Martha’s Garden Part 1
Pierre has a gardening company and he employs about 15 green thumbs that tend to the manicured gardens of some elite neighborhoods in the State of California. His other profession though is network marketing. It is where he had built for himself a means of financial independence. Some of his gardening clients also come from this pool, a pool as well where he often dives in for some clam.
Martha is one such client, her orchids are tended by Dave and Pierre tends to her bush from time to time. Martha is wealthy and a respected member of the community so her torrid rendezvous with Pierre are kept discreet. Often they meet at hotels where they book separate rooms and then meet up for some wild humping.
Martha first met Pierre at a charity auction hosted by Pierre’s network marketing company. Members of their group wanted to help Hurricane Andrew victims in South Florida, primarily those members they had who had lost their homes but also the rest of the 175,000 who were left homeless after the tragic storm.
She bid on a fine antique brooch set with old Dutch cut diamonds and seed pearls that Pierre graciously offered at $1000. By the end of the bidding Pierre’s old trinket fetched $3100 and was sold to Martha. Pierre congratulated Martha on the fierce battle she won bidding for the piece and thanked her for supporting their worthy cause. He then invited her for some champagne at the garden to celebrate her victory.
She was a fine woman, distinguished by her charm and elegance, common for a person of wealth and breeding. Sipping her champagne like royalty, Pierre was enamored by her beauty and her creamy white cleavage. The conversation was centered on the history of the brooch and how she was an avid collector of unusual pieces. Every time she spoke, his eyes locked on to her bee stung lips, and he would imagine them wrapped around his hard penis - sucking on it with great gusto.
Martha at this point began to notice his glances and the way he would space out as they talked. Maybe it was the champagne or her hidden devilish nature but she asked Pierre to take a walk with her amongst the orchids. He took her hand and escorted her like a gentleman as they walked in rows upon rows of orchids.
“Do you find me attractive?” she asked. Pierre responded, “Why, who would not find you attractive? Truth be told I have been smitten by your beauty and charm and I am certain it is not the champagne talking.” She kissed him tenderly at first and their lips and tongues began to wrestle. Their hands groped at their privates and soon they started taking each other’s clothes off.
More on their first encounter on the next post.
Japanese Adult Comic
Bruce sent me this some time ago and I rediscovered it in my stash so I am sharing it today.
Is it in you?
Going down the escalator I saw the lead architect’s son - Jihoon Bang, he was slightly taller than the driver, I’d say about 6’ 1”. He was a strapping young man who looked handsome in his black suit. I ran to meet him at the bottom of the escalator and I shook his hand. I asked him if he was not too annoyed with the flight being delayed and he said that he had experienced it a few times too many for it to upset him. “Shit happens, what can you do” he said with a slight Korean accent and a smile. We all walked to the car. I opened the back door for him and the driver took his bag to the trunk. I sat in the front seat and waited for the driver to get us underway. A moment later he put the car in gear and he headed for the hotel - he knew the drill. I told Jihoon that he would be meeting with his father for dinner later that night and that he should wear something less formal. Beer and street fare don’t exactly go with a suit.At the hotel I escorted him up to his room and told him we would be picking him up at 8:30. He had 5 hours to rest and prep for a night out on the town. I filed the report and I confirmed with his dad that we would be picking him up at 8:00 and his son at 8:30. The driver dropped me off at my apartment and he went home to rest. I barely had a few hours for me to prep and I had to take a shower. My nether regions were all sticky from that failed launch. I took my clothes off, grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, got a towel from the bedroom and went to the bathroom. I took a swig from my lemon-lime beverage and hopped in the shower. I turned on the shower jets full blast, it was a refreshing jolt. My nipples hardened as they got hit with the rushing cold water. I diverted the water over to a hand held shower head and blasted my sticky beaver to get it nice and fresh. I turned the water off and used some homemade scented body wash a friend gave me last summer. It was fragrant and made my skin soft and silky. I lathered up my bush and washed my crack, first the front and then the back. I made my way to my boobs and I went round and round in slow circles, paying special attention to my erect nips. I left no trace of skin uncleaned, now it was time to rinse those suds away. I took the hand held shower head and gently let it all go down the drain. An idea popped into my head as I got intimate with that shower head. I let it linger on my clit. I rubbed it on my gine’s folds. My juices were mixing with the water, my breathing became heavy and pretty soon I had my fingers dug in deep with the water stream working on my love button. I said to myself that even if the sky falls I am going to cum this time. I kept plugging away in and out. Two fingers, then three and I turned the pressure all the way up on that thing and targeted my peanut. It was happening, I am close, I was near climax when the water died all of a sudden. I was shocked and catatonic for a moment and I realized I had to salvage this and get that orgasm. I frantically fingered myself but it was useless. I even tried to shove that Gatorade bottle up there but the sparks had fizzled and I was left with an ache in my groin. Darn it all, maybe a nap would make me feel better.
Houston We Have A Problem
I am Sacha, a general services manager at a Korean construction firm. I am in charge of almost all aspects of the firm when it comes to getting things done, from permits to pencils, I am the go to girl. I was at the airport today waiting with my cardboard sign awaiting the arrival of the lead architect’s son - Jihoon Bang. His flight was delayed and things were getting boring so I called the driver and told him to take over for me. I gave him the sign and went to the car. My laptop was slightly warm when I placed it on my thighs and thought the driver used it again, he might have been as bored as I was. Sure enough, he was surfing the net with it and he was looking at some porn. Looking over at the previous pages he was viewing, I got a tingle in my kitty. The muscular men and their erect manhoods made me wet. I got enamored with this hunk named Peter, he was pumping this big-boobed hussy with his massive package. Rubbing my legs, I felt my snatch juicing up even more. I did a quick survey of the parking lot and it seemed quiet and deserted. I put the laptop on the dash and lifted my skirt. As I set the laptop back on my lap, my left hand went to work on my sopping slit. Peter was now doggy-hammering that girl, I wanted to be that gal getting her tits groped and getting rammed balls deep with his cock. Fingering my clit through my soaking panties wasn’t enough to get me to lift off so I slid my hand inside my cotton hipsters and my digits worked their way deep in my cunt. I was on the final countdown when the phone rang, it was the driver and he was on his way with our guest. Shit! I slammed the laptop shut and hurried to wipe the juices off with some tissue. I pulled down my skirt and composed myself and got out of the car to meet with the VIP.
