WNGD

Sam, my gorgeous girlfriend, had moved in with me last summer. In fact, she hadn’t been my girlfriend before that. If you want to know the details, you’ll have to read “The Neighbour”. All I will say is that Sam is twenty-five years younger than me, and I adore her.

It is not very well known that the first Saturday of May is World Naked Gardening Day, although, judging from my social media feed, word is getting about. Sam and I had decided that if it was warm enough this year we would celebrate by – well – by doing some gardening in the buff.

Our garden is pretty secluded and is only overlooked by our neighbours on one side, Bob and Sue. They wouldn’t object to seeing us naked – it wouldn’t have been the first time. I guessed they might be quite likely to celebrate the day, too. Bob and Sue are very good friends of mine. They also happen to be Sam’s parents.

When the day came, it turned out to be a really warm and sunny day. Ideal for a spot of gardening au naturel.

After coffee we both donned our birthday suits, leaving our clothes in the conservatory, and I let Sam walk ahead of me a bit. I would never tire of seeing her gorgeous naked body. I caught up with her and put an arm round her, feeling her naked flesh against mine as we walked to the garden shed. After a kiss and a cuddle, Sam took out a pair of gloves, a bucket, a trowel and secateurs, and I took out the mower. I had already cut the lawn twice so this would be just a trim.

Just as I was about to start mowing, I saw Sue next door, who waved and came over to us as I looked up.

“Celebrating naked gardening day, I see,” she said, smiling.

“It’s a lovely day for it,” I replied.

“It is,” she replied. “I expect Bob and I will join you later. It would be a shame to miss the opportunity.”

When we played strip poker-dice several months ago, Sue was the winner and was still in her bra and knickers, whilst the rest of us were naked. I cannot deny that I wouldn’t object to seeing her without them. She went back to her house, and I walked back to my mower.

As I walked up and down cutting the grass, it was good to feel the spring sun on my skin, and to feel “Percy” hanging free. I glanced over at Sam each time I passed, watching her boobs jiggle about as she worked, snipping off a twig here and there, or digging up a weed and slinging it into the bucket. On occasions she caught me watching and smiled at me. With luck in a few months she would have a gorgeous all-over tan, I thought.

A while later Sue and Bob appeared in their garden, similarly attired. I glanced at Sam’s mum rather longer than I probably should have. Given her age (the same as mine) she was in good shape. Her boobs and areolas were somewhat bigger than Sam’s, and her bush was darker. What am I doing comparing Sam’s and her mum’s naked bodies, I thought. I waved to them, and got on with my mowing.

As I finished the lawn, cleaned and put away the mower, it was coming up to lunchtime. Sue called over the fence and said, “How about I make us all lunch?”

“That would be lovely, mum,” said Sam. “Shall I help?”

“Thanks, dear. That would be nice.”

Sam went through the gap in the fence that was a frequent shortcut between our two gardens. Bob called me through for a beer while the ladies got lunch.

Lunch was a ploughman’s, French-style with baguette and brie, and salad, which we ate on the patio. It was very welcome; we were all hungry after our morning work. Sam and Sue had a white wine with theirs while Bob and I stuck to our beers.

“That was lovely, Sue. Thank you,” I said when we had finished. Bob and Sam agreed.

“You’re welcome,” she replied.

After lunch Sam and I went back to our gardening, and Sue and Bob went back to theirs. We took a few posed photos of each other, some with a watering can or a shrub in a strategic place, and some without any disguise. I helped Sam with the weeding and cutting back some of the overgrowth for a while. After a couple of hours we had had enough, and I was looking forward to getting my hands on Sam.

Having put the tools back in the shed, I went to fetch a travel rug from the house and laid it on the lawn. I knew Sam was keen, too. If we had an audience, so be it, but I felt sure Bob and Sue would not be interested enough to watch. After all, Sam was their daughter.

I lay next to Sam on the rug, held her close and kissed her passionately on the lips. Our tongues entwined, and I tenderly fondled her left breast and gently brushed her nipple with my thumb. After a while, I kissed her on the neck, boobs, navel, and then on her light brown hairy mound.

As I gently buried my face between her legs, the warmth of her skin enveloped me, and I began to lick and nibble at her pussy and her clit. She squealed as I carefully inserted a finger while continuing my licking, and I kept up my slow, deliberate movements, feeling her body responding. I could feel the tension building until Sam let out a little yelp and went rigid, her muscles tightening around my finger. I paused while she came back to earth, and after she caught her breath we kissed and cuddled passionately again. I cradled her head in my hand as we kissed. I half expected her to tease me about tasting of her fanny as she had on our first “date”, but this time she just smiled sweetly.

As we held each other, enjoying the closeness, Sam whispered something in my ear. I grinned and nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. She turned over and knelt on all fours, watching me behind her with a seductive gaze. Her pouting pussy and her musky scent were so incredibly inviting. I gently rubbed all round her vulva with my thumb for a while, taking my time to build her desire. It wasn’t long before she called out, “Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me!”

I didn’t need asking twice! I knelt behind her, taking time to appreciate her lovely body before gently inserting my dick into her well-juicy vagina. I entered her slowly, savouring every centimetre, until I was in up to the hilt. I just hoped I could hold off long enough that we could cum together. As our bodies moved together in harmony, Sam moaned and squealed until finally we climaxed as one, and collapsed hugging each other tightly. How long we lay there just clinging to one another, I have no idea. Maybe it was the fall in the temperature as the sky started to cloud over that roused us, but whatever it was we decided it was time to go in.

“A shower together?” asked Sam.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart,” I replied.

As I hurriedly bundled up the rug, I saw Bob and Sue were on their patio. They were already clothed. Not knowing what to say, I hoped they wouldn’t start a conversation just now. To my relief they simply waved, and Sam and I waved back, and went inside.

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