by Ray Gordon
‘I…I really don’t know. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry about it. Have you had breakfast?’
‘I’m not worried about it. But I am intrigued.’
‘Desiree, they’ve probably been there for ages. I might have unearthed them when I was raking up the leaves.’
‘No, no. They’re as good as new. After all that rain we had the other week, they’d be grubby and…’
‘Perhaps the wind whipped them off someone’s washing line?’
‘They weren’t there yesterday, and we’ve had no wind.’
‘While you play at being Sherlock Holmes, I’m going to have some breakfast.’
‘I’m going to take another look around the bushes.’
* * *
Belinda watched Desiree heading across the lawn, then stepped into the kitchen and filled the kettle. A fatal mistake, she mused, wondering whether there were any other signs of recent sex beneath the bushes. This was Tony’s fault, she decided. Playing dangerous games, spanking and screwing in the bushes knowing that Desiree had been in the house…There was too much at stake to take silly risks, she thought, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
‘A button,’ Desiree said, walking into the kitchen. ‘A button attached to a piece of white material.’
‘That’s from my blouse,’ Belinda said. ‘I caught it on a branch when I was clearing the leaves. But I don’t lay claim to the panties,’ she added with a giggle. ‘Would you like some coffee?’
‘No, thanks,’ Desire murmured pensively. ‘I’m determined to get to the bottom of this.’
‘The bottom of what?’
‘The panties, Mum. They weren’t there yesterday.’
‘Hang on a minute,’ Belinda said, coming up with an idea. ‘I got pretty hot yesterday and I went upstairs and changed my panties. Meaning to drop the old ones into the linen basket, I stuffed them into my pocket. They must have fallen out when I was clearing the leaves.’
‘But, they weren’t there later. After you’d cleared the leaves, I mean.’
‘I was doing all sorts in the garden yesterday. They must have fallen out at some stage.’
‘Oh, right. So, mystery solved.’
‘Indeed it is. What are your plans for today?’
‘I haven’t got any plans.’ Desiree sighed. ‘I might just potter about in the garden. Oh, there’s Tony,’ she trilled, gazing through the kitchen window. ‘Perhaps I’ll help him in his garden.’
Before Belinda could say anything, Desiree had bounded across the lawn and was leaning on the fence chatting to Tony. Trying to remain calm, Belinda took her coffee out onto the patio and sat down. She listened to their conversation: Desiree’s offer to help Tony in the garden, his eagerness to have her come round and get started. Tony was trying to rile Belinda, she was sure, as he winked at her and then rather loudly said how nice Desiree looked in her short skirt.
‘Desiree, hadn’t you better change if you’re going to do some gardening?’ Belinda called.
‘It’s only planning, really,’ Desiree replied. ‘I’ll not be doing any work, yet.’
‘How are you this morning?’ Tony asked Belinda.
‘Fine, thank you.’
‘I’ll go and put my shorts on and we’ll get started,’ he said, smiling at Desiree. ‘I won’t be long.’
‘Desiree,’ Belinda said, beckoning her daughter as Tony disappeared into his house. ‘Desiree, I really don’t think it a good idea to wear such a short skirt.’
‘Why not?’ the girl asked, joining her mother on the patio. ‘It’s hot today, Mum. I don’t want to wear jeans.’
‘I know, but…it’s hardly the way to dress when you’re helping Tony in the garden.’
‘I haven’t got anything else, apart from jeans. Besides, you’re wearing a short skirt.’
‘Yes, but I’m not helping Tony. If you bend over or…he’ll see your panties, Desiree.’
‘No, he won’t. Don’t fuss so much, Mum.’
‘I’m not fussing. Would you like to borrow one of my summer dresses?’
‘No, the skirt is fine. I won’t be bending over, will I? All we’re doing is planning the garden.’
‘All right.’ Belinda sighed, realising that she couldn’t win. ‘Oh, there’s the phone.’
‘I’ll get it,’ Desiree said and bounded into the house.
Hearing her daughter talking to one of the girls from college, Belinda wandered across the lawn to the fence and gazed at Tony’s garden. She was sure that he had no interest in gardening. This was just a ploy to get Desiree to spend some time with him, and to annoy Belinda in the process. As he emerged from his house wearing his shorts, he donned a huge grin. He knew that the situation was getting to Belinda as he approached her. But she was determined to remain calm.
‘Where’s Desiree gone?’ he asked.
‘She’s on the phone,’ Belinda replied, trying not to gaze at the bulge in his shorts. ‘Tony, I don’t want Desiree spending all her time in your garden. We have our own garden to do, and she has her studies to get on with.’
‘She’s only going to give me some advice,’ he said, eyeing her cleavage revealed by her partially open blouse. ‘Did you enjoy it last night? Did you enjoy a good, hard fucking?’
‘No, I didn’t.’
‘Why don’t you reach over the fence and give me a quick wank?’ he whispered, lowering the front of his shorts and exposing his flaccid penis.
‘For God’s sake…If you’re going to keep on like this, then I’ll take Desiree out somewhere and you’ll see neither of us all day.’
‘Feel it,’ he said, running his hand up and down his stiffening shaft. ‘Feel the hardness, Belinda.’
‘No, I won’t.’
‘Imagine it gliding in and out of your wet pussy. You are wet, aren’t you?’
‘Tony, we have a deal. A deal that I don’t want, but it’s a deal. However, I’m not doing anything with you while Desiree is around. When she’s at college or out somewhere, then I’ll see you. It’s too risky when she’s around. I have a lot to lose, surely you understand that?’
‘Yes, you do have a lot to lose. But you also have a lot to give.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You’re beautiful, Belinda. You’re attractive, you have a perfect body…’
‘Don’t try to flatter me.’
‘I’m being honest. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.’
‘Yes, well…I have things to do.’
‘I’ll see you later,’ he called as she walked back to the house. ‘We’ll meet later.’
Filling the kettle again, Belinda felt her stomach somersault as she recalled Tony’s words. You’re attractive, you have a perfect body…He was only flattering her, she knew. But it made her feel good, all the same. His dirty talk had also made her feel good, she reflected. Her husband rarely complimented her these days, and he’d never spoken during love-making. The way Tony talked about her body, her pussy and breasts, the crude words he used…Her womb contracting, she poured another cup of coffee and tried not to think about sex with Tony.
‘That was Jenny on the phone,’ Desiree said, wandering into the kitchen. ‘Right, I’m going next door.’
‘Don’t be too long,’ Belinda said.
‘Why, have you got something planned?’
‘No, no. It’s just that I’d like to spend some time with you.’
‘OK, I’ll see you later.’
* * *
Dashing across the lawn and slipping through the bushes, Desiree felt a wave of excitement roll through her young body as she imagined Tony licking her pussy crack and sucking her clitoris to orgasm. Her arousal riding high as she made her way across the lawn to his open back door, she felt her juices of desire seeping between the firm lips of her pussy. Stepping into the kitchen, she was about to call out when Tony emerged from the dining room clutching a pair of handcuffs.
‘Oh, hi,’ he said. ‘Er…I was just sorting out some bits and pieces.’
/> ‘What are they for?’ Desiree asked, frowning as she stared at the handcuffs.
‘They were given to me years ago by a mate of mine. They were a joke birthday present. You look lovely, as always.’
‘Thanks. Shall we go out into the garden?’
‘In a minute. Desiree, I need to talk to you.’
‘Oh?’
‘I want you to tell your mum that I have a girlfriend.’
‘Tell her about us?’
‘No, no. You see, she worries about you. If she hears from you that I have a girlfriend, that’ll put her mind at rest.’
‘Oh, right.’
‘To make it sound convincing, say that I told you all about her. Say that she’s in her early thirties with long black hair.’
‘That’s a good idea,’ Desiree said. ‘You’re right, she does worry about me.’
‘If you tell her that all the time I’m seeing this woman I won’t be interested in you, she’ll be happy. Go home now and tell her.’
‘Now?’
‘I don’t want her to worry, Desiree. She’s a lovely lady, and I don’t want her worrying about you. Besides, if she believes that I have another woman, she’ll not mind you coming round here.’
‘That’s true.’
‘Don’t say that you’ve met this woman because she might start asking questions that you can’t answer.’
‘No, no, I won’t.’
‘I’ll meet you in the garden in a while.’
‘OK, I’ll be back soon.’
Returning to her house, Desiree thought it nice that Tony was concerned about her mother. His idea was good, she mused. Her mother worried far too much and, hopefully, this would put her mind at rest once and for all. Finding her in the kitchen, she explained that Tony was about to have a shower as he was seeing his girlfriend later.
‘His girlfriend?’ Belinda echoed.
‘Yes, he’s seeing her later today. We’re going to plan the garden once he’s out of the shower.’
‘Oh, I see,’ Belinda said. ‘Has he just met her or…’
‘I suppose he must have done. He seems to like her very much. Apparently, she’s in her thirties with long black hair. There’s no way he’ll be interested in me now that he has someone else.’
‘No, no, he won’t. So, how did the subject come up? I mean, why mention this woman to you?’
‘I went round to help with the garden but he was about to have a shower. He told me that he wanted to be ready to meet his girlfriend later.’
‘And, you’re not unhappy about it?’
‘Well, I suppose I was sort of hoping that one day we might…Anyway, all the time he has someone else, I might as well forget about it.’
‘Right, well…That’s that, then.’
‘Yes, it is. I’ll go and wait for him in his garden. I’ll start planning.’
‘OK, see you later.’
* * *
Belinda was pleased to think that Tony had kept to his side of the bargain and put Desiree off by mentioning a girlfriend. But there was a major problem: Belinda was the girlfriend. And she was going to have to keep Tony happy for quite some time. She knew only too well that if she stopped seeing Tony, he’d home in on Desiree and…The consequences didn’t bear thinking about.
* * *
‘Did you tell her?’ Tony asked, walking towards Desiree as she hovered by the bushes at the end of his garden.
‘Yes, I told her,’ Desiree replied, her pretty face beaming. ‘She’s not worried about me now, I can tell.’
‘I’m glad it worked. You’ll have to keep the scam going, though. Every now and then, mention that I’m seeing my girlfriend. You did well, Desiree. Now, you’ll be able to come round here whenever you want and she won’t mind.’
‘Dressed like this,’ she whispered, lifting her short skirt up and exposing the hairless lips of her vagina.
‘You are the most beautiful girl in the world,’ he said, gazing longingly at her tightly closed sex crack. ‘Let’s slip into the bushes.’
Again lifting her skirt as she stood in the small clearing, Desiree closed her eyes as Tony dropped to his knees and kissed the fleshy swell of her vulval lips. The feel of his wet tongue running up and down her vaginal valley sent quivers through her pelvis. She parted her feet to the extreme to allow him better access to the sexual centre of her body. She held her pussy lips wide apart, exposing the ripe nub of her sensitive clitoris to his sweeping tongue, and let out a rush of breath as he drove two fingers deep into her creamy-wet vaginal duct.
‘It’s time we made love,’ Tony whispered.
‘Yes, yes,’ Desiree said. ‘Let’s go into your house.’
‘No, we’ll do it out here.’
‘But…’
‘Bend over that branch,’ he instructed her, rising to his feet. ‘Bend over and I’ll –’
‘Tony, not out here,’ she complained. ‘My mum might come out into the garden. Can’t we go into your house?’
‘This is our secret place, Desiree. It would be nice to christen our secret place with our first love-making…’
‘All right,’ she conceded. ‘I’d rather we were in bed, but…if that’s what you want.’
‘Good girl. Bend over the branch and, together, we’ll move on and leave virginity behind us.’
Bending over the branch, Desiree thought how she would have wanted their first love-making to be in Tony’s bed. Warm, loving, caring…As he lifted her short skirt up over her back and stroked the tensed flesh of her naked buttocks, she breathed in deeply. She could feel his fingertips moving down, running over the swell of her hairless vaginal lips. This was it, she mused, wondering whether her tight vagina could accommodate his massive penis. As his bulbous knob slipped between the engorged wings of her wet inner lips, she held her breath and closed her eyes.
‘Desiree, are you there?’ Belinda called.
‘Fucking hell,’ Tony hissed. ‘Now what?’
‘I said that we should have gone into your house,’ Desiree whispered, standing and adjusting her skirt.
‘Desiree, Jenny’s here to see you.’
‘Who’s Jenny?’
‘A friend of mine.’
‘Go and get rid of her.’
‘I can’t get rid of her. She’s come to see me…I thought she’d be at least an hour.’
‘At this rate, I’ll never get to fuck you.’
‘Never get to…Don’t you mean, make love to me?’
‘Yes, yes, whatever,’ he replied agitatedly.
Desiree left the bushes and walked across the lawn to the patio. She couldn’t help but wonder about Tony’s words as she stepped into the kitchen. At this rate, I’ll never get to fuck you. Why had he put it that way? she reflected, finding her mother in the lounge with Jenny. At this rate, I’ll never get to fuck you.
Seven
Belinda gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled as she again recalled Tony’s words. You’re attractive, you have a perfect body…He was a charmer, she reflected, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder. With her blouse revealing her deep cleavage and her short black skirt displaying her slender thighs, she looked good and felt good. But, she reminded herself, as she left her bedroom, she was a married woman. And Tony was as good as blackmailing her.
Passing Desiree’s bedroom door, she stopped and listened as she heard Jenny giggling. She was pleased that Jenny had come round. Desiree needed someone to take her mind off Tony, someone of her own age to chat and laugh with. Jenny was a nice girl, Belinda mused. She was studious and very keen to go on to university. Hopefully, her influence would put Desiree back on the rails.
‘Spanking?’ Jenny said as Belinda was about to descend the stairs.
‘Yes,’ Desiree replied. ‘Bare-bottom spanking.’
‘God. Tell me more.’
‘Well…’
Unable to hear the girls’ whispers, Belinda made her way down to the kitchen. Shocked, she hoped that she’d misheard her daug
hter. But the words had been clear enough. Bare-bottom spanking? she pondered, wondering what on earth Desiree had been up to. She could only have been talking about Tony, she decided, her stomach churning as she walked briskly across the lawn to the bushes. Spanking? What the hell had he done to Desiree? She called out as she approached his back door and then stepped into the kitchen.
‘Oh, Belinda,’ Tony said, emerging from the lounge. ‘You look lovely, as always.’
‘What’s all this about spanking?’ she asked him.
‘Spanking?’ he echoed, looking mystified. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Have you spanked my daughter?’
‘What? Have you gone raving mad?’
‘Far from it. What have you done to my daughter?’
‘Done? I haven’t done anything. Calm down and tell me what this is all about.’
‘I think you know what it’s about. I’ve just overheard Desiree talking to her friend about bare-bottom spanking.’
‘And?’
‘Well, I…’
‘What does that have to do with me?’
‘Where else would she learn about such debased things? You’re into spanking, so…’
‘So you came storming round here and…’
‘You spanked me, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, I did. Look, girls of that age talk about sex. They talk about all aspects of sex.’
‘Where would Desiree have heard about spanking?’
‘From other girls, from a magazine…For God’s sake, I’ve been keeping my side of the bargain. I’ve told her that I’m not interested in anything other than friendship and I’ve even said that I have a girlfriend. And yet, again, you come storming round here with your bloody allegations.’
‘You’ve threatened to seduce my daughter often enough. All you talk about is Desiree and how you’re going to…’
‘I’m not going to threaten to seduce her again, Belinda.’
‘I’m pleased to hear it.’
‘I’m going to do it.’
‘What? You’ll keep away from her.’
‘All along you’ve accused me of trying to seduce her, and now you’re saying that I’ve spanked her. I think the time has come to strip young Desiree of her virginity.’