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My name is Nikki. I am thirty-five years old and had been married to Harry for ten years. I was quite sure he’d had at least one affair and possibly more. He earns a great deal, and we were very well off financially.We recently moved into a new, large house in a delightful village in Southern England. The house is beautiful and required no work, not even a lick of paint.However, the garden was a different story. At just over an acre, it comprised grass and nothing else; no flower beds, no trees and was boring. I was bored! Harry was spending at least three nights each week away with his job, or women friends.Although I spent time at the gym three or four times a week. I still had plenty of spare time on my hands. We had not made any real friends in the village. It is difficult for a woman on her own to call on other couples, it might have been misconstrued as though I was checking out their husbands.When Harry was home, he was always tired from travelling, so we did not tend to have a social life and our sex life was almost non-existent. On the rare occasions when we got together in bed, Harry would grab my breasts, rubbing hard at my sensitive nipples depriving me of any sensual feelings, before fingering me for a couple of minutes before pushing his cock into me whether I was wet or not.He would thrust inside me for a few minutes and roll off me and fall asleep. When we first met, he was a much more thoughtful lover, at least indulging in some foreplay. I could only imagine he was saving his best performances for someone other than me.I appraised myself in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. I was feeling low, and my self-esteem had taken a major hit of late. I had moved away from my friends, was lonely, and felt unloved. However, I decided to be positive.Looking at my reflection, I could see that at 5’ 7” I have long slender legs that are well-toned, my breasts are fairly small but pert, with my nipples erect and proud when I am aroused. My blond hair is cut stylishly short, highlighting my cheekbones and when I smile my whole face lights up.So, on the whole, I think I’m attractive. Why didn’t Harry fancy me anymore? Standing in my lacy blue thong and matching skimpy bra, I felt I could appear sexy to others.‘Hm,’ I thought, ‘perhaps I should try and have an affair?’ But how do you go about meeting people in a new area? The village we had moved to is lovely but so quiet.‘Come on; get a grip. Get busy. I need a project. The garden; but where do I start? I am going to need some help it is just so big. I have never designed a garden before.’I decided to go to the local garden centre and make some inquiries. There is a huge one about six miles away, so, having dressed in a summery light cotton short dress, I drove there.I walked around until I came to the outdoor area showcasing all types of plants, trees and shrubs. I approached an older assistant thinking he might have the experience to plan a large area.I explained the kind of help I needed, and he told me that I should contact Samantha. She had graduated from university with the highest marks and has now formed her own company. She had worked at the garden centre since she was fifteen years old and knew the local soil conditions and so on.He gave me her card. Valley Landscapes. We construct gardens to your design. Contact Samantha Reid. I drove straight home and gave them a call. The telephone was answered by a man with a friendly voice. I once again explained what I was looking for.“Yes, I am sure we can meet your requirements. Sam is on a job right now, but give me your number and I will get her to call you.”I had started on my project. I decided to fix lunch and sit in the conservatory with a salad sandwich and a glass of wine. I looked out at this huge expanse of nothing and wondered if it really could be transformed. I was jolted out of my daydream by the trill of the telephone ringing.“Hi, this is Samantha Reid from Valley Landscapes. Roger told me you are looking for some help in designing a new garden.”“Yes, I am, although I am beginning to have some doubts as it’s such a large plot; a bit more than an acre.”“Okay, that is doable. What are you worried about?”“It is just a huge area of grass with nothing on it.”She chuckled, and I felt the warmth of her enthusiasm. “Look at it in a positive way. It is a blank canvas, so in some ways, it is better not to have to transform someone else’s vision; it can be entirely Eryaman Escort yours.” I immediately felt more confident.“Now, today is Tuesday. Mrs Fowler, can we make an appointment for say, Thursday at 11 am?”“That would be fine, and please call me Nikki.”“Oh, much more friendly, Nikki!” I gave her directions to our house.“Now, Nikki, you can do something for me if you will. I would like you to jot down must-have items such as plants, pond, trees and any special shrubs you like.”“Oh, I thought you would do all of that.”“Yes of course, but this is going to be your garden and you might like a colour theme or something. Why don’t you go to the library and browse some gardening books before we meet on Thursday?Having disconnected the call, I thought she had a nice friendly manner, but she was in total control, even giving me homework. I laughed out loud. ‘Isn’t this just what I need?’THURSDAY.I rose at 7 am and after a light breakfast headed for the gym. After a really good workout, I showered and felt good. The gym gives me confidence and I was feeling positive and really looking forward to meeting Samantha.I don’t know why, but I felt the need to make a good impression on her, so I dressed in one of my favourite summer dresses which was short and showed off my long legs and took time with my makeup.Bang on eleven the doorbell rang. As I opened the door, I got a vision of an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous girl. She was about 5’ 9” with blond hair in a ponytail. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a tee-shirt that showed a glimpse of a pair of boobs with the nipples clearly outlined and no bra. She was tanned, fit and downright sexy“Hi, Nikki, great place you have here.”“Thank you; come on in.”“Oh I love your dress; that colour so suits you and your earrings match the colour of your amazing eyes.”“T t t thank you,” I stammered, completely overwhelmed by her beauty and self-confidence, but quickly recovered. “You look absolutely stunning yourself.”“Thanks. So, let’s see the garden.”Taking the initiative, she steered me through the house to the rear. We exited through the conservatory.“Fabulous, just as I thought: a blank canvas. The length of the plot is a bit longer than the width so it will lend itself to almost any ideas we have.” She took my arm and guided me back into the house. “Now, did you follow my instructions and go to the library?”“I did. I have prepared a list of ideas, but I’m not sure what will work.”“Don’t worry, that is my job. I have brought a portfolio of previous jobs my company has completed with testimonials from satisfied clients.”I was extremely impressed with her professionalism. She sat down on the two-seater sofa in the conservatory and patted the space next to her. I dutifully did as was asked. Our thighs were lightly touching as she talked me through her very impressive portfolio. She frequently touched my elbow or wrist to emphasize a point and her very close proximity was having a strange effect on me. I could smell a very subtle perfume and her skin was flawless.“My, that is impressive but how have you got such a thorough presentation of your work, being so young?”I heard that delightful throaty chuckle I had first heard over the telephone, which I found endearing. “Don’t worry, I’m twenty-five years old, and I started this business two years ago, and I am a go-getter. I know what I want, and I work hard to get it.”“Does your husband help in the business?”“My husband? I don’t have a husband. Oh, Roger, the guy who took your call? He covers the office when I am out on a job, and he helps out with a couple of others when we need some large physical work doing. Anyway, I am very hands-on and do most of the planting myself. How about you, are you married?”“Yes.”“Oh, I detect a pause there. Is he not happy that you called in a landscaper?”“Oh, nothing like that. He hasn’t shown any interest and, don’t worry, he won’t be a problem, and I have my own money for the budget.” Samantha looked at me a little too long for my comfort. I got the impression she was sizing me up. She gently took my hands in hers.“Listen, I think we can work really close on this project. I think we could forge a great partnership.”I loved the warmth that she conveyed to me. She smiled and I melted a little and just knew I had made an excellent choice by using her company.“Now, let’s have a look at your list, and we can Sincan Escort draw up an outline of how it might look.”We worked for about an hour throwing ideas at each other and I was totally impressed with her. All the time she kept touching me, giving me the confidence to make more of a contribution to the meeting than I otherwise would have.“Well that is a great start, you have some really clever ideas that will work,” she said, putting her hand on my bare knee. Her touch was like velvet.“May I ask you something, Nikki?”“Sure.”“You have great legs; do you work out?”I blushed. “Yes, I go to the gym three or four times a week.”“It shows; you look good.”She had her hand on my leg and squeezed. “How about you? You look fabulous.” She giggled and my heart melted at this delightful sound.“Yes, I work out, but gardening keeps me fit, and being outdoors most of the time is good for the complexion.” Samantha stood up. “I am going to spend some time making sketches and prepare some examples on my laptop of what we can do. Is that okay with you?”“Oh yes.”“So, I will call you in a few days, and once we have agreed, or thrown something out, or added something, I will be able to give you an accurate costing.” With that she hugged me, and kissed me lightly on my cheek, murmuring in my ear, “see you soon.”I blushed again and realised I had goosebumps. God, this beautiful woman had impressed me immensely and I could not wait to see her again.Harry came home fairly late that Friday evening. After dinner, I had planned to tell him of the ideas we had for the garden, but he was not a bit interested and he went to bed saying he was tired. I suggested joining him, but he said he needed sleep, so I slept in a spare bedroom. On Saturday he announced that he was playing in a golf tournament all day. He reluctantly agreed to go out for dinner but left me to book a table.Left on my own, my thoughts strayed to Samantha and how lovely she was. For someone so young she was very forceful in controlling what she wanted out of our meeting, and I was very happy to agree, not having a lot of confidence myself.I made a real effort to look my very best for Harry, but it did not seem to work for him. I got quite a few admiring looks from some of the other diners, so I tried to keep my confidence levels from slipping any lower.On Sunday, the telephone rang. It was Samantha. “Hi Nikki, sorry to bother you at the weekend but I have some sketches to show you, but I want to check out where the sun sets in your garden, would it be convenient for me to pop over at 5 pm?”“Yes, certainly, I look forward to seeing you.” I scampered upstairs to change out of my jogging gear, making sure I looked as good as I had the previous evening. I positioned myself near the front door and saw Samantha coming up the path. I opened the door and stepped out to greet her.“Hi, Nikki.”She hugged me tightly and her lips brushed my cheek sensually. Holding me by my shoulders she stepped back to look me all over with her eyes sparkling. “Wow Nikki, you look gorgeous, have you been ravished this weekend?” She grinned mischievously.I blushed but was feeling tingly all over, all the way from my nipples which had started to become erect to a warm feeling in my knickers.“No, not a chance,” I muttered.She looked at me quizzically and whispered in my ear, “You would have if I had any say in the matter.”My God, the effect her words had on me sent shock waves coursing through my body. Was I imagining what she had just implied? I looked up at her again and she was smiling before looking into my eyes and grabbing my hand. “Come on let’s go to the end of the garden to look at the sunset.”I let her lead me through the hall and out into the garden from the conservatory. We strolled around the garden making small talk but every few minutes she would squeeze my hand, release the pressure then squeeze again. Bliss!“So, have you missed me, Nikki?”“Yes, I have thought of you a lot.”“Correct answer!”We both laughed. Samantha had an artist’s bag on her shoulder which I guessed housed the sketches. At that moment Harry came out of the conservatory and headed our way.“Oh no!” I tensed, and Samantha felt my body language change. She squeezed my hand keeping hold of it.“I take it this is hubby?”“Yes.”I spoke through gritted teeth. “I have tried to talk to him about our ideas, but he has shown no interest at all.”“Until Etlik Escort I showed up?”“Yep.”“Prick! I bet it’s about three inches.” I could not help bursting into laughter.“So, who is this beautiful creature and why have you been keeping her a secret from me?” Harry strode up to us, his eyes appraising Samantha from top to toe.“Hi, I’m Samantha Reid. You have a great plot here and Nikki has some wonderful ideas for it.”“Has she? I didn’t think she could create a hanging basket.” I blushed with embarrassment before Harry’s next comment cut me to the quick.“Samantha, maybe you and I should get together to discuss ideas for the garden.”Samantha smiled sweetly and replied, “No thanks, Nikki is my client, and she is a natural for producing ideas. Anyway I just wanted to see where the sun sets on your plot, so now I have seen it I must fly to another appointment, I’m afraid. So nice to meet you, Mr Fowler. Nikki, could you show me out, please? She held my hand and started leading me back to the house.“Oh, no time for a drink, or something?” Harry desperately called after us. Samantha just raised her hand in a dismissive gesture and kept walking with me in tow.“Walk me down the drive, Nikki. I have an idea as to why you are so unhappy. Can I call round tomorrow at about 11 am?”“You bet; I am so sorry for Harry’s behaviour.”“Don’t give it another thought, he isn’t worth it.”She leaned in and her lips brushed my cheek, and she whispered in my ear, “We will have a long chat tomorrow. You are by far my sexiest client and don’t let him destroy your confidence.” She climbed into her car, gave me a cheery wave and drove off.That evening Harry and I had a big argument. He accused me of trying to keep him from meeting Samantha. When I countered that he had shown no interest in the garden he denied it.The evening degenerated downwards from there. I accused him of not being interested in me, and how I had got some admiring looks the night before. He told me that compared to people he met in his line of work I was dowdy. However, Samantha’s remarks kept me from getting low.The intimate feel of her touches made me feel as though I had known her for ages. The thought of her smile had me buzzing.I went upstairs and locked the bathroom door. Then I did something I had never done before; I had a sexual fantasy involving a woman. I pulled down my knickers and rubbed my clit, very wet with the thoughts of Samantha.It was how she looked at me, the feel of her holding me and those sensuous lips on my cheeks with her breathy whispers in my ear. I pretended it was her hands on my pussy, teasing my clit from its hiding place and rubbing it to make the juices flow.They ran down my leg and I had not felt so aroused in years. I was probably kidding myself, but I was determined to enjoy my fantasy. It was Samantha’s fingers that prized my pussy lips open and her two fingers that entered me and fucked me frenziedly.I was in sexual heaven as I leaned against the bathroom door and let the most amazing sensations wash over me. My body took control as my cunt spasmed, and I shuddered with the most powerful orgasm I had enjoyed in years.I slid down the door ending up in a heap on the floor where I lay until the spasms ceased before managing to crawl into the shower cubicle and cleanse myself.That evening in bed, my thoughts again were of Samantha, wondering what she looked like naked. I imagined her pussy was shaved as I am sure most young people must be when you see the skimpy material that sells for bikini bottoms these days. I promised myself that I would shave down there as I teased my clit and got myself wet again and frigged my cunt until that deliciously sensual feeling overtook me once more and I climaxed before drifting off to sleep.The next morning I was really excited. I showered, shaved my pussy and dressed in my sexiest underwear.‘Why am I doing all of this? I have never lusted after a woman before. I don’t suppose anything will happen, but what if she does come on to me? I want her to, but will I have the courage to go with it? Hell yes. It will be a new experience, and she makes me feel uninhibited,’ I thought to myself.I dressed in a cream blouse with the top two buttons undone which showed just enough cleavage to glimpse my lacy bra and the top half of my breasts. I finished off with a navy mini skirt, and heels.What would Samantha see? A sexy woman or a slut? I so hoped I had made the right impression.Samantha arrived bang on time. She wore a tight blue tee-shirt, no bra and the briefest pair of hotpants I have ever seen. Her long legs and sexy tight arse were displayed to perfection. The artist’s bag was on her shoulder. She let her eyes wander slowly all over my body as I blushed a deep red and held my breath.
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