No panties. No escape.
I’m the lady of the house. He’s the gardener.
I went upstairs to change, not realizing he had been watching Me the whole time.
He saw Me slip out of My clothes, take off My panties, and put on a light dress — nothing underneath.
That alone drove him crazy.
Later I came back downstairs, clearly restless, trying to reach the zipper on My back.
I looked at him and said with a small smile,
If you’re already watching… come help.
He moved closer and slowly pulled the zipper down… but his hands didn’t stop there.
His palms moved along My back, his lips brushed My neck.
Soon he guided Me down onto My knees.
I took him into My mouth — slow, deep, teasing.
He sat back, and I climbed onto him, letting him slide between My thighs, playing with the moment.
Then he lifted Me and laid Me on the bed, spreading My legs before moving into Me in a deep scissor-like pose.
A moan escaped Me — a mix of sharp sensation and intense pleasure.
