Growth – A Work Of Erotic Fiction

Posted on April 21st, 2009 in Carnal Confessions

Spring Fever“Growth”

by Maximilian Lagos © 2006

Alan snuck another glance at his protégée over the rim of his glasses.

He had long since given up watching her to ensure she didn’t need his help with her tasks. Lately, his admiring gaze drifted from the skillful tending of his orchids by her slender fingers and had started meandering its way up her long arms. He would catch himself appreciating the curve of Beth’s cheek, the gentle flip of her hair or, much to Alan’s shame, the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt.

Several times, Beth had caught his eye and pulled him out of his reverie with her gentle smile. Not once had she embarrassed him by pointing out that he had been staring at her for far too long or far too often. She always just smiled her shy little grin and had gone back to her flowers.

Alan always smiled and went back to work as well. There was so much to do before the Festival and even though the snow was piled up against the sides of his greenhouse, his efforts were focused on bringing the life of Spring from pots of soil. It was a big order this year, almost double last year’s, and twice the variety of blooms as well.

Beth had applied to the help wanted ad he had placed in the local college newspaper within hours of it being published. She lacked any formal training but she was a natural when it came to flowers.

Focusing back on the task at hand, Alan reached for his trowel. His thigh brushed a bottle of liquid fertilizer, spilling it on the workbench and soaking his pant leg.

Alan yelled as the fluid started to burn his thigh. As he fumbled with his belt, Beth came rushing over to help. Grabbing a nearby hose, she started soaking down his legs as his pants dropped to the floor.

“Is it still burning?” she asked.

“A bit, but it’s getting better,” Alan replied, as he kicked his waterlogged shoes and ruined pants away from his feet. He had seen other gardeners with chemical burns before and really didn’t want that for himself. The coolness of the water took the heat of the burn away and he calmed himself a little.

“Let me take a look,” said Beth, moving closer to him and kneeling to get a better look at his reddened thigh. The skin was raw looking, but to Alan’s untrained eye, it didn’t look serious. She kept the water flowing over it as she gently reached out to touch the burn.

“Ouch!” Alan cried as he jumped away from her fingers, scaring Beth and earning himself a spray of water to the crotch.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, as she looked up at the painful expression on his face. Looking down at his thigh again, her eyes lingered over Alan’s soaked underwear for a moment. He looked down himself and could clearly see the outline of his penis pressing against the translucent white of his boxer-briefs.

The thought of Beth mere inches from his body made his manhood twitch and start to harden against the wet fabric, inadvertently giving her a better view. Before he could move away, Beth looked up and locked eyes with him. The shy smile was gone, replaced with something far more confident.

“I think you might have spilled some on your underwear too,” she smiled. “You better take them off so I can check you out.”

“Oh come on, you can do better than that. Try something that doesn’t sound so cheesy.”

“All right,” she said. “Please come here so I can pull down your underwear and take you in my mouth.”

“Beth, we…”

“Stop. Don’t even pretend you don’t want this as much as I do. I see you look at me all the time and I love it. What you don’t see is me looking at you too. I wanted to be with you after the first week.” Beth said, reaching for Alan’s waistband.

He moved closer and felt her hands on his hips. They were warm and left a trail of heat as they slid the wet cotton down his thighs.

“Mmmm,” Beth moaned as she took his hard cock into her mouth. Feeling her mouth on him for the first time made his knees buckle.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and existed only to be inside her. “Come up here,” he said. “I need to kiss you.”

Beth slid her mouth slowly off his hardness and stood up. He reached for her but she moved away teasingly. Her eyes locked onto his again and she grasped the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up her body, revealing her flesh inch-by-inch until she was bare.

She stood for a moment with her arms and shirt above her head then dropped the garment to the floor. Her hands slid down her body, rubbing and cupping her small, firm breasts, pulling on her dark nipples. Her jeans soon joined her shirt at her feet and she stood exposed before him.

He threw his own shirt to the floor and closed the distance between them in one step. She was pressed against him, her soft flesh warming his, mouths and hands exploring.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and jumped, wrapping her long legs around his waist. He staggered back against a workbench for support, and with a quick movement his cock found its way and entered her moist pussy.

Beth moaned as they joined and gripped him tighter. Alan regained his balance and walked them forward so Beth was sitting on another workbench.

“Wait!” she yelled. “Not here. I don’t want to hurt the orchids.”

With a laugh ending in a passionate kiss, Alan laid them down on a mound of potting soil. The dirt was soft and smooth and quickly, the lovers’ sweat had a fine coating of soil clinging to it.

Beth rolled Alan onto his back and took her place on top, grinding and thrusting herself against him. His hands cradled her breasts and teased their nipples between his fingers. As she moved closer and closer to her orgasm, he increased his own pace so they could finish together.

Eyes jammed shut; Beth threw her head back and cried out her pleasure. Feeling her pussy contract around him and listening to her screams, Alan let himself go and added his orgasm to hers in the humid air of the greenhouse.

Beth collapsed onto Alan’s chest, him still inside her. As their tremors subsided, Alan stroked her back and hair.

“Thanks for not wrecking the orchids,” he whispered.

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4 Responses to “Growth – A Work Of Erotic Fiction”

  1. LDNo Gravatar Says:

    Sweet Story Sexy Girl …most enjoyable Now I want a whole book of short stories.

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    ShastaNo Gravatar reply on April 21st, 2009 10:05 pm:


    I totally didn’t even write this story, LOL. It was submitted :P


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  2. LDNo Gravatar Says:

    I know…but It is a nod to you to write your own book. Second when are you post mine. LOL

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    LDNo Gravatar reply on April 22nd, 2009 10:03 pm:

    Boy do I have a story for you !!!

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