Life on the allotment, was never going to be the same for me, how could it be? James was there working alongside me every day, so naturally, we became close friends, with our love for horticulture and vegetable growing our common ground. But the sexual tension between us was hot and constant, neither of us bowing to it, but you could almost see the heat rising between us. It was only a matter of time, until it exploded, and we both knew that.
At times, I sensed James seemed to take great satisfaction in knowing I had watched what should have been his own private, intimate act – but the ‘occasion’ was not mentioned again. I still had the lovely vision in my mind of this gorgeous guy pleasuring himself so openly, and when I allowed my thoughts to linger on it, my body tingled and my juices ran at the prospect of what may be to come between us.
The summer days started to shorten, and work on the allotment turned to harvesting and gathering what the land had given us. James and I took great pleasure in competing with each other as to who had grown the best of this and that, and our daily banter although friendly, undeniably had meaning to it – way beyond anything we had grown on our plots. It was almost as if we were nudging one another into to make the first move.
It was the end of a long working day. A still coolness in the air had taken me by surprise – and I had dressed inappropriately for the weather, only in small shorts and vest top, I was cold. James was in his shed, and I knew he wouldn’t mind: -
“James, do you have a jacket I can borrow please”, I asked as I stuck my head around his door – “it’s turned so cold”…
James turned, looked at me and smiled “It clearly is cold” he said obviously enjoying the site of my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my top. He handed me a jacket and shyly I put it on.
“Hey – why don’t we celebrate the great summer we’ve had – I was going to light a fire and cook here tonight – you wanna join me?” James words sent a thrill of anticipation and excitement through me, and I readily agreed to stay.
After a while, James had expertly lit an open fire, and together we cooked on it. We feasted on a delicious meal using some of our very own harvest and we shared wine from my potting shed fridge. Once we had eaten, chatted and laughed so much, my head felt a little light from the wine and the ambience, and the heat of the fire felt so good through my body.
James sat next to me, leaning against the shed, staring up at the early showing of stars in the now night sky. I couldn’t wait any longer, my body so needing to feel him, to taste what I had been waiting so long for.
“It’s so peaceful here,” I said, smiling, as I sat in front of him. He looked down at me, staring right into my eyes. We seemed to lock eye contact for an eternity, our stare saying so much. I leaned forward to him and kissed him gently on his mouth, it was so right, so natural. I brushed my lips onto his and lingered in the moment, feeling my heart immediately starting to beat faster.
James pulled my head to his own and kissed my passionately back, the hunger in his kiss and touch, told no lies, and I knew the mutual passion we had harboured for so long, was about to be born.
