, Dr. Jones," she said seriously, then burst out laughing.
"What - what's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, you're just so sweet," she replied, her laughter making her eyes water. She looked much younger than I had guessed her to be - I find that laughing tends to do that to people. She also looked very cute, dressed in a dark trouser suit with a waistcoat and stylishly-cut jacket
"No, but really, I will leave it up to you, that's what I'm paying you for. I will only interfere in the really big decisions, like if you want to build another greenhouse or chop a load of trees down. Don't worry about what I think, I trust you."
She patted my cheek twice and, still chuckling, disappeared out of the room. I stood still for a minute, wondering what had just happened. There was a familiarity in Lady Dalton's gestures that simply shouldn't be there and was bordering on the inappropriate, however I did not dislike it. My heart was warming up to this woman, more each time I saw her, and it was probably for the best that she would be away for a few days. I could get stuck into my work and see what was happening with Anna without having to worry about Lady Dalton for the time being.
Most of the borders I would be working on were to the North and West of the house, where I would have a clear view of the school's playing fields and tennis courts and could keep an eye out for Anna. She was bound to surface there at some point, I decided, after all it was her job and they couldn't be doing PE indoors with this beautiful weather. I collected the necessary tools from the shed and got to work.
The maid from this morning appeared just after noon with lemonade and a toasted cheese-and-onion sandwich. I was ready for lunch and thanked her profusely. I learned that her name was Emily and that she was seventeen, taking a year off before starting her 'A' levels. I was not surprised to learn that she had attended the school next door, her parents were both solicitors who worked in London so she had boarded throughout her school years. She struck me as a bright young woman if a little timid, though that wore off as we talked more. When I had finished my sandwich I thanked her again and asked for how long Lady Dalton said I should be provided with lunches.
"She said to bring you lunch every day but that you would be getting your own dinner," replied Emily, frowning. "Is that not right?"
"Yes," I replied, "That's great, thanks. Saves me having to break off to get myself something ready. You make a great toastie," I added, and Emily flushed with pride. Here was one who thrived on praise but doesn't get a lot of it, I thought.
"I thought tomorrow I could make an omelette if you like, cheese, bacon and mushroom," she managed to get out.
"Sounds great, but no mushrooms, cheers, I've always hated the things"
"Ok," replied Emily, flashing me a quick smile and trotting off back to the house with tray in hand.
Several hours later my knees were hurting, my back ached and my hand felt like they had been through a meat grinder. I stood up wearily and stretched, unfolding all the muscles that had cramped up whilst I had been weeding and planting for the best part of the day. I couldn't do any more, but I had got a lot done, I thought with satisfaction. Tomorrow I would start with the herb garden, then have a look at all the trees and see how big a job cutting them back was going to be. I had a feeling I would need help with that as I do not trust myself with a chainsaw. I envisaged flying limbs and severed arteries whenever my eyes fell on a power tool. I didn't even like electric screwdrivers. I smiled to myself at how pathetic I was, but I was too old to get over this fear now, and besides I was way too clumsy to use them anyway. I put the tools away neatly (the shed had been kept in pristine neatness by Jack and I was keen to continue this) and headed for the shower. As I was just about to open my door I saw a movement in the field by the tennis courts. A group of girls were trooping down to the courts, all swinging their tennis rackets in excitement. Behind them came a figure that I couldn't yet make out but who looked like Anna, carrying a basket full of tennis balls. The evening might prove interesting after all. It was past four o'clock, so this must be an after-school activity, I surmised. I went inside and quickly showered and changed.
I was wearing a blue cotton shirt with khaki shorts which showed off my shapely legs. They were a little pale and I vowed to wear shorts from now on whilst I was working, aside from the dreaded weeding of course. I cracked open a bottle of beer and went out onto my little patio. I had brought a couple of plastic chairs and a small table with me and they were sitting on the patio outside my door. Unfortunately, the sun was now over the other side of the house so the patio was in shade. I could have pulled the table out onto the grass where the sun still shone but I decided to leave it. I settled into a chair and watched Anna - for it was her - as she watched and instructed the girls. Within ten minutes there were three tennis balls on my side of the wall. I contemplated throwing them back but decided to wait until Anna came to fetch them. I was disappointed when she sent one of the kids instead.
"Hi there, can we have our balls back please?" she called out over the wall.
I put my beer down and wandered over, picking up the balls as I went.
"Here you go, kid" I said, placing the balls in her outstretched arms. "Say, I couldn't have a word with your teacher, could I?"
The girl looked at me with a lopsided expression. It looked like a "why" was forming on her lips, then she thought better of it, nodded and skipped off. I waited, calm on the outside but with my insides churning. I felt like I could be sick. Then I watched as Anna spoke to the girl then looked over at me. I waved, Anna said something else to the girl then exited the courts through a gate in the tall fence and walked down to me.
"What's this about, Chris, I'm in the middle of a lesson," she said sharply. I felt stung.
"I wanted to talk to you but you didn't give me your number, " I said, feeling rather hurt.
"Look, it was one night, I'm not sure what I want to do yet."
Her voice then softened slightly.
"I do like you a lot, ok, but I'm working now and the kids will be watching. You know what kids are like, anything they pick up will be all over the school in a matter of hours. I'll see you later, it's the quiz at the Fox and Hounds, we'll team up, ok?"
I nodded and smiled, feeling mollified if still a little put out at her initial outburst. I felt like a naughty kid.
"Sounds good, I'll see you there at eight. Just tell the kids I was complaining about all the balls on my borders that I've just planted," I grinned.
She eyed me thoughtfully.
"You know, I think I will," she replied. "Enjoy your afternoon."
I decided to use my vibrator early that evening to get me in the mood. The noise didn't worry me any more as I found out from Emily that it was the library that bordered onto my room and it was hardly used, Lady Dalton preferring the study to read, and in any case she wasn't there tonight. I lay on my bed, feeling the breeze from the window caress my hot skin. It was warm still as the sun had not yet set, it was only seven o'clock. Plenty of time, I thought, as I ran my hands over my breasts, pinching the nipples slightly ad I cupped them in my hands. I lifted one of them to my lips and licked all around the nipple as it became erect and I could feel myself becoming aroused. I moved to the other nipple, my skin damp with sweat as the room was warm and muggy. I had a confused picture in my head of Anna and Lady Dalton and the two seemed to merge together as I slipped my hands down to my crotch. I was wet with anticipation as I slipped a tentative finger inside, then two fingers as I slipped them slowly in and out. My other hand swirled around my sensitive area before resting lightly on my clit which was swollen and red. I lazily stroked it, first on one side then the other, feeling my arousal building already. I pictured Anna, naked as she was last night with her pert breasts pointing upwards as I licked and touched her.
I reached over to my nightstand and picket up my long, thick vibrator. Pushing it inside me I took it all at once, used to the comfortable full feeling as I moved it back and forth. Still manipulating my clit I continued slowly and gently for a few minutes, breathing deeply and relaxing as I got into the rhythm.
When I felt my orgasm start to build I withdrew the vibrator and switched it on, a buzzing sound filling the room. I was too far gone to think about the noise and wonder if anyone was in the library, perhaps a maid dusting it, a naked maid wearing noting but a hair clip as she dusted the old books and polished the shelves. I placed the tip of the vibrator onto my clit and immediately the feeling of passion began to overwhelm me. I kept it still as it buzzed, sending jolts of pleasure through my nerves all the way up my spine and to the tips of my fingers. I heard myself moan as it overtook me, I bucked and thrashed with a massive orgasm. After, I lay gasping for breath, the hot air providing no relief. As my juices ran out I dipped my fingers in and raised them to my lips. For a minute I was still, savouring the feeling of total relaxation. It was bliss. Then, seeing the time on my clock I slowly climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. I didn't want to be late for my meeting with Anna.