Every year I take myself off to somewhere remote for the summer months and knuckle down to work. Otherwise, I find my girlfriend is a great distraction. She is ten years younger than me and seems to want some kind of attention every night. Don’t get me wrong I love pleasing her but I am pushing thirty-five. I get tired. Not to mention there’s only so much time I can devote to play if I want to get my novel, The Trouble With Eternity, finished.

Last summer proved to be a little more stimulating than I’d bargained for when I rented a small, rural cottage. My writing desk overlooked a charming mature garden. Filled with trees, shrubs and flowering plants. A cacophony of colour.

I’d only been resident for a few days and was staring out across the lawn when all of a sudden, a man pushed his way through a slight gap in the boundary hedge. I jumped up to open the door. Not because I was scared—he looked jolly enough in shorts and a summer hat—but I thought he may be lost.

I called out as he padded across the lawn in flip-flops and shades.

“Hello. Can I help you at all?”

“Hi there! Well, I was hoping to help you. I’m Jorge. We’re neighbours for the summer.” He trotted right up to the patio as I stepped out, “My wife and I have the next plot along. Please excuse me for barging through the hedge but it is the quickest way to get from our property to here.”

Jorge removed his sunglasses with purpose, bent down, and pulled out a long sprig of bracken from between his sandals and foot.

“That’s better. Nothing worse than prickly foliage, Trouble with flip-flops really, anything can assault your toes.” He laughed. “Anyway, I digress. Miriam and I were wondering if you would like to come to dinner sometime soon?”

Damn neighbours. I came here to stop myself from socialising and this guy had me exhausted already from his barrage of words and invitations already. I had work to do.

As politely as I could, I explained this to Jorge, “Wonderful, wonderful, nice to meet you, Jorge.” I reached out a hand to shake his while continuing, “Trouble is, I’m writing this novel.” I subtly turned and began to walk off the patio towards the hole in the hedge with my hand on the small of his back, “I have to deliver the final edit by the end of next month or I will be looking for a new publisher. I hope you understand.”

Jorge replied, seemingly getting the hint, “Ah, yes of course. Tricky for you. If you manage to get it finished or change your mind please call. Here’s our number.”

He delved into his pocket and handed me a card. Then left, disappearing through the hole from which he had emerged. I’d have to do something about that. Perhaps block it with a garden table.

Returning to work I was dithering about the storyline. Deleting and adding well into the wee hours, I slept in late the next morning.

I couldn’t seem to settle back into work so by mid-afternoon I thought I’d investigate how to seal the access point in the hedge. As I was considering what to do, I caught a glimpse of movement in the neighbour’s garden. I concealed myself behind a bush and put on my glasses to get a better look.

In front of me was a patio lounge area and an attractive young lady relaxing in a chair with a book. Must be the wife Jorge mentioned.

I watched as she absent-mindedly pulled up her skirt, and while still intently reading, caressed her pussy. Shaved and plump. I had a perfect view as if her chair had been angled in my direction on purpose. Shocked and aroused, I couldn’t look away as she abandoned the book, threw back her head and flicked a manicured fingertip along her shining slit, as she masturbated herself. The lowering sun acting as a spotlight. My cock pushed against the fabric of my linen trousers as I gently tapped its hardness through the material. By now Mrs Jorge was really into her stride, delving into her cunt, which was more than ready; her pleasure was audible.

A little nervous about being discovered, I stood my ground. My reward was the spectacle of her loud, fierce climax, unabashed as if she was the only person in the world. After, she licked her fingers and wiped them on her white blouse before retrieving her book. I thought she was about to return to reading but instead, I distinctly saw her glance towards where I was standing and open a slow, lazy grin.
Surely I was mistaken. The young lady could not possibly have known I was there. Carefully stepping backwards, I retreated to the safety of the study. My mind spinning.

I wrote three thousand words without stopping. Fantastic. I had been fired up by the little display in the neighbour’s garden. That evening with aching balls I took a long, sensual shower giving my cock the attention it needed after all the unexpected teasing of that afternoon. 

The next day I could hardly write for thinking about her and decided the only thing for it was to call Jorge and take him up on his offer of dinner. After enjoying the performance of the previous day I needed to take a closer look, hear her voice, smell her scent.

Two evenings later I took the short cut through the hedgerow and walked up to their house. It was a beautiful evening. Clear and warm. Jorge greeted me at the patio doors and introduced me to Miriam.

“Hi, Andrew. Very glad to see you. Meet my wife Miriam.”

Goodness, she was a sight for sore eyes. Dressed in white—again. But this time I immediately noticed her breasts. Full and round. The fitted bodice of her short dress showed them off to perfection. Nipples ripe for attention. A feast for the eyes. I took her hand and brushed it against my lips.

“Enchanted.”

She giggled and handed me a glass of champagne. I took a deep breath of her perfume, musk and lilies.

Jorge and Miriam explained how they had been married eight years and returned to this property for a month every summer. I gathered that many previous occupants of my own rental accommodation had sat at this very table with them at different times.

“We like to say hello to our neighbours. It’s…exciting getting to know new people. I am so glad you made the time to come over to supper,” Miriam purred.

To be honest, the food was mediocre, tough steak and overdone vegetables, but I enjoyed the company. They were both bubbly and good-natured. We all drank far more than I had expected and for a nightcap Jorge suggested we enjoy the balmy air on the patio.

I noted Miriam settled in exactly the same place she had when I’d witnessed her masturbating.

“My favourite chair,” she stated, shaking back her long, dark hair. “This is a great spot to relax at any time of the day.”

Could she possibly be flirting? Crossing her legs, I caught a glimpse of the inner thigh and I swear she was, once again, without panties.

When the village clock struck midnight, I made my excuses. It really was time to leave. Jorge shook my hand and started to clear the table.

“Please feel free to come by again. It was a fun evening. Perhaps you may write about us in one of your novels,” he laughed. “The end of the garden is not too well lit but Miriam will show you where to find the passage through the hedge.”

She immediately jumped up and took a firm hold of my hand.

“Of course I will. We don’t want you getting lost, do we, Andrew?”

Her own hand was small and smooth. Her long, polished nails pressed against the top of my fingers and I recalled the vision of them entering her cunt the other afternoon. I hoped she had been gentle with herself. If not, I would happily have kissed any bruising better. This thought provoked my cock to swell. I was glad of the dark.

We reached the hedge and to my surprise she stood on tiptoes and placed her hands around my neck, hips nuzzling against my bulge and her firm breasts meeting my chest.

She giggled.

“It’s clear you’ve enjoyed the evening. We are very lucky to have use of such a great garden. And not overlooked either. Lots of people would find it a delight.”

Brushing her mouth against my ear she whispered. “Saturday afternoon.”

And was gone.

As I fell asleep I mulled over their words. A delightful garden. ‘Saturday afternoon’. And what was that other comment? A great place to relax. It all seemed a little vague. Maybe they wanted me to go over again at the weekend. I would see how I felt.

I managed to squeeze out two whole chapters before the weekend. It was as if the events of the previous evening had inspired me. My characters were fleshed out and the words seemed to follow each other onto the page. In recognition of my achievement, I decided to award myself some time off. And it was Saturday afternoon—why not pop over and see my new friends?

Dousing myself with a little more aftershave than normal I combed my hair, grabbed a bottle of wine and headed towards the secret opening in the hedge.

I was just about to lower my head and push through the undergrowth when I noticed Jorge laying with his feet up, hat tilted over his face, sleeping or at least relaxing on the patio sofa. I hesitated. The table in front of him was littered with empty wine bottles. It seemed I was too late. I was looking at the remains of an informal soiree. Bad timing. As I began to turn away, I saw Miriam arriving on the scene. To my surprise and pleasure, she was completely naked. A nymph. Breasts jiggling slightly as she ambled over to her husband.

And what an absolutely perfect bosom. The other evening I had glimpsed that shape through her clothes but would never have dreamed how glorious the sight would be. But why was she naked?

I didn’t have to wait long for the reason to become clear. She sat down next to Jorge. He took off his hat and smiled at the vision before him. She undid the button on his shirt and he kissed her lovingly. I moved slightly to get a better view and opened the bottle in my hand. This show looked like it was going to be a hot one. I would need refreshment if I was going to stay until the final curtain.

Taking a swig of the cool Chardonnay I placed it carefully beside me on the ground, supported by a thicket, and marvelled at how eagerly Miriam helped Jorge remove his trousers. He was rock hard already and indeed my own dick was growing fast. Miriam was sideways on to me, tits hanging down as she showered Jorge’s cock with attention from both her mouth and hand. I could see her plump pussy lips, smooth and inviting, slightly protruding from behind.

This was almost too much. Grabbing my wine I devoured about a quarter of the bottle then turned my attention to my own cock. I undid my fly and it sprang free like a greyhound from a trap after the hare. But I had to be content with my palm rather than the gorgeous bunny on the patio.

As I began to ease back my foreskin, Jorge was feeling his way into Miriam’s slit, slowly gradually. His fingers were being pulled into the heat of her. Positioning herself face-forward, she straddled him so his cock emerged between her legs, and she slipped up and down, banging his shaft against her clit. Jorge gripped her breasts, to the sound of moaning, eyes closed, she was lost in the moment. I thought how wonderful her nipple would feel if I flicked my tongue across it. Reaching for the base of my cock I exerted a bit of pressure as the blood pumped down the length. My taste buds welcomed some more wine and moistening my palm with a little of the liquid I teased my knob. The chill was delightful and stroking along the smooth skin, my mind’s eye replaced my own fingers with Miriam’s tiny hand.

Meanwhile, in the auditorium, Miriam gradually eased Jorge’s cock into her cunt. I had a delicious view of her swollen and rouged pussy lips as she wilfully fucked the intrusion. I would not have anticipated she would be so nubile but the ease with which she rose and fell, impaled, was something to behold. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoed around the garden. Then, as she rhythmically swivelled her hips, Jorge pressed his hand to her clit. With a gasp, she threw back her head in ecstasy as his cock easily sank in, out and in.

Miriam really did appear to be in charge. Skin shining in the late afternoon sun like alabaster.

I squeezed my balls ever so slightly. I couldn’t hold back much longer. Having my own personal porn video was almost too much to bear.

Now Jorge took control as Miriam knelt exactly where I’d been sitting the other day. Forcefully pumping her from behind. Her tits swayed and swung—he was pounding her as if she was a fuck doll. Getting into his stride he rode her like a mare, clenching on to the mane, hand over her mouth—a bit to keep her in place, thrusting with short sharp jabs. By this time his face was severe and he wasn’t finished yet. Pulling his cock out he licked Miriam’s slit and between her bum cheeks, then penetrated her again. Had he entered the forbidden hole? I couldn’t quite see but she lowered her self slightly, nipples grazing the sofa. She looked small in his grasp, and he used her for his pleasure, hips relentlessly striking against her backside. At that very moment, she moaned to a climax, submitting to his force.

Without pausing she turned and held her breasts together while he pressed his cock between the soft, globes. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. To feel that warm and inviting flesh against my dick would have been heaven. I started to tug at my shaft and finally squirted my load all over the rose bush in front. Within moments Miriam gazed lovingly down, smiling at the sight of her tits covered in Jorge’s milky fluid, barely visible against her translucent skin. For all three of us, it had been a worthy finale.

While they returned to kissing I gulped warm afternoon air, struggling to level my breathing. I drained the last drops from the bottle and retreated to my cottage for a well-earned shower.

All too soon my working holiday wound to an end, and although I often crept to the opening in the bush, I was never again privy to such an exhibition. But I have to say, the scene I was gifted that evening stirred up a host of fantasies that made sure I was far from bored in bed at night or when I got the chance to relax in the afternoon sun Indeed one such occasion has fixed itself in my memory.

I had eaten a little too much for lunch and decided to take a glass of wine out into the garden. Dozing on a lounger I dreamed about a naked Miriam. Well to be precise, Jorge too. The pair of us were using her simultaneously. She was kneeling on the patio couch with her head in my lap. I was unclothed from the waist down and her breasts dangled caressing the top of my legs. As I stroked her hair she suckled my dick. Each time Jorge pumped her from behind it would propel her forward slightly and my whole length would be engulfed into her warm moist mouth. Jorge playfully spanked her hip and groaned that he was about to come and I knew I could hardly hold on any longer. At that moment I woke and found my hand down the front of my chinos. I unzipped and freed myself of the garment. My cock was ripe and just needed a little encouragement from my imagination and a squeeze from my fingers. Just as I got a much-needed release, spurting onto my torso, I looked up thinking I’d heard a twig crack in the hedge. I could have sworn that something moved in the bushes exactly where my garden was linked to theirs.

I like to think that Miriam was watching me. The hand between her thighs turned on my actions. But I will never know. Yes, last summer was certainly eventful and by the end of it, I had completed The Trouble With Eternity.