Gale’s Surprise

Note: Girls, don’t despair! The presence of a husband is for dramatic effect only. And, several years ago, I was seduced by my gardener.


My husband Andy and I moved into a newly built house on a brand new housing development. The sparse landscaping around our property left a lot to be desired, and in keeping with the surroundings, our own gardens still looked like a building site.

I decided that enough was enough, and that we were finally going to do something about the garden. It was a lovely summer’s weekend, and the perfect time to get out and look for something to make the garden look nice. After doing a little bit of online research we drove to the local nursery to get some ideas, and hopefully buy a few trees and plants to get us started.

As we wondered through the seemingly endless rows in the veritable forest of trees and bushes, we were approached by a young woman who asked us if she could help us at all. She appeared to be in her twenties, slim and very pretty. She was about 5’ 7” tall, with blue-grey eyes, and long sandy-blonde hair reaching down to her shoulders. She wore what appeared to be the standard nursery uniform; dark green polo shirt, along with matching shorts, both looked about two sizes too big for her. Her shirt was unbuttoned more than was appropriate. She had slender tanned legs, and on her feet she wore an old, scruffy pair of dirty pink and white trainers. She introduced herself as Gale.

It was a stiflingly hot summer’s afternoon; even with the oversized polo shirt I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was sure that if I had noticed this fact, then my husband would have as well, so I kept my eye on Andy to see if he was checking her out. As we walked around, looking at the various different plants I began to get the feeling that Gale was flirting with him. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be taking every available opportunity to bend over in front of us, seemingly offering a view down the front of her shirt. If I could see her tits, I’m sure Andy could. On a few occasions, as she squatted down to read the tags on the bottom branch of a particular shrub or bush, she bent in such a way that her thighs opened up, and her shorts gaped open to expose her legs all the way up to her crotch. I was beginning to think that this girl wasn’t wearing any panties either!

After a further forty minutes or so we had picked out quite a few different trees and plants; far too much for us to take home by ourselves. The girl led us to the greenhouse office to pay for them, and to arrange for them to be delivered, and also for them to be planted in our garden. Everything was arranged for the following Wednesday. I was amazed they would come over so quickly. The girl completed the necessary paperwork and handed us our copy. Across the bottom she had written, "Thanks! Gale."

Once we were at our car, I immediately started to tease Andy about the girl and the way she was dressed, and that she seemed to have been flirting with him. In fact, I said that if I wasn’t there they would be fucking right now. Andy immediately blushed, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. He said that he really hadn't noticed anything.


It was around midday on Tuesday, and I was in the house doing some office work as I normally do. Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling me. I switched off the stereo, and when I looked out of the window to see who it was, I could see a large white van from the garden center parked on the driveway. "They're a day early!" I thought to myself. But then I thought that was okay, and it was better to get the planting over and done with
As I opened the door I was surprised to see the Gale, girl from the garden center. She was dressed just as she had been when we saw her on Sunday. It was another very hot day outside. The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky. She was sipping from an almost empty water bottle. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Remember me? Gale? I just came by to take a look at where we'll be planting tomorrow. I hope I'm not bothering you."

I said "Hello," and told her that she wasn't bothering me at all, that I was just doing some boring officework and I could probably do with a break anyway. I invited her inside the house, and as she followed me through to the back door, I told her that my husband was at work. She nodded and smiled at me, before explaining further that she just needed to check that there would be no problems in our garden before they came to do the work on Wednesday morning.

Since I had been working at home I was wearing only a white cotton shirt, shorts and panties. Several shirt buttons were unfastened. I stopped at the back door to slip on my sandals, before we walked out into the humid heat of the back garden. I pointed out to Gale where we had put out some wooden stakes in the ground on Sunday evening, to mark the various locations for the new trees and bushes. Gale looked around the garden, checking the locations, making some alternative suggestions, and making sure that access would be sufficient for their workers. Eventually we wondered back over to the paved patio as we talked about gardening. When I mentioned to her that I had always wanted a vegetable garden, she said that she'd be happy to get me started.

Gale seemed like a genuinely pleasant girl, and the more we chatted the more I liked her. I learned that the garden center was a family business, in some form or another, since she was twelve years old. She told me that one day she hoped to take over the business from her parents. As we talked she tilted her head back to drain the final mouthful of water from her bottle. As she did this some of the liquid escaped from her lips, trickling down over her chin and onto her neck, running down onto her chest underneath the polo shirt, soaking into the dark material. She giggled with embarrassment, and lifted her hand to rub the water into the sweaty skin on her neck and chest.

"God! It has been so hot these past few days, hasn't it?" she moaned.

She noticed that I was now staring at her as her fingers continued to slowly rub and stroke the smooth, tanned skin on her neck. I froze for a second, shocked that I had been caught looking at her like that.

"Well," I stammered, pointing at the empty bottle in her hand, "why don't you let me refill that for you?"

She smiled and nodded, and we walked back into the house and headed for the kitchen.

Moving from the intense heat of the midday sun into the air-conditioned coolness inside of the house gave me a shiver, and made my nipples instantly harden. As I had thought I would be at home on my own for most of the day I hadn't put on a bra, and my erect nipples pressed against the material of my shirt, making me feel a little excited. Plus, my unbuttoned shirt exposed my breasts if I bent over at all; for some reason I didn’t bother to button it up. As we reached the fridge I turned to take Gale's water bottle, and I couldn’t help glancing down, noticing that she was in exactly the same condition as I was, with her little buds poking out against her damp T-shirt. I also noticed that she was looking at straight at my nipples.

I was beginning to feel a strange feeling running through me – a tingleing that brought goosbumps. I had never been with another woman before, and had never even fantasized about it. I suppose that like most women, I’d wondered what it might be like, but had never thought about trying anything. Now, here I was, getting turned on by this girl. Or maybe it was just the heat outside that had made me feel a little light-headed.

I stood for a few seconds, watching her as she watched me, before finally reaching out my hand and taking her water bottle. I filled it to the brim, and also filled a glass of water for myself, and we both took a long cold drink. There was an odd kind of tension in the air, and I needed to say something to try to break it.

I smiled and joked, “You know, I was really getting a bit ticked off about how you flirted with my husband yesterday!” Okay, so I stretched the truth a little bit.

Gale looked me right in the eye.

“I wouldn't do that,” she said. “I wasn’t flirting with him!”

It took me a minute to realize the meaning behind what she had said, but before I could respond she swiftly stepped forward, and kissed me quickly on the lips. “I was flirting with you!”

I was stunned and scared half to death, but at the same time I felt shivers of excitement coursing up my spine, and shock waves ran through my whole body down to my toes. My nipples tingled, becoming even harder. I don’t remember deciding to do what I did next, but I somehow moved to her, leaned in and returned the kiss. It was the softest, sweetest, most tender kiss I had ever experienced. At first it was just our lips gently touching, but Gale slowly opened her mouth, and I felt the tip of her tongue gently trying to make its way into my mouth. It was like no other kiss I had ever had. My whole body trembled, and I wanted to kiss her so very much.

I surrendered and opened my mouth for her, and soon our tongues were twisting and dancing together, and I lifted my hands to cradle her head gently. Gale slipped one hand inside my shirt and cupped one of my breasts in her hand, while her other hand stray to the back of my neck, pulling me into a harder kiss. Then, her hands dropped abruptly, grabbing at my waist, pulling us closer together. Our bodies touched, our curves molding together. We held each other, kissing passionately, for several moments, before she let go, breaking the kiss. She backed away a few steps and hoisted herself up onto the kitchen counter. She sat there facing me, a wide smile on her face as she stared into my eyes.

I swiftly stepped forward towards her, making up the ground between us. Gale parted her knees wide allowing me to slip between her thighs, and we kissed again. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around me, trapping me, digging her heels into my backside. I felt her fingers on me, skillfully and methodically unbuttoning the rest of my shirt buttons. I made no attempt to stop her, and she eventually reached the last button; unclasped it, pushed the material to the sides and off my shoulders, exposing my upper body and naked chest. As my shirt slid down my arms, dropping to the floor, Gale broke our kiss and, without pausing for a second, trailed her tongue down across my neck, before lowering her lips to my breasts. She slowly and delicately licked and sucked on each of my hard nipples, finally settling on my left, which she gently tongued and nibbled between her teeth, while her small hands worked on both breasts. I quivered at each light touch she made, a warm glow starting to build deep inside my body. I could not remember ever being as excited as I was at that moment. I realized that I was even more aroused because it was another woman doing this to me. My breathing was now reduced to long, deep, shuddering pants. I arched my back and moaned; I could tell Gale was enjoying this.

I had to quickly grab hold of the wall cabinet to keep my balance, as my legs were beginning to feel a little weak. Gale’s hands slowly skimmed down my sides, delicately sliding over my skin, and across my hips to the front of my shorts. I knew where she was heading, and I didn't want her to stop. Her fingers fumbled a little with the top button, but soon it popped open, and I felt the zipper sliding down. Then her warm fingers slithering past the waistband of my panties as she slid the shorts down my thighs. Electricity bolted though my body to my pussy and clitoris, and I moaned out softly. I clumsily pushed my shorts down my legs for her with my own hands, and kicked them off my feet to my side, leaving me clad now in only my powder-blue panties.

Gale leaned back to look at me. “Ellen, you are just gorgeous; I flirted with you because I wanted to have sex with you the minute I saw you.” She reached out and touched my panties. “There’s a dark, wet spot right here; I think we are of the same mind.” I nodded; I wanted Gale to do me so badly I could just whimper a soft “Yes.” Gale’s hand softly rubbed mu pussy through my panties. The feel of the friction from the fabric was so sensuous. She slipped a leg between mine, forcing my legs apart giving her better access to my pussy. There was nothing rushed; Gale softly let her hands roam over my pubic area, pressing on my mound, sliding her hand over my slit, all the while teasing a nipple with her other hand. I could feel my body giving in to her and it was a wondrous feeling I never had before. I could feel my knees go weak; it became hard to stand. Gale’s lips found mine and we kissed deeply, my message was that this was the “Please fuck me kiss.”

Gale found my slit with her finger and pushed the fabric of my panties inside. I felt my pussy juices gush with the feeling of the fabric friction against my pussy walls. “Ellen, I can’t believe how wet you are.” I knew; I could feel my juices seeping down my thighs. Gale’s finger found my clit and she rubbed the fabric hard against it. I thought I was going to faint, my head was spinning and it was hard to breathe. “Do you want to come?” Gale whispered. “Oh God, yes” I whispered. Gale began to flick the fabric back and forth against my clit. My stomach muscles convulsed with each flick, and I fell forward as my first orgasm with a girl smashed against my forehead. Goosebumps and perspiration as it washed over me. I had to lean against Gale or I’m sure I would collapse.

Gale held me until I caught my breath and could stand. “That was amazing!” I whispered. “I’m not finished with you.” Gale immediately slid her hand inside my panties; I felt her fingers brush through my short pubic hair, and find the top cleft of my pussy. Her moved lower, her fingers sinking into my slit. The sheer amount of wetness she found there must have been incredible. I was turned on in a way I had never ever experienced before. Shivers went up and down my spine as my pussy was being explored and caressed for the first time by a girl.

Gale began to move her fingers up and down my through the folds of my pussy and over my clitoris, before eventually pushing two fingers inside me, making me groan out loud. She moved her fingers in and out, making a wet, squishy sound in my wetness. I pushed my hips against her hand. She pushed the full length of her fingers into me and sucked a little harder on my nipple. The combination of stimulations; her mouth on my breast, her fingers buried deep in me, her heels pulling against my bottom; was overwhelming. I was whimpering at this point. It only took three or four more strokes of her fingers in my pussy before I began gasping for breath and again clinging onto her for dear life. This time I came so hard and so suddenly that I nearly dragged us both crashing to the kitchen floor. It was the hottest, strongest, most amazing climax I had ever had.

She held on to me as I tried to catch my breath and regain my composure. I leaned against her and the kitchen counter on which she was still sitting, and we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. We kissed gently and laughed. I could hardly believe what had just happened to me. I felt drained, but at the same time filled with an intense feeling of excitement and desire. I knew I had to make Gale feel just as wonderful as she had just made me feel.

We continued to kiss, and my excitement kept growing and growing. Each kiss became deeper and more sensual, and my hands began to roam around her body; over her back, trailing my fingers down her spine to squeeze and caress her bottom. I moved up to her front, finding her small round breasts and gently squeezed and fondled them through her polo shirt. I found the hem of her shirt and quickly tugged it over her belly, past her bare chest, and up over her head, before tossing it over my shoulder and onto the floor behind me. There she sat before me. She was absolutely gorgeous; her breasts weren’t big, but instead were perfectly sized for her age and slender frame, with reddish-brown areola and nipples like pencil erasers. Her flat stomach raised and lowered with excitement. Her skin was tanned, and glistened with a fine covering of sweat. The picture of sex.

With trembling fingers I touched another woman’s breasts for the first time in my life. They were soft and warm. Her skin was so velvety. I pinched and pulled and twisted at her nipples gently, and she let out a little moan. I hoped that she was enjoying this as much as I was. We kissed again, long and deep, while I continued to knead her breasts. Slowly I traced my tongue down over her neck to her chest and into the valley between her breasts. I gently rubbed my face between those breasts, letting her sweat cover my cheeks, before I slowly kissed my way to a nipple. At first, I only flicked across the tip with my tongue, but was soon overcome by the urge to suck it into my mouth. I loved the feel and texture of the tiny goose bumps and wrinkles. I sucked and nibbled like I was a c***d.

Gale was breathing hard and her body was squirming around. I looked down and realized that she was trying to shimmy herself out of her shorts as she sat on the counter. “You’re going to have to help me with these, I’m stuck!”

I hesitated for a moment. Then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and, while she lifted herself up of the worktop, I began to peel her shorts down her thighs. Her wet pussy appeared, pointing straight at me, seeming to thrust up in my direction. I stared straight at it, as I finished pulling her shorts down her legs, past her knees, then down to her ankles, and finally off over her trainers. I was right about the other day. She wore no panties.

Dropping her shorts to the floor, I stood and again stared at her delectable body, now completely naked. Her legs were smooth and perfectly shaped. Her thighs looked soft and inviting. What struck me as most captivating however, was seeing that her pubic area was completely clean-shaven. While I usually trim my pubic hair, hers was completely bald. It was stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Her whole body was so beautiful, and I wanted to run my hands all over it. I slowly slid my fingers across her belly until I reached her pussy. It was hot and slick with her juice. I moved my finger back and forward over its plump lips. I slowly got down on my knees to get a better look at her. Gale spread her legs and shuffled forward so her bottom rested near the edge of the worktop. My face got closer, and for the first time in my life I saw the wonderful detail of a woman’s sex. The skin around the puffy lips was slightly darker than the rest. Her labia where swollen and full, and they seemed to almost pout out at me, soaked with the dew of lubrication. She was very wet indeed.

If I had any doubts about knowing what to do what came next, they were quickly erased as I inhaled her scent. I had never smelled another woman’s pussy before, and Gale’s was an intoxicating mixture of perspiration and musk. There was nothing artificial. No perfume, no cologne or powder; just the raw, natural, sweet aroma of this girl’s lust. I leaned in closer and inhaled deeply. The odor filled my head and made me dizzy with desire.

I bent forward, spread her lips apart with my fingers and slid my tongue between them. I was tentative at first, but the slippery, salty taste made me press on. I stretched out my tongue as far as it would go and licked her glistening slit from the bottom to the very top, not neglecting to tickle her little clit. Gale giggled and moaned and squirmed as I got my first taste of another woman. She was sweet and tangy, not unlike my own juices, which I have tasted a few times. But there were subtle differences that I couldn’t quite put a finger on. I slid my tongue back inside her, wriggling it around while my teeth lightly nibbled at her wet pussy lips and clit. She started to make little a****l sounds. It made me feel incredibly sexy to think that I was getting another girl so excited. Her sounds urged me on and made me feel more aggressive. I started sucking on her clit while driving my tongue deep into her.

I could feel Gale shifting her body around, and I looked up to see what she was doing. One by one, she had lifted both feet up, placing them flat on the worktop next to her, opening herself up to me further. She reached down under her bent legs and pushed my hand away spreading her lips apart with her fingers. Her pussy was wide open for me, exposing her inner depths. All my inhibitions were being forced out of me as lust took over. I slid my tongue over her fingers, and she began moving them, rubbing herself. I licked away at her fingers and pussy as we both slid up and down her open slit. Dropping lower I tongued her hole again. In and out I went, wiggling my tongue as I lapped at the insides. I was at the heart of her femininity and she had nothing left to hide. She began grinding her hips against my face, in rhythm with my tongue, her breath raging and uncontrolled. She watched as I sucked in her juices. I was now out of control, and began drooling saliva out of the sides of my mouth, as my tongue stimulated her young sensitive pussy.

I was really worked up myself by now, and I slowly slid my hand down across my belly to my soaked panties, grabbed at the waistband and slipped my hand down the front of my panties. My pussy throbbed and was soaking wet. I plunged two fingers inside myself and started to hump against my hand.

I had just about fingered myself to a second intense orgasm when she started to squeal and thrash about. I looked up; Gale was getting red faced and her eyes were glazed over in lust. “My God,” I thought. “I’m making her cum!” That just about did it for me, and I came all over my hand, rocking and squeezing on my clit. Seconds later, Gale’s juices splashed all over my lips as she orgasmed. Shuddering, she moaned loudly, closing her thighs, squeezing them onto my cheeks. She bucked her hips, pushing forward against my face, her whole body shaking

As her soft moans died down and her hips finally stopped bouncing up and down, I looked up at her again, this time letting my gaze travel across her entire body. Her pussy glistened and her tummy quivered and heaved as she panted. Her mouth was slightly open, and beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip. She looked down at me and smiled contently. I helped her hop down from the worktop and she collapsed to the floor beside me. We were both wasted, and we sat, wrapped in each other’s arms, gently stroking each other’s skin.

After a few minutes the spell was broken by the abrupt sound of a mobile phone ringing. Gale jumped as though she had been stung by a bee and scrambled to get at the phone in the pocket of her shorts. She answered it, listening to whoever it was that had phoned her, before she eventually stammered something into it in reply, saying that she had just stopped off to look at another job, and that she was on her way back. She hung up the call.

“I’m so late!” she said, as she clumsily threw on her clothes. On very shaky legs I walked her to the front door, paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that I was nearly naked. She kissed me quickly on the lips, smiled, and said that she really had to hurry.


Early on Wednesday morning, the garden center crew arrived as arranged, and expertly planted all of our trees and shrubs. Gale came a bit later to make sure everything was being done properly. When they finished, she came up to me on the terrace. She hesitated before speaking “I don’t know if this is appropriate, but I would like to see you again.” “I would like that very much” I answered. “My husband will be out of town this weekend.”