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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was at the allotment that a man mentioned another man was seen running about outside in only a pair of trainers. It was in the early morning and along the fenced narrow paths bordering the site. Much hilarity was had with the plot holders over this, mainly older retired gentlemen . But one older lady expressed shock and bewilderment.
Richard, a younger man in his early thirties saw the streaker too and confirmed the vague description. Athletic, trainers only and a fast runner.
His partner Sandra looked on concerned as they both lived together nearby.
The spring days grew warmer and longer and plants blossomed and spouted new growth. Sightings of the naked runner grew less frequent. Maybe it was as more people braved the still cool mornings to walk the dog or to get a newspaper?
One day a police man appeared on-site investigating break-ins and vandalism. He had heard about the streaker and asked if I had known anything . I didn't as I lived a mile away and generally visited the site after work. Also at this time I was shagging a young woman called Fenella. A leggy bit and very horny. She had helped me plant some crops on my plot wearing short shorts and a tight top. We almost had to consider an ambulance after the effect it had on some of the men!
Our sex life was healthy. I even lay off the bi sex for a while. I was getting older although I didn't see Fen as a long term thing.
But as she worked long hours and I was on good money I did use the occasional escort to keep my balls empty .
One day in the local high street I saw Sandra come out from an upstairs gymnasium. She said hello and we stopped and chatted about our plots and fruit and veg etc. Actually she looked nice in her gym gear. I hadn't noticed that she had such a cracking figure.
Then Richard appeared from the same gym. He saw me looking at his lady and after a very curt hello dragged her off home .
I continued shopping and thought about Sandra's ass. I began to wonder what it would be like to do her doggy style...
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During the summer, Fenella and I were waning a little. I think you can have too much of a good thing sometimes can't you? Or maybe I sensed her becoming a little too clingy?
One weekend afternoon at the allotment I saw Sandra. She mentioned that Richard and her were off to Malta for a fortnight and needed someone to water their crops. I agreed to. One as a decent fellow plot holder, and two, as someone who adorded Sandra's ass.
It wasn't much really, a few beans and some squashes. During this time, Fenella went off with the chubby head of IT at work, Lee. Not a bad guy, flash and loaded.
Richard and Sandra returned after their break and I saw him at the allotment. Hardly a thanks and no sign of any bottle of wine or gift for my efforts as had been hinted at.
Richard too was IT. Infrastructure and he did cabling at the local hospital. I had begun to detect a bit of a cold side to him but put that down to the pressures of running his own small business.
But I did think I'd have a bit of his missus should the opportunity arise.
Such an opportunity did soon arise when one day whilst out getting some groceries, I spied him going into the gym. He was wearing some cycling shorts, but even as a bi man myself they were way too tight on him and it looked embarrassing.
I took my shopping to the allotment on the way home to water my runner beans.
Sandra was there too ing. She had a nice short skirt on and looked lovely. But I detected she was a bit unhappy when I spoke and she was a little brusque.
Later on she came across and apologized. I said no problem and continued with my chores.
But she hung about and started talking about Richard.
I just listened. Apparently he was taking on too much work and wasn't sleeping and had become a bit irritable. She sometimes awoke to find he was already up and must be thinking of work. Then she burst into tears .
I comforted her. She hugged me and didn't let go. I didn't push her off. We kissed. Richard hadn't done that for a while in fact he had also gone off sex altogether seemingly.
My hand slipped up between her thighs. It was only the sound of the rusty old gates opening in the distance that put a stop to things.
I had a large shed and went in. She followed but we were both aware we didn't want the old fellas seeing anything as gossip was rife down there.
We talked quietly as I did some potting on of plants. I asked her if she wanted more or should we just let the matter be put to bed. She was quite emotional. Being young she still wanted kids but it looked like Richard would not be giving her any. He was wrapped up in work and wasn't giving much sex at all. The odd touch but he was growing cold. I said I'd be happy to oblige and so begun a very discreet affair.
I would take an afternoon off when he was working and arrange a session at mine where we could fuck. She'd then go home in time for his arrival and cook evening dinner
Sandra was pretty conventional sexually but she loved my tongue on her pussy. We used condoms but I'd generally splash my spunk over her tummy and boobs. She'd not wipe it off after and go to bed with him knowing full well she had another man's cum on her.
One evening after a session with Sandra she left to go home and I went to the allotment. It was around about 530pm and an old lady from further up among the plots was coming down the path towards the gate. She stopped and looked at me shocked. A naked man had ran along the fence adjacent to her plot and then ran back again.
The naked runner had struck again...
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One day at the allotment I was speaking to Terry a telecommunications guy. Very down to earth, middle aged, tall and slim. He loved his plot and kept it quite tidy unlike many others. He lived opposite Richard and Sandra. He had been having marriage issues hinself. I knew that from the other men. She was seeing a guy from a local estate. It seemed Terry took more care of his fruit and veg than her!
We glanced across at Richard and Sandra's plot and Terry mentioned that a flaming row had broken out about watering.
During the summer months the council do not like you using a hose to water. Our site agent was a bit of a tyrant and apparently had caught Richard red handed.
It was at this time that I lost my eldest sister to cancer. It was hard. My parents should never have lived to see her die before them.
All the old men on the site gave their sympathies. Unlike Richard who just casually brushed aside mention of her passing. Not that he knew her but he just said oh it was sad but it was just one of those things. He really could be callous.
I know I was shagging his girlfriend but I could see why she needed the comfort of another man.
I hadn't fucked her for a few weeks although I saw her with him at the allotments.
Later in the week I found a note pushed under my shed door. It was from Sandra. He was due to go away for a night, driving up to Birmingham NHS to do some work.
Would I stay at hers?
Well of course and thus we had a hot summer's night there.
We did everything, she was hot and she removed my condom as we fucked. She wanted a child.
As my dad would say, a standing prick has no conscience.
I left early the next morning for work reasons. When I got in I had left my wallet, it had slipped out of my trouser pocket.
I drove back to Sandra's and turned the corner. Richard's car was on their front and he was next to it. He saw me and stared. I hadn't phoned Sarah to tell her about my wallet and mobile phones for the masses had not been invented. I couldn't text. I pulled over to get out say hi, and perhaps blag an early cuppa. That way once inside I could signal to Sandra possibly about my wallet which was probably on their bedroom floor. But I knew she had gone back to bed when I had left.
I got out and Richard was between the car and front door. I could see him head upwards
"Good morning Richard" I said, "how are you and Sandra?".
He looked anxious as I stood by his gate.
"We're fine" he snapped and went down behind the car.
"Dropped something?" I asked him.
Of course it was me that had dropped something. I hoped to at least keep him talking in the vain hope Sandra might hear, wake and find my wallet on her floor.
Richard didn't respond at first and didn't get up .
I hesitated then said "You ok?"
"Yes, yes" he snapped, "See you at the allotment".
I couldn't think of a thing to say back, so said bye. He seemed rude and I couldn't envisage a way in . My affair would be rumbled.
Panicked I turned to get back in my car. But I glanced back to see a naked Richard scrambling for his front door!
It was later at the allotment that I saw Terry. He didn't know of my affair with Sandra but as I said he lived opposite them. I was talking about the water row when Terry mentioned that it was over more than just water. The site agent had heard that Richard was running around outside the site nude and decided to confront him. Using the hose was just an excuse to start a confrontation. Richard also had a habit of appearing nude in his windows and in the back garden too. Sandra knew all of this but was ashamed of him . He was back early that day because he had never been to Birmingham but was streaking naked across the New Forest by moonlight!.
Various people had seen him streak at times and reported him. His number plate was taken from somewhere and he went to court.
I didn't find out what the cunt got, as I packed in my allotment and Sandra too. I felt sorry for her but she stood by him. I got my wallet back quietly and I didn't get her pregnant!
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