Behind the Garden Shed

by X. S. Sillke

 

I had been standing behind the garden shed for nearly an hour now, peering around the corner towards the big patio doors of the house, and so far had not seen a thing. All the lights were on downstairs but no sign of a living soul up to now. I questioned exactly what I was doing here, it was only pervy old men in dirty raincoats that did this sort of thing. I hopped up and down in my high heeled ankle boots to rejuvenate the circulation to my feet, they were beginning to ache a bit now from standing still for so long. There was suddenly movement from the other side of the patio doors, I pulled back behind the shed and cautiously peered around the corner. A woman with blonde hair tied in bunches walked across the room, dressed in a white blouse through which you could clearly see a black bra, a grey pleated skirt with the waistband rolled over several times to make it shorter, which was the cause of the tops of her black stockings and suspenders being clearly on view, and a pair of black court shoes with incredibly high stilletto heels completed what was obviously meant to be a school-girl look, in a 'St Trinians' sort of way. She didn't appear to be wearing much make-up with the exception of striking bright red lipstick, and she strutted across to the drinks cabinet to pour what looked like a whisky.

Whilst the blonde stood by the cabinet another woman entered the room, dressed almost identically, but with brunette hair which was also gathered in bunches. Her heels were also incredibly high as she strutted across to stand by the blonde, her hand fondling her playmates bum beneath the pleated skirt. They stood there with their backs to me for a while before the blonde peeled away and sat down on the sofa, her legs splayed in a most unladylike manner. The brunette walked across and stood in front of her, it was strange, and somewhat frustrating, like watching a silent movie, as I couldn't hear anything which was obviously being said inside the room.

I shuffled on my heels again and rubbed my stocking covered thighs together, I should have put a coat on as it was starting to get a bit chilly. I noticed a bulging at the front of the brunettes school skirt, was it really a man dressed up ? I didn't have to wait long for an answer to my query as the blonde shifted forward to the edge of the sofa and flipped the brunettes skirt upward to reveal a big black strap-on dildo fastened around her waist. The blonde leant forward and slipped the big effigy between her bright red lips and sucked on it enthusiastically, her own tautly suspendered stockings still splayed wide and her hands running up and down the brunettes own stockinged legs. After a while the blonde tired of her fruitless efforts and stood up onto her high stilletto heels, they stood face to face and their brightly painted lips met in a passionate kiss, the blonde roughly groping her associates tits over her blouse. They broke from their embrace and the blonde reached under her short skirt to slide her black panties down her silk covered legs and stepped out of them, this process revealing a large and very excited cock ! She was the man !!

This was now getting more interesting. I skipped on the balls of my feet again, preventing the heels of my tight fitting ankle boots from making a noise on the concrete, my arms folded under my own titties, I was starting to feel decidedly cold. I wondered what made a man want to dress in this way, and be so obviously sub by sucking a false dick ?

The blonde had now bent over with his hands resting on the sofa cushions, his stockinged legs spread as wide as the ultra high heels would allow without falling over. The brunette moved up behind on her own ultra high heels and started to slowly slip the strap-on between the inviting bum cheeks before her. Once satisfied with her penetration she thrust rhythmically at her pert target, a hand reaching between the silk encased legs before her to grip the excited organ hanging in a downward projection, and started to milk it.

He couldn't be enjoying that ? The dressing up, well, yes, I could accept that may have an element of excitement or naughtiness about it, but receiving something of that size in his bum ? I couldn't relate to how that could be pleasurable. How did the brunette get her satisfaction ? Was it just the buzz from dominating her man in this way, dressing him up and then relieving him, but at a price ? Too many questions, my mind was on overload.

I averted my concentration back to the patio doors, just in time to see the blondes cock begin to spurt forth its excited content, the brunette directed it to one side, so that it was squirting all down the black silk encased leg of its owner. Spurt after spurt, the quantity a true measure of the excitement and fullfillment being experienced by the blonde.

The brunette slowly withdrew the large phallic instrument and the blonde struggled into an upright position on his widespread high heels, his spunk still dribbling down his stockinged thighs.

As I gazed at the scenario taking place the other side of the patio doors from beneath my long fluttering false eyelashes I felt her warm breath from behind me on my heavily rouged cheek, it was Melanie, well she would be there with me, it was her sister and brother-in-law that we were watching. Feeling her hand slide up beneath the hem of my short skirt to fondle the tops of my tautly suspendered black silk stockings before continuing its journey upward to squeeze my rampant cock straining inside a pair of her own black silk panties, she whispered "I hope you have been paying attention darling, because that is exactly what I am going to do to you when we get home."

Standing behind the garden shed, my whole body shuddered, and it wasn't the chill in the air that caused it !!

THE END

  

 

 

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