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Fantasy Fulfilled
(Beth Kean)

As she walked around the gym she heard tyres crunching gravel, what's he forgotten? she thought, he's only been gone five minutes. Kelly skipped through the house and peeped through the front window in the massive living room, her heart almost stopped, a battered Seat Cordoba was parked in the drive and a handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties was just getting out. Heart racing she watched him as he opened the boot and produced a garden fork, rake and large plastic bucket. 

"Oh my God," she whispered to herself, "What do I do?" her mind was racing, it was now or never. 

She considered flipping a coin, heads I do, tails I don't, looking down she noticed her nipples were like rock. 

Seconds later she was running back to the gym, shedding her gown she quickly climbed onto an exercise bicycle with her back to the open patio doors, thanking Ron she found herself facing a huge mirror that reflected the terrace outside in every detail, pedalling slowly she waited, maybe he wouldn't be working around the terrace, what if he was at the other side of the gardens, her mind raced and she trembled slightly, a mix of nerves and anticipation. Continuing to pedal she waited scanning the mirror for signs of movement. Ten minutes passed and her frustration grew, she was just deciding to stop and covertly check where he was working when she caught movement by the largest flower bed, pedalling faster she saw him appear on the terrace. He glanced towards the gym, his double take made her tingle all over, for seconds he stared at her naked back, obviously frightened to be caught peeping he quietly crept behind the row of half barrel flower tubs and pretended to be weeding. Kelly watched him hide, she smiled and knew she was going to enjoy this. 

She stopped pedalling and picking her gown she pretended to wipe sweat from her face and chest before easing herself down onto a rowing machine that faced the open patio doors. Closing her eyes to mere slits she started to row, she could see him but she was sure he thought her eyes were closed, on each stroke she pulled hard feeling her breasts bounce, and on each recovery she parted her legs hoping she was exposing her pink flower to him, his eyes never left her. She glanced around quickly, "Oh my God that's perfect," she whispered to herself as she spotted a thigh trainer close to the open doors, lowering herself onto the black padded seat she pulled the paddles together and gripped them between her knees, she felt the pressure building in her thigh muscles, and made a mental note that she must get Jack to buy her one of these, the pressure continued to build, the audible gasp from behind the flower tubs as she released was incredibly stimulating for her. Her legs had been driven wide apart and she knew that her almost obsidian lips had been parted to reveal a delicate pink interior, she paused for a moment, spread wide to his view before slowly squeezing the paddles again and denying his watchful eye, again she released, again the gasp, she smiled, this was so much better than she could ever have hoped.

Suddenly a completely wicked thought entered her head, before she could talk herself out of it she stood, grabbed her gown and strode purposefully to the plunge pool, dropping the gown she lowered herself into the cold water, dipping to her chin she rose quickly, shocked by the cold her nipples were so hard they ached, she smiled inwardly, averting her eyes from the tubs she climbed from the pool and towelled down with the gown, she started to stretch, reaching high knowing it would emphasise her breasts, she knew he was almost close enough to touch her. 

Kelly walked back into the gym and out of sight of her watcher, quickly she raced to the side window and peeped carefully through the curtain, her mouth dropped open as she saw he had been stroking himself, he was busy zipping his trousers, she watched him stand and sneak quietly away. Impulse drove her to the tubs, she could hear his feet on the gravel, peering behind she saw the product of her display slowly dripping from a large leaf, she couldn't believe herself as she reached forward and scooped some onto her fingers.

She had ran to the kitchen bearing her dripping trophy, trembling she gazed at her slimy fingers, "Oh my God," she whispered, "I did this," raising her hand she sniffed, faint but familiar, shocked with herself her tongue darted out, she tasted him. Startled by her own actions her hand jerked and a drop of his rapidly thinning cum dripped onto her breast, she watched it slowly trickle, on impulse she sensually massaged it into her skin, again she gazed at her fingers, his once thick cum was turning to cloudy water, her trophy was disappearing before her very eyes. With a trembling hand and shame filling her thoughts she slowly sucked the watery remains from her fingers.