Working at Blakely's Greenhouse

Paul just left his botany class and, for some reason, decided to glance at a notice board before exiting the science building. The bright green flier pinned to it caught his eye, and he halfheartedly thought it could be a notice for a job. As he read, his eyes got wider, and he became hopeful.

"Part-time summer work needed at private greenhouse. Contact Harold Blakely with the provided number."

Hmmm. Dr. Blakely. Paul knew that name. He was a retired botany professor from the biology department. He vaguely remembered someone telling him about how Blakely and his wife owned a greenhouse on their property. Paul had never taken any of his classes, but he had met him once before.

"This could be a sweet gig," Paul thought, and he took one of the phone number cut-outs at the bottom of the flier.

Paul needed a summer job. And he had one more year to go before he graduated. He was 21 and had a full-ride scholarship, but his bank account was dwindling. He and his ex worked together at a pizza joint that his ex's uncle owned, but after they split, Paul quit. That was two months ago, and him finding another part-time job since was near impossible.

Paul was confident he could do whatever they asked, which is why he assumed the flier was posted in the biology department near the botany classes. Paul was getting his undergraduate degree in biology with a botany focus and had already been accepted into the graduate program at his university with an assistantship. He could have applied elsewhere, but he liked his professors and the program, and not having to pay for another degree he would admittedly need to eventually get anyway was definitely a perk. Plus he liked the idea of not having to apply anywhere else.

Paul called Dr. Blakely that evening, and after he told him a bit about himself and his schooling, Blakely invited Paul to his house the next day (Saturday) for an informal interview.

"I got this," Paul thought as he hung up.

Paul drove to the Blakely's sprawling property the next day, using the directions Harold had given him the day before. The house and property were huge, and he noticed a greenhouse to the right of the house. Paul wondered how a college professor could afford it, but his mind shifted to the interview as he parked in front of the house.

Paul started walking to the front door but noticed two people in the greenhouse to his right, and he figured it was the Blakelys. Harold came out and started to walk toward him with a bright smile plastered on his face. He was tall and stocky and had gray hair and a beard that was neatly trimmed.

"Paul?" Paul nodded at Harold and smiled. Harold reminded Paul of a big teddy bear.

"Harold Blakely, nice to meet you again."

Harold chuckled and shook Paul's hand. The two of them had met a couple of years ago at a biology department gala, and although Harold had forgotten him, seeing Paul again refreshed his memory.

Harold guided Paul into the greenhouse, where his wife, Georgia, was working. Georgia was wearing a straw hat and had silver hair that was hanging in a braid over her right shoulder. She was somewhat plain-looking, but Paul noticed how fit she was and how pretty her face looked without seemingly wearing any makeup. She also had a kind, bright smile.

"So Paul, I called Dr. Jones from the biology department, and he gave you raving reviews. This interview shouldn't take long; I just want to make sure you know your stuff. Can you name these plants for me?"

Harold pointed to a row of herbs from a section of the greenhouse.

"Sure," Paul said, and he did what he was told.

"Nice," Harold said. "Dr. Jones said you were interested in researching rare native plants from the area?"

"Yep," Paul said. "Specifically ferns."

"Nice!" Harold said, and the two of them started discussing plants like they were talking about football.

Eventually, Georgia let out a cough and started to walk closer to them.

"Oh, my manners, Paul. Sorry. This is my wife, Georgia. She isn't a botanist." -

"A retired pharmacist." She said, cutting off her husband. "Nice meeting you. If you boys are finished with your academic mumbo jumbo, maybe we can show Paul what we need him to do?"

"Of course, dear." Harold said, and he proceeded to show Paul around.

Paul learned a lot, especially that the Blakey's greenhouse was a supplier for other commercial greenhouses with their herbs. They mostly needed Paul to help transport but also to help grow and fertilize. Being both retired, the greenhouse was somewhat of a side project for them, and Paul learned that the guy who had worked for them for the past two summers had graduated and moved away. Paul was to start two weeks after his finals.

Paul drove up to the Blakelys' the Monday after his final exams, ready to go. He was to work 20 hours a week, from 7am to 11am, and be off on the weekends. From 7-9, Paul was needed for deliveries, and from 9-11 to help in the greenhouse.

The following Friday, he noticed the greenhouse empty when we returned from his deliveries. Georgia was usually there to help him. Paul was testing fertilizer when Harold approached him.

"Georgia had an appointment in town. We're actually hosting a pool party this evening for some friends. You're welcome to come if you want, if you don't mind hanging out with people old enough to be your parents." Harold said with a chuckle, and Paul noticed he had a glimmer in his eye.

Truth be told, Paul didn't have anywhere to be. His roommate Heather was visiting her parents, and his love life had been at a virtual standstill since he broke up with Braxton. And a lot of his friends from school went home for the summer.

"Sure, I can come. Thanks, Dr. Blakely."

At 5:00pm, Paul pulled into the Blakely's driveway. He actually didn't know that they had a pool, but it was apparently in the back of the house, and he walked along a narrow sidewalk to the left of the house until it led him there.

It was a hot evening. Paul noticed Harold at a grill, and two couples (that looked to be in their 60s) were wading in the water. Georgia was sitting in a lounge chair in a form-fitting bathing suit, drink in her hand. Paul glanced at her chest and quickly darted his eyes elsewhere. He liked what he saw.

"Paul!" She waved enthusiastically, "I'm so glad you made it!"

"Is this the new help?" One of the other women said jokingly with a wink.

Georgia rolled her eyes and smiled. "This is Paul, a future botanist. He's helping us out this summer."

"I bet," the same woman said.

"Jennifer!" A man said, and Paul assumed it was her husband.

"I'm sorry, Paul, the ladies have already had some spirits," the man who was probably Jennifer's husband said.

Paul smiled. "It's alright, but it's hot, so I think I'm going to cool off!"

Paul didn't feel awkward at all being around older adults; he actually preferred it. He always felt he was more mature for his age and more driven. He peeled off his shirt and slid into the pool.

Georgia's eyes were on him the second he took off his shirt. Paul was tall and slender, with brown hair and a cute, boyish face. He was a very attractive young man but didn't seem to notice. That and the fact he was a big nerd like her husband made him even more endearing.

By 8:30pm, everyone had left, except Paul. He was sitting in a lounge chair next to Harold, and the two of them were nursing a drink, both tipsy. Georgia was putting dishes away in the house.

"Shit, fella, we might have gotten you too tipsy to drive home," Harold said, and Paul sat down his drink.

"I'll be fine if I switch to water now. This was fun; thanks for the invite, Dr. Blakely." Paul then fetched a water bottle from a nearby cooler.

"Well, we have an extra room if you need it, kid."

Then Harold changed the subject. "That Georgia. She seems to really like you." Harold said with a chuckle.

"What was that?" Georgia said as she walked back onto the patio.

"He said you like me," Paul said playfully, with a boyish grin.

Georgia then put her hands on Paul's shoulders and started to rub, and Harold was looking at them with his big, burly smile.

"Paul," Harold said in a more serious tone. "We like you a lot and are grateful you are working for us."

"Uh huh," Paul said, as Georgia was giving him the best shoulder massage of his life. "I can't thank you enough, Dr. Blakely."

Georgia then stopped her massage, and Paul immediately missed her grip. He then noticed her fetch a chair and then place it next to him. He also realized he was more tipsy than he realized.

"Georgia is stunning, isn't she?" Harold said, and Paul looked over at her in her chair.

Georgia's hair was back in its braid, and she was still wearing her bathing suit, although she had put shorts on. Paul began to notice how perky her boobs were. He was bi and he usually only dated men but really liked boobs. He wondered if she had them done.

"Oh yeah," Paul finally answered, "you both are."

Oops, he realized he let something slip. He wasn't ashamed of who he was, but he knew sometimes queer people needed to be careful. But it was true, Paul really liked Harold's beard and jolly face. He was ruggedly handsome, and his care for Paul was a bit of a turn-on.

Harold let out a big chuckle, and that eased Paul a bit.

Paul also noticed something else: that Georgia was now rubbing his upper thigh. Could they be... seducing him? The thought wasn't off-putting, and since he was getting an erection... And now Harold was rubbing his other leg...

"So Paul, I want to share something. I'm impotent." Harold flatly stated. "I can't give Georgia what she needs. You can say no, but we were wondering if you would have sex with her tonight."

By now Paul's dick felt like a huge sausage in his pants. He couldn't deny he was turned on by the proposition, and the alcohol fueled his courage.

"It's been a while since I've been with a woman," Paul said admittedly, "and the job..."

"It's fine, son." Harold said. "She can take the lead. And don't worry about the job." Harold said with a wink.

Paul smiled at Harold, and that was all that was needed to proceed.

"Let's go upstairs," Georgia said, and the three of them left the patio.

Harold escorted Paul to a guest bedroom, while Georgia went to the bathroom to freshen up.

"That's a pretty big tent you've pitched there," Harold said with a chuckle, pointing to Paul's trunks.

Paul removed his t-shirt, but Harold stopped him from removing his trunks.

"Keep those on. She'll want to take those off of you herself." Harold said, and Paul sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Georgia. Harold left the room to go check on her.

The Blakelys entered the room a few minutes later. Paul was a bit shocked to see the plain woman, who usually had dirt on her clothes from working in the greenhouse, all dolled up. Georgia was wearing sexy black lingerie and had put on a touch of makeup.

Paul noticed how Georgia's top accentuated her breasts, and Paul's eyes became glued to them. Up until the pool party earlier, he would have never known Georgia's body was so sexy.

"Hello, Paul," she said as she approached the bed. "God, Harold, his bulge..."

She sat next to Paul on the bed and began rubbing it through his trunks.

"I'm going to have fun with this." She purred.

"Happy to oblige!" Paul said as his eyes followed her mouth, which took him into a kiss.

Georgia put her hand behind Paul's head and caressed his hair while continuing to rub his prick. Paul's hand drifted to the back of Georgia's bra, and she stopped him.

"You first, sexy," she said, and on cue, she and Harold pulled off Paul's trunks. Paul rose up a bit to make it easier for them to take his shorts off. His 7.5-inch dick smacked back on his stomach with a thud. "Lay down."

Paul felt like he was in a dream. He was still slightly tipsy but feeling good. Real fucking good.

Georgia had him scoot on his back so his head was resting on a pillow, and Harold helped her get her bra off, freeing her breasts. The naked sight of her boobs caused Paul's dick to swell and start to precum, and before he knew it, Georgia scooted next to him and plopped one of them on his face.

Paul felt Georgia's hand begin to slowly jerk him, and he felt another hand--much rougher--massage his balls. He looked up and saw Harold, still fully clothed, eating his wife out while rubbing Paul's balls.

Harold caught sight of Paul's glance and briefly paused.

"It's ok, Dr. Blakely, I don't mind you touching me too." Paul said.

Harold shot him a goofy grin and resumed doing tongue tornadoes on Georgia's pussy.

Paul put his hands on Georgia's tits, rubbing them as he took turns sucking her sensitive nipples. The stimulation on her clit and nipples became too much, and Georgia quickly threw her head back and began shaking with an orgasm. Paul heard Harold giggle into her snatch as she came back from the euphoria.

After she recovered, Georgia scooted to the edge of the bed, where her and Harold started to give Paul a blow job.

Each of the Blakely's took turns jerking, sucking his balls and shaft, and massaging his sack. Their mouths worked in tandem, and Paul realized that they were well rehearsed in what they were doing. Feeling Harold's beard against his dick and balls was a huge turn-on for Paul.

"Ready to fertilize this pussy, Paul?" Georgia said. "I can't get pregnant, but I really want you to come in me. Can you do that, Paul?"

"Uh huh," Paul said, almost stunned. They almost got him off several times with their amazing blowjob, but both seemed to know when to slow down to keep him from erupting.

Harold grasped Paul's dick and guided it into Georgia, who was getting ready to ride him.

As she sank down, Paul started to squirm.

"I don't know how long I'll last, but I can recover quickly." He said, breathing heavily.

Georgia looked down at him and smirked. "Of course you can; you're young."

She then started to ride him in a rhythmical manner, placing her hands on his chest. Paul watched as her beautiful tits bounced around in front of his head. He placed her boobs in each hand, with his thumbs lightly rubbing her nipples. At the same time, Paul felt a lubed, calloused hand lightly rub his balls.

The sensation became too much for both of them, and Paul and Georgia both came together. Paul kept shooting and shooting as Georgia clamped down on him, herself shaking with pleasure.

The intensity finally faded, and Georgia dismounted Paul. Cum poured out of her pussy and onto Paul and the bed. Georgia lay on her back.

Pau watched as Harold started to lightly lick her pussy and play with Paul's cum in her cunt. The sight caused Paul to get hard again, something the Blakelys both noticed.

After a bit, Harold asked his wife, "Ready to go again, honey?"

"Oh yes, darling." Replied Georgia. "Paul, how about you get behind me this time?"

Paul didn't speak; he just did as he was told and got in position to fuck her doggy style. He pushed in and grabbed the sides of Georgia's ass while he started to pump.

Georgia matched his forward thrusts by backing herself onto his prick, and they both fucked in a heated rhythm.

Sex juices were splashing everywhere. Georgia shouted she was coming again, and Paul said he was close. Before he could come, Georgia turned around and started to jerk Paul while he sat back on his legs. Harold scooted next to her, and Georgia forced Paul to ejaculate on her husband's face. Huge globs of cum shot out and landed on Harold's face and tongue. Paul's second orgasm was way more intense than the first.

Paul's jizz was smeared in Harold's beard, and the three of them started to burst into laughter.

"Three in one night--it's been a while, baby!" Harold said, and Georgia collapsed on the bed.

"I'm spent." She said and looked at Paul. "That was pretty good considering you rarely have sex with women."

"Admittedly I'd rather date men, but my dick doesn't discriminate any kind of pleasure," he said.

By this point, Paul's buzz had worn off, and although he was tired, he was ready to go home. He pulled his clothes on, hugged the Blakelys, and was on his way. He wasn't sure how things would go on Monday when he was supposed to work in the greenhouse again, but he suspected what happened that night would probably happen again. And he wasn't upset about it.