When I do my once a week stint with my beloved Badger it is usually on my day off, which is a Wednesday. We used to make it on a Sunday but it was the busiest time on the allotment and for obvious reasons, we wanted to keep our affair secret. Badger was happily married you see. But his sex life had long diminished. Alice had lost all her sexual prowess but, loving her husband so much, she was happy to masturbate him when the occasion arose which, he told me, that since he had met me and discovered his bisexuality, was hardly ever.
Badger had gone to great lengths to make his 'den' as I called it, like almost a second home. He had made up a very comfortable 'shagging' bench as he called it with cushions in the right places to give optimum dexterity. He built in a curve to give my butt the best position for his service and I felt especially desirable laying on it, perking up my butt for his delightful spoiling. I can tell you he really knew how to do that. It was beautiful to hear the sound of his breath increase as he grew more excited doing the things he was doing to me down there. I adored his coconut cream massages and his delightful working of my rampant ass. He had even arranged to install his own butane gas stove, so he could do us a fry-up when we took a break from our very amorous activates, and that was so nice.
He made excellent chips from fresh potatoes dug about two hours before. He said he needed to keep me fed up to get the very best out for me.
I usually teased him about that saying he was the one who needed building up; he seemed to be losing some of his libido lately. But he soon put that to rights with a good firm shag. But I was teasing him of course but it worked.
However on this particular Wednesday I had to go to my sister's wedding so we arranged to meet instead on Saturday. Badger said that there were a few more working their plots than on a Wednesday, but we shall just have to be careful and make sure no one saw me going into the hut.
I arranged to mobile him and he would be ready to open the door and shuffle me in.
It was all very exciting really..
We soon got into our usual foreplay and I enjoyed the ravishing spoiling Badger gave me.
I had grown to know his moods and when he sucked me gently I knew his fuck would be the same, but when he sucked me hard, I was ready for a real good deep and thrifty penetration across the edge of his potting bench. That was always so invigorating.
Otherwise it was action replay on his shagging bench when he could thoroughly do all the things he loved to do with my naked body before he fucked me.
The time I visited him on a Saturday however was thwart with interruptions. He was just giving me one of his hardy shags; I was steeped over the potting bench with a cushion beneath to prevent bruising when he vigorously pumped me. We were just about in the middle of our shag, having reached the point when Badger liked to pause deep inside me so that we could both enjoy the sensation of his throb pulsing strongly inside me.
I was ready for the final surge and made myself primed for that. It was always a magnificent finale to our magical sessions and I felt so well fucked and gratified afterwards.
It was a bonus if Badger chose to suck me dry afterwards, according to his moods and if not that he would indulge me in a little light spanking which was nice too. He would usually want that when I had put my gear back on because he said my butt looked so tempting in the skin tight jeans I usually wore when seeing him, knowing just how much he liked that.
They we so tight sometimes that I had difficulty in walking; but Badger declared, the way the tightness affected my movements was so sexy and stimulating, and he often likes to simulate fucking me bent over touching my toes, which was magical, just to feel his sturdy erection pressing between my cheeks. He would touch me up at the same time and it was just magic and wonderfully invigorating, but he would get his worth afterwards when I especially went to town enjoying oral with him. It was warm and succulent and very appealing. Then he'd have me astride on my knees over his face, my ass facing his head when he loved me to sit on him and sniff me up. That came about because I usually cycled to the allotment, and he joked that he wished he was my saddle I said that we could pretend. That really got him going and he developed a beautiful hard cock good enough for a real deep throat job, and that was nice too, it took me time and practice to do that, but now I would not be without it, and of late I managed to take his seven inch length right down to the base.
He asked for me to tease his balls in a certain way when sucking him, I found the way he liked and was soon in deep concentration. His response told me just how he liked that and, if ever he was a little slow to rise to the occasion, a good deal of concentrated oral sex solved the problem.
Badger simply adored that. He told me he had always wanted that, it was something Alice could never achieve and he never forced her. She never does that anymore and I said no matter because I was happy to be of service. I just loved the taste of cock and the feel of it sliding onto my throat. It was one of the very special moments I spent with dear old Badger.
When we started his cock was limp and crinkled, but now with regular sexercise and lots and lots of enthused sucking and spoiling, and plenty of wholesome fucking he was now well primed
I loved to feel the taste of him still in my mouth when it came like a veritable tornado penetrating my ass. It was lovely.
But back to that Saturday when we were disturbed, I heard his cock pop out of me as if he anticipated we would be disturbed. It was an odd feeling being one moment full up with him and the next empty.
I froze when I heard a loud knock at the door.
"I know who it is" Badger whispered and told me just to stay where I was and not to move, because he would get rid of the caller, He forgot that Jasper always came to say hello on a Saturday.
So there was I precariously steeped across the bench hoping I would not be seen.
Badger gingerly opened the door and I heard a gruff voice say that it was unlike him to lock himself away like that.
"I just wanted a tea bag if you would be so kind"
"Okay wait there, I'll find a couple for you mate."
