Midge Gette - The more the sexier

She went to a window and stood looking down at the parklike design of the rear gardens, at the curved edge of the still-life swimming pool, and far down to where the grounds sloped in an almost imperceptible hollow at the foot of the gentle rise of hills. Her eyes came to rest upon the brick chimney of the gardener's cottage that nestled in the hollow, and a great yearning went through her. Just so had the chimney of the old house on Tiger Tail Road blended its faded brick-red with the green of fine old trees.

A movement caught her eye, and she pulled open the window and leaned forward. There was no mistaking the short, stout build of Uncle Nate, but just where was he headed? Well, I'll be, she thought in surprise. So that's where he disappears to from time to time! Wouldn't Mother and Debbie just die if they knew their roly-poly benefactor was consorting with the hired help?

Animation did wonderful things for Sharon Parker's face. More handsome than pretty, in repose her face looked plain and almost ill-natured, for she had a pronounced scowl and a stubborn chin; but now her fine gray eyes and mischievous grin lit her features with unexpected warmth and beauty. Since Uncle Nate took no part in the domestic order of the house, leaving all such affairs to his sister and the worthy housekeeper, Mrs. Upstead, the beeline he was making to the gardener's cottage deserved investigation.

Never one slow to act, Sharon moved swiftly now and without plan. Leaving the window and the door to her room open, she raced down the wide stairway and ducked under the balcony. Searching by a circuitous route to find the house's rear entrance, Sharon passed through the big kitchen and gave a quick wave to the servants-Brownie, Rosie and Sally.

Fortunately, all were too busy for a chat and Sharon was able to continue on her way. The beautiful brunette went out the back way and began to stroll through the woods.

"Wonder what Uncle Nate was doing sneaking around in the woods," Sharon giggled. "Maybe he was heading for a romantic rendezvous?"

The young girl giggled some more, unable to picture her uncle as a bed-hopping bachelor. For one thing, he was almost middle-aged.

"Give me a young man every time," the teenager murmured. "They can go the distance."

As Sharon sat down by the edge of a sparkling, secluded pond, a recollection flooded her mind that contradicted what she'd just said. She remembered Mr. Stone, the family lawyer who was in his late forties. He certainly hadn't lost any of his manly potency.

"That's for sure," Sharon whispered, blushing. "In fact, he just about wore me out!"

The girl stretched out on the grassy bank, allowing the memory to return. A year ago, soon past her eighteenth birthday, Sharon had to go into town to see Justin Stone in order to find out how certain money matters affected her now that she was no longer a minor. It had been a curious meeting. She was aware of the lawyer's avid interest in her physical features-and she noticed what a handsome, husky man he was-yet there wasn't the hint of a pass.

Until two weeks later, that is. Stone had called, asking her to return, there were a few details he'd forgotten. In a frisky mood that day, the voluptuous teenager decided to wear a skirt slit up the thigh and a low-cut blouse. As events were to prove, the girl had not fully estimated the handsome man's virility.

The business they had to deal with took only a few minutes. Sharon was confused because it didn't seem there was enough to do to warrant her coming. Instead, she entertained herself with thoughts of Stone's sexual prowess. To her surprise, she found herself getting turned on by the husky lawyer.

"Well, I guess I'll go now/' she said, standing up and feeling a blush spread over her face, caused by unexpected desire.

Stone stood up and came around to the front of his desk. "There's no need to hurry off, Sharon," the lawyer said. Then his voice grew slightly hoarse. "I must confess that since our last meeting I've thought of nothing else but you."

"Wh-what do you mean?" the girl stammered.

"I'll tell you," he replied in a gruff voice with a hint of pleading in it. "Maybe you don't know that my wife is frigid. She dislikes sex, thinks it's sinful. And for a healthy man like myself, that's torture. Now do you get my meaning?"

"I… I guess I do." Sharon was shocked by his implication, yet a stirring in her loins told her she wasn't too shocked to leave. "I'm sorry about your situation."

"Maybe you could be more than sorry," the lawyer said, stepping close to her. "Maybe you'd like to help me out."

Sharon's generous heart went out to the 16

handsome man-and as her sympathy increased, so did the vibrant stirring between her legs. She nodded slightly, mesmerized by his virile presence, and he threw his strong arms around her.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "I've got to have you or I'll go mad. Don't deny me!"

"No, no, of course not!" the teenager cried, filled with sympathy and increasing desire. "I want you… I want you to take me… right here!"

Throwing her inhibitions to the winds, Sharon pressed up against the shuddering, powerful man. Searing jolts of heat lightning went through her trembling body as she pushed her barely concealed breasts into his sturdy chest. The recently ignited fire between her thighs became a blaze of consuming passion.

"Oh, Mr. Stone, yes… yes, I'll do whatever you want… oh, you're so strong," she cooed.

The curvaceous girl kicked her shoes off and got up on her toes to rub her crotch against the expanding bulge between his muscular legs. The lawyer's hands reached down and hitched up her skirt, and at this signal Sharon hopped up and wrapped her long, slender legs around his hips.

"Oh, Jesus, Sharon, you're a hot little wildcat!" Stone groaned.

Spurred on by this compliment, the teenager bounced up and down, crushing her moistening mound against his throbbing manhood. She gyrated faster and faster, finding herself overwhelmed by the sudden arousal.

With a grunt, he broke free. "Not so… fast… I haven't… done anything in so long!"

"Yes, I understand." Sharon stood on weak legs and a mischievous grin crossed her pretty face. "Don't worry, we'll go nice and slow."

Without hesitation, the shuddering lawyer began to disrobe. Sharon cooed with joy as more of his muscular build was revealed. When he was naked, her knees almost caved in at the sight of his long, rigid pecker. It pointed at her, thickening and lurching with vibrant potency.

"My God, Mr. Stone!" she exclaimed. "It's so big and… shit, I want all of it!"

"You can have it, baby!" he suddenly roared. "Take your fucking clothes off!"

Fully releasing her body to take its own course, the flushed brunette practically tore her blouse off her back, revealing her large, heaving breasts. They were swelling and aching with need. She reached up and cupped the bulging orbs, tweaking the stiffening nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"More, damn it!" Stone bellowed. "Take it all off… I want to see you naked!"

Releasing her boobs, Sharon readily complied with this urgent request. She slipped her skirt to the floor, and her damp panties instantly followed. She stepped out of the pile of garments and turned to drape them on the lawyer's desk. The oozing ache in her pussy made her head swim.

"Oh, Sharon… lovely!"

Before the teenager could turn around, the husky lawyer was against her, pressing her against the desk. His hot, trembling hands came around to enclose her swollen jugs, his palms sensuously rubbing the stiff, rosy buds.

"Jesus, Sharon, you're more luscious than I dreamed," the lawyer cried hoarsely. "Two weeks ago, when I saw you… I knew I had to have your body!"

"Yes, Mr. Stone, you have it now," the girl crooned, proud of her power to turn this dignified member of the community into a babbling idiot. "It's all yours… do what you want!"