Kat’s Garden Delight

I was annoyed with myself.

I stood in a home improvement center’s parking lot, on a Saturday morning, waiting for my new boss, Kurt, to arrive. I was all set for her to put me to work doing chores for her personal home improvement project.

The day before I had foolishly agreed to haul a load of gardening material for her.

At my corporate job interview with Kurt the previous day, she’d taken notice that I drove a pickup truck. She leveraged her position as the corporate gatekeeper of my new high-tech employer to impose on me. For the sake of ingratiating myself to my new boss I gave in to her suggestion that I devote several hours of my personal time working on her home project. Kurt played me. She was now officially more than an hour late. So I felt even more put-out. Every passing minute churned my inner annoyance to new levels.

I didn’t have anything better to do but that’s not the point. I was starting off on the wrong foot with Kurt. Now my new boss would feel free to take advantage of my good nature whenever she wanted. I was a total pushover. I’d let women walk all over me for as long as I can remember. At 25 I’ve never had an actual girlfriend, just girls who wanted me as a ‘friend’ friend. At various times it seemed like ‘friend’ was girl-code for ‘personal flunky’ or ‘Automatic Teller Machine’ or usually both.

Once Kurt got it into her head how huge of a chump I was I would be in big trouble.

Suddenly something happened that stopped my negative train of thought in its tracks.

An elegant woman stepped from her Lexus luxury sedan and walked toward the nursery entrance where I paced. This was the last place I’d expect to find a hot Cougar on the prowl. My poor attitude suddenly vanished.

The very sight of her long lean classically mature and highly feminine body caused me to brighten up and snap to attention.

She had the tall height of a runway model. Her blonde hair was styled in a smart bob and she sported a sleek pair of designer shades. Her body was so fit and tight that she looked incredible while simply wearing a white cotton tank top with tight jeans. She cut a striking figure. The raised seam of her perfectly fitting jeans ran straight and true down the side of her leg; creating the illusion her legs were longer and slimmer than humanly possible. A pair of nude patent leather stiletto pumps put the finishing touch on her style. Those heels really clinched it for me. Her confident cat-like strut in those sexy shoes made my cock hard and set my insides quivering.

She scanned the area as though she were looking for something, or someone. Then her eyes locked on me with what seemed liked a look of recognition. She ambled over and asked me, “Are you Kurt’s boy?”

I should have been insulted. Instead I answered her, ”Yes, Maam. I am.”

“Call me that again and I’ll slap you,” she told me. “I’m Katrina, not Maam. Call me Kat.”

Obediently, I answered, “Yes, Kat.”

“You’re a big strong boy,” she said, appraising me. “Kurt told me you weren’t much to look at. I suppose she was talking about your plain looking face. But, as I always say, looks aren’t everything.” Kat sidled around behind me while smoothing her hands along the slope of my shoulders and sliding them down to my triceps. “You’re built for hard work. I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for young men with strong backs.” She snuggled up close behind me and whispered into my ear, “That’s a damned fine ass you’ve got there,” as she palmed a handful of my ass cheek and squeezed it tightly.

I froze like a deer in the headlights. I felt as weak and helpless as Bambi. Kat had me at her mercy and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

Kat let loose of me, came around, and stood before me. “Do you have a name or should I keep on calling you Kurt’s Boy?”

It took me a moment to find my voice.

“I’m Joe,” I said.

“Kurt told me that, I’m sure, but I must have forgotten,” she said. “I’m her next door neighbor. She’s loaning me the use of that muscular body of yours for the day. I plan to wear it out in every way I can think of. If you have a problem with that you’d better let me know right now and we’ll call it off. If you quit on me later I’ll be very upset with you. I’ll be forced to tell Kurt you’re not able to keep your commitments.”

Her undercurrent of vague sexuality scared me. I wasn’t afraid of being sexually preyed upon, I was afraid of disappointing her. Kat seemed to have high expectations for me.

“There will be no problem,” I said, adding, “I like you.”

Kat got a mean look on her face for passing judgement on her as being likable. After all, I was just a day laborer on loan. Where did I get the nerve to think she cared whether I liked her or not? Her mock anger was just a pose. She softened up and said, “To tell you the truth, Joe, I like you too.” She gave me a wink and said, “Now let’s put you to work.”

We made a hell of a sight meandering among the gardening supplies as Kat, looking impeccable in stiletto heels, supervised her hired man loading sundry items on a flatbed pushcart.

She purchased twenty bags of topsoil, various plants, some gardening implements, and I loaded it all into the back of my pickup truck. I followed her in my truck as she drove to her home.

Kat recently had her backyard deck remodeled. Now she wanted me to dig new flowerbeds and place a small tree and a few rose bushes at designated points around the yard to spruce it up.

I worked while Kat supervised me from her lounge chair beside her pool where she read a trashy novel. She sipped a cool drink and looked gorgeous in a red string bikini and matching stiletto pumps.

As I toiled in the hot sun, whenever my endurance lagged, I’d steal a glance at her and feel revived.

After we’d been there an hour or so Kat said, “Joe, come here, now.”

I hurried to her side and eyed her sexy body at close range.

“Wipe the drool off your face, then get me a refill.” She handed me her empty glass.

I went over to where a pitcher of iced beverage sat on a patio table. When I returned with her drink she asked, “Didn’t you get yourself a cold drink?”

I told her I hadn’t because she hadn’t told me I could. She quietly laughed. “My you’re an obedient soul, aren’t you? But you’re sweating up a storm. Take that shirt off.” I removed my shirt as Kat got to her feet and picked up a towel. She wiped the dripping sweat from my bare shoulders and back and made me stand up straight as she thoroughly wiped the towel down my glistening chest and abs.

“Feel how heavy this is,” she said, holding out the sweat soaked towel. “There must be five pounds of sweat in there. You need to stay hydrated.”

She looked relieved when I told her I’d taken several drinks from the garden hose.

“Thank god,” she said. “I’d hate to have you collapse on me before we got the chance to have some fun together.” Kat put her hands on my six-pack, and sighed. “What would your girlfriend say if she heard me talking like this and feeling up your body?”

I told her, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Are you seriously telling me this hot body of yours is totally going to waste?” she asked. She pulled me toward her by my waistband while running her other hand over my chest, and down my abs, before finally cupping the crotch of my trousers and adding, “Even this is going to waste?”

I balked momentarily.

“No one’s ever said it like that, but yes, I guess it is,” I told her.

“What about your coworker friend, Kurt? She seemed to harbor lustful thoughts about using your body.”

Apparently Kurt hadn’t explained our relationship very well.

“Oh, Kurt, she’s my new boss,” I said. “We interviewed just yesterday, in fact. I get the feeling she’s testing to see if I’m really a team player like I said I was. I told her I was the type of employee that’s willing to go above and beyond the call of duty. I think that’s why she asked me to work for her today on my day off for free as a favor. It was a test to see if I really meant what I said.”

“She’s your boss?” Kat asked. “That’s odd. I was under the impression she worked as a summer intern for a social media conglomerate. She told me she had just finished her first year at college. I could see letting her screen prospective employees as part of the interview process but I’m surprised she has final authority to hire people.

“One thing is sure,” Kat said. “You aren’t working today for free. I’m paying Kurt $500 for your services. Technically it’s for manual labor. The other fun stuff I have planned is more like a sexy gratuity for your fine work. If you get my meaning.” Here she tugged at the front of my belt for emphasis. Absolutely, I got her meaning.

“Be that as it may,” Kat continued. “I feel certain that girl has something shady going on in her mind. Maybe she will split the money with you.” Kat paused dubiously. “But I wouldn’t bet on it.”

I didn’t care if I got paid or not. I didn’t care too much whether I actually landed a job, though I have to say I would feel duped if I didn’t. Right now the only thing I cared about was spending quality time with Kat. I felt her sexy teasing must be empty talk. There is no way a stunning lady like her would get seriously sexual with a shy guy like me, and I was okay with that. Believe it or not I counted just hanging out with Kat as super quality time in my book.

I was done with landscaping; all I had left to do was the clean-up. Then Kat called out for another drink.

As usual I rinsed off with the hose and wiped dry before handling her glass. So I was fairly clean as I set Kat’s drink beside her.

“You know what I like about the fence I have?” Kat asked, rhetorically. “No one can see us here.” Despite the fact she had houses on every side of her yard, her tall ivy covered privacy fence shielded us from direct sight-lines.

“You know what I like about this bikini bottom?” Kat threw a leg over the side of her lounge chair. “It’s a fast-food window,” Kat said, as she slid the tiny patch of bikini fabric to one side. Her tastefully trimmed bush, glistening slit and all, stared back at me. “Are you feeling hungry, Joe?” she asked.

I went down on her right there in broad daylight. Right in her back yard. Kat barely got the words out of her mouth before I tasted her sweet wet pussy melting in my mouth.

The way her body responded to the warmth of my wet lick was incredible. Kat writhed and cooed as I ate her out. She placed her hand on the crown of my head as I tongued her luscious slit and she palmed my head in place as she gradually bent forward like a slowly coiling mainspring.

The coiling stopped a moment as her entire body quirked in three sharp jerks. I thought Kat would levitate off her chair as she trembled in shimmering orgasm, flailing her legs in the air and grasping me hard in an effort to ground her feelings on something stable.

Kat fell back in her lounge chair. She quickly lifted my face off her pussy using both her hands, gripping my hair. It took a moment for her to stop trembling.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

“Oh god no,” Kat cried. “It fucking just got so damned intense there for a second.” She took a few quick breaths to settle herself down. “It was too much pleasure to process. I’m fine now. Keep doing like you were doing. I’ll tell you when you should stop. Holy christmas did that ever feel so good.”

When I resumed going down on her, Kat became more relaxed and laid back. The dreamy look on her face made me feel like a champion lover. I plied my tongue to loosely probing her sensitive slit, patiently urging her swollen clit, moving her closer and closer toward another fine climax.

I watched her face change shape with each subtle movement I orally conveyed.

The way her eyebrow knit together in a furrowed knot as titillation built itself inside her drove me crazy. I loved the big open ‘O’ that formed on her lips as the erotic pull of our efforts paid off and coaxed her into another bursting orgasm.

I continued going down until her vaginal zone was weak with fatigue from cumming so hard. That’s what Kat said afterward, at least. I actually believe her.

Kat went in the house as I cleaned the tools and tidied the yard. It didn’t take very long.

I went inside and found Kat rummaging through a bedroom closet pulling out men’s clothes and tossing them on a bed.

“These are some of my husband’s things,” she said. “They ought to fit you close enough. You’ll have a clean shirt and pants when you get out of the shower. You won’t need underwear. I want quick access to that young cock of yours anyway.”

“Wait,” I said. “You are married? You never said you are a married woman.”

“I’m a widow,” Kat said. “He’s been gone two years now.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“That’s all right, I’ve adjusted to it,” Kat said. “We didn’t have the greatest marriage to begin with anyway.”

“I mean I’m sorry for thinking you were cheating on him,” I said, stupidly. I immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say.

“What cheating are you talking about?” she asked, perplexed. “I let a timid celibate like yourself go down on me for a little thrill and you call that cheating? That’s what I call charity. I was planning to fuck you raw like a grown man. Now that would be cheating if I were married. Which I’m not, by the way. Maybe you should just leave. You seem to think you’re too good for me.”

I tried to protest but she shut me down.

“I will not stand for insults from the likes of you,” Kat snarled. “You let Kurt, this little snot-nose college-girl diva, treat you like a low rent escort service, selling your body to the nearest taker, and you’ve got the nerve to get self-righteous with me?”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I am terribly, terribly sorry. Kat, you are easily the single greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m blown away that you even let me serve you drinks while sunning yourself by the pool. I’d have paid $500 just to wait on you all day. You’re an incredibly gorgeous woman and I treasure the fact I actually ate your pussy. Please can I stay?”

My apology seemed to have an effect on Kat. Her tension eased.

“Go take a shower and I’ll think about it,” she said.

I quickly got in the shower before she could change her mind.

I had just soaped up a good lather and rinsed off my accumulated sweat and grime when Kat entered the shower with her amazingly naked body.

She kissed me apologetically and said she realized, after she thought about it, that she’d told me ‘these are my husband’s clothes’ using the present tense. No wonder I thought she was still married, she said. She took me in her arms and hungrily made-out with me. She stuffed her wet tongue sloppily into my mouth, deeply probing my oral cavity, which was still steeped in the precious flavor of her orgasm. We traded tongues while she pressed her breasts against my chest.

My cock quickly achieved full erection, wedged between our torsos. Kat took my hard cock in her hand and expertly worked me off as we made-out. Using a slick hair product for lubrication, Kat made a fist around my shaft and worked her hand rhythmically up and down, pumping my stone-hard cock.

She teased the tip of my penis back and forth through the loose lips of her pussy with a deft swipe and released it just as my climax hit. I rutted my cock on her belly and shot my semen against her taut hot body. It was the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experienced. I practically shoved my tongue down her throat in appreciation.

“We needed that,” she told me a moment later. “It’s my insurance policy against early ejaculation for when I do actually fuck you. Otherwise you’d probably reach climax too quickly and fucking really piss me off.”

I nearly leaped for joy at the thought of it.

After the shower I dressed in Kat’s husband’s old dress pants, with a fine leather belt, and monogrammed shirt and Kat splashed me with a slap of his old cologne via a wet smack on both cheeks. She threw on a light cotton sundress and nothing else.

Kat told me to fetch a bottle of fine wine from the rack in her pantry and directed me to uncork it and pour her a glass. I was not allowed to have a glass. Wine that special would be wasted on a naive youngster like me, she said. She was right. I rarely drank alcohol of any kind.

Kat put some cool jazz on her sound system and while she sipped wine I cooked dinner for her.

I knew how to cook but that really didn’t matter in this case. Kat dictated every phase of meal preparation for me to follow. She felt like having chicken fettuccini in olive oil with garlic and fresh herbs.

It was strictly a two burner stove top operation: one burner for boiling pasta and one to sauté chicken strips in oil with garlic, mushrooms, and Kat’s fresh herbs sprinkled in. So it was a simple assignment.

Whether or not it was Kat’s conscious intention she created an amazing life-changing scenario for me. By denying me a glass of wine, and dictating my every movement from her perch on a stool in the kitchen, Kat strictly impressed on me my role as her submissive boy toy. She set hard rules for me to follow. She firmly exerted control over me as she’d done every minute since the start of our day together.

The key is that, unbeknownst to her, Kat’s power over me enabled me to fulfill my wildest dream. Cooking dinner for a girl is exactly the kind of romantic evening I’d wish I could pull off if I had the social skills and confidence to give it a try. Cooking dinner for a gorgeous woman like Kat was beyond the range of my imagination. There is no possible universe I could ever imagine where that might happen. Yet it was happening, thanks to Kat (and partially Kurt, too, I guess).

Kat, in effect, created a guided visualization of my ideal romantic evening and, in no uncertain terms, directed me to bring it to life. It was magical.

At one point Kat sauntered up behind me while I cooked and wrapped her arms about my waist as we stood in front of the stove. With both of us standing barefoot Kat was still a few inches taller than me. She bent to nibble on my ear and cooed, “Who’s my bitch, Joe? Are you my bitch? Is Joe my little bitch?” There was no need to answer. I’d be Kat’s little bitch for as long as she let me.

When the entrée was just about ready Kat went to her bedroom to change for dinner. I set the table with a white linen tablecloth, fine china, and candlelight. Then I plated her meal.

Kat returned wearing a little black dress, sheer black thigh highs, and black patent leather stilettos. She was stunning.

We shared a quiet meal by candlelight, as soft music played, and I told her how lucky I felt in that moment to be alive.

After dinner we retired to the sofa for coffee.

Within minutes Kat was kissing me. Sweetly at first, then more and more passionately.

Before I realized what was happening Kat had straddled my thighs and knelt in my lap. She looked down on me, meaningfully, and held my gaze as she slid first one, then the other, of her little black dress’s spaghetti strap’s off her shoulders. Baring her succulent breasts.

I’d seen them before as we showered but now she offered them for me to kiss and suckle. She slipped a finger into the wetness of her slit and dabbed the resulting juice in circles around her nipples. I was lost in the wonder of Kat’s sweet pussy-flavored bosom.

Her little black dress lay in a circle around her tiny waist.

I didn’t notice her reaching down and undoing my pant’s zipper until after she’d taken a firm grasp of my hard cock and guided it into her dripping vagina.

As Kat sank slowly down the length of my hard-on I silently screamed with joy.

“I fucking told you I’d fuck you silly, didn’t I, Joe?” she taunted me.

“Yes,” I said, with all my might. “Yes, you did.”

Kat gathered her dress, lifted it over her head, and flung it off in one quick motion. There was no use letting it get soiled by our lovemaking.

In just her thigh high stockings and heels, Kat soul-kissed me deeply while grinding her hips onto my cock. I massaged her lower back as she twerked her bottom in a tight rhythm.

Soon she stopped kissing to concentrate on fucking. Resting her forearms on my shoulders, she leaned into me, while bucking her hips wildly, driving us both toward orgasm. We came in a shared eruption of pure bliss. That’s the last thing I remembered as the work of the day and Kat’s hot sex finally took its toll on my body. I fell asleep right there on the sofa.

The next morning I was awakened by Kurt. She was shaking me. “Wake up,” she said. “Let’s get out of here before Mom wakes up.” Apparently, Kat and I had left the patio doorwall open and Kurt walked right in.

Groggily, I let myself be led next door to Kurt’s house.

It bothered me that Kurt referred to Kat as ‘Mom’. She meant it as an insult, as though being old enough to be our Mom meant Kat was ancient, or something. I should have countered her insult and defended Kat but I was still half-asleep. I actually had no idea why I let myself be taken away by Kurt. I should have stayed at Kat’s house and crawled into bed with her. I could have eaten her pussy for breakfast.

Kurt and I sat on her sofa. She pawed my body and sniffed the clothes I was wearing and nuzzled my neck.

“Oh my god,” she said. ”You look and smell like a real man dressed in nice clothes like that. Those are Kat’s husband’s old clothes. I recognize the monogrammed shirt. She must have kept all his things shut away in an airtight box. The scent of him is still on them.”

I didn’t register what was happening. Kurt was almost talking to herself.

“I had a mad crush on that handsome man,” Kurt confessed. “When I close my eyes you seem just like him.” Kurt closed her eyes and kissed me deeply. I hadn’t brushed my teeth. The last thing I ate was pasta full of garlic. I expected Kurt to gag but she didn’t. If she tasted garlic she didn’t mention it.

“You went down on Kat, didn’t you?” Kurt asked. “I can taste her.”

She must have tasted Kat’s flavor that I sucked from her breasts the night before but I didn’t say anything

“I still dream of going down on her husband,” Kurt said. Then she went down on me.

I was too surprised, and excited, to protest. For some reason I felt I should protest, though I don’t really know why. Before I met Kat I would have been ecstatic at the thought of any girl going down on me. Especially a hot young girl like Kurt. Now I felt guilty. I was cheating on Kat.

Kurt gave great head and very quickly I was ready to cum.

“I want it in my face,” she said, as she aimed my pulsing cock directly at herself. My semen splattered her cheeks, covered her chin and plastered her smile. She had my cum in her hair, too.

When Kurt stood up I assumed she was heading for the bathroom to clean up. Except she was walking the wrong way. She went out her back door. She was going over to Kat’s.

It took me a few moments to register what was going on. Then I had to pull up my trousers and zip up. By the time I caught up with Kurt she was standing on the patio deck in Kat’s backyard banging on Kat’s glass doorwall.

Just as I ran up, Kat opened the door. She took one look at Kurt, grinning through my dripping semen, then shot a horrified look at me, and she slammed the door in our faces and went back inside.

“I guess Kat’s not what you would call a team player,” Kurt said, “That selfish hag must want you all to herself. What a fucking Cunt.”

I wanted to punch Kurt in the mouth so hard. Instead I went home and stayed in my bed all day. And for the next several days. I was too depressed to leave the house.

Kurt actually had the gall to call me Monday morning and ask why I never showed up for work at my nonexistent job. Kat was right. Kurt had no authority to hire me. There was no job. She just liked pranking people. It was fun to her. Apparently, actual interning was really boring.

Kat became involved by pure coincidence. Kat had asked if Kurt knew of any college kids that wanted to earn money landscaping her backyard. So when Kurt saw my pickup she devised her plan on the spot.

She told Kat I was a shy guy who was into mild submissive role-playing. Kurt told her I frequently hired myself out as a menial worker on Craigslist in the hope a dominant woman would answer and need more than her home taken care of.

Kat was eager to give me a try. I sounded like fun.

At that point Kurt got the idea of renting me out on a regular basis. She figured there must be a lot of single mature ladies looking to hire hot young guys.

The only problem was that things turned out too well.

After I had fallen asleep Kat phoned Kurt to let her know what a great success the day had been. She confessed to Kurt that she hadn’t been sure she could go through with it at first but as the day wore on Kat discovered she really liked me.

Kat had fun controlling me. She was actually hoping we could start seeing each other socially as a real couple. Kurt tried hard to talk her out of that. But Kat didn’t budge. That’s why Kurt waylaid me into ruining things between Kat and me.

Little did she know I would get depressed about losing Kat and thus ruin her plans for renting me out. Still, Kurt had fun humiliating both Kat and me.

So she had that going for her.

I pieced this information together a few days later after Kat showed up at my door and dragged me out of my doldrums.

Kat had said right from the start that she thought Kurt was up to no good. After mulling it over for a few days Kat came to the conclusion she had overreacted. At the time I had no way of knowing Kat wanted to have an ongoing relationship with me. So anything I did with her neighbor shouldn’t really be held against me. Kat decided to give me another chance.

And I jumped at it.

Kat and I have been together almost a year now. We have a great loving relationship. Being around her I’ve matured beyond the limits of my former timid personality. Yet Kat is still the boss of me. I love waiting on her every need.

Over the months I’ve turned her backyard into a lush refuge of greenery. I often go down on Kat as she lounges by the pool. That is one thing that never gets old. Secluded in her garden I eat her pussy to my heart’s content. Much to Kat’s delight.

The End