Lady Alex.

I’ve explained in the description of my blog why I’m here so I won’t go in to that again.

Today I started as a gardener on a local estate after serving three years at horticultural college. This is my first proper job and as I’m going to be working alone it’s quite a step to take but if the rest of the days go like this one I will be laughing, or broken – not sure which.

The day started by meeting the agent for the estate outside the office at 8:30. He spent an hour showing me where everything is and then handed me the keys to the garden before leaving me. He suggested that I should take time to look around the place and take stock of what was there. During our tour he also pointed out that I would be working with direct supervision from the family and not him so for that reason in future I have to report for work at the hall in future and added that the owners would be in touch sometime during the today.

I had another look around the greenhouses after he left, not that there was much to see as the previous gardener left some time ago so any plants that were in the greenhouses were worse for wear. I then went back in the potting shed and was busy rooting around in there when I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of a female voice it was pleasantly spoken in an upper class accent. This I assumed was the family getting in touch. I felt a shiver down my back, partly because I was nervous of meeting the family for the first time and also the voice just did something to me. Straight off it excited me and I’m not sure why. I quickly left off what I was doing and turned to answer the woman who was now standing framed by the door way of the potting shed. Once again I felt overcome by some wonderful power.

‘Ah, there you are’, she said in that excitingly posh voice.

She is a tall slim woman in her late twenties or early thirties, I’m five feet ten inches and she is every bit my height. She had long blonde hair in loose curls that fell over her shoulders and was wearing a short leather jacket which hugged her willowy frame as did the dark blue jeans which showed off her beautifully formed hips and long slender legs to perfection. My eyes finally came to rest on her knee length leather boots. Of course all this was taken on board in an instance as was the fact that this woman to me was stunningly beautiful with perfect curves in all the right places, her eyes were hypnotic and had a voice that brought my heart to the verge of an attack. She had the power to render my brain to mush.

I quickly answered, ‘yes miss’, I couldn’t think of anything more constructive to say.

‘Are you getting you bearings?’ she asked.

Again I replied that I was.

She held out her hand so after checking that mine was clean, it would be a sin to contaminate such beauty with a dirty hand. I took her hand in mine in order to shake hands. As my hand wrapped around hers my heart skipped yet another beat. I couldn’t have been more excited if this had been the first kiss of a new girl friend, I never imagined a boss ever having such an effect on me. Now that I was close to her I could smell her, she smelled as beautiful as she looked and sounded. I was feeling almost dizzy with desire as she held on to my hand with her cool delicate fingers, I didn’t dare squeeze too hard for fear I damaged them. I had suddenly become aware of a developing erection in my pants. It was most uncomfortable because it was trying to expand in a position that was impossible to do so and I dare not re-adjust myself to accommodate it for fear of dawning attention to it. Again this all happened in split seconds, in fact the time it took for her to introduce herself as Lady Alexandra and going on to say that the rest of the staff refer to her as Lady Alex and I must feel free to do the same.

She let go of my hand and moved to my side and asked me a few questions about where I lived and whether I thought I would enjoy working alone and all things of that nature. All the while she was brushing my arm with hers. I wasn’t sure what to make of it as she was definitely invading my body space. On the one hand I felt a little uncomfortable about being this close but on the other each touch sent a thrill through my body. I’ve wondered since if it was some kind of domination thing as I’ve heard that business men etc. do it to assert their influence over others. If so I have no objection to being dominated by Lady Alex what so ever, what guy would object to being dominated be her? During our talk she said that I was to report directly to her as Mr Peters (The agent) was not involved with the day to day running of the house and her husband was away a lot but may ask me to do some things when he is here. She had a very dominant yet friendly manner about her, she was also free with her smiles and each one shot an arrow in to my heart as did her regular glances in to my eyes. If only I had the nerve to hold on to her stare. I thought I’d been in love with all the girls I’ve been out with so far but now I know I hadn’t really been in love with any of them at all. None of them made my heart race like my lady does, none of them were ever as perfect as she. It makes me a little sad to think that the only girl I will ever really love is not only married but is also in another class to me. I will do whatever she asks of me, the rest will have to come from within me. As she left I followed her out taking note of her soft silky golden hair draped over her shoulders. How I would love to stroke that hair and caress those shoulders and run my hand down her back just as I would love to spend hours looking in to her eyes and kissing those sweet lips. During our little talk my erection had subsided a little but as soon as my eyes came to rest on her glorious bottom everything began to once again stir. Each firm mound was a perfect handful crying out for me to take a hold. Thank goodness she turned round to wish me well and say that she hoped I enjoyed being here and that if there was ever anything I needed to not be afraid to ask. My lady is so sweet and beautiful and kind, I’m sure I will enjoy myself very much.

There was something very pressing that she could have given me a hand with but I would never dare suggest it, instead I returned to the potting shed and when all sound of her had gone I rested my backside against the work bench and sort to relieve myself. It was only a few short seconds before I was expelling all the pent up desire clean across the potting shed and on to the work bench along the opposite wall. I’d never know such a release and I dedicated it to my lady, hopefully just one of many dedications I will be making to her.

I know, it wasn’t very professional of me and it’s not something one should make a habit of in work time but it had to be done there and then.