My Latest story: The Gardener Part 1
She had been hired to the Pennington Estate to do art restoration for their gallery and the job was a dream. She lived on-site with other employees in a modest but nice outbuilding that had been remodelled into flats. The grounds were gorgeously manicured, it looked like a movie set.
It was walking in the garden after a shift that she first met Mr. Bell the gardener. He was an older gentleman with a build that showed he worked outdoors his entire life. She couldn't help but stare at him working shirtless trimming a hedge into a perfect square. He had a handsome square jawline that would have been very movie star-like when he was young. His skin dappled with freckles. His sweat glistened in the sun, dripping down his rock-hard chest. She followed the beads of sweat into the deep 'V' of his groin. He was extremely lean and his work jeans sat dangerously low on his hips. She was completely unaware when he pulled off his ear protection and spotted her.
"Can I help ya?" he said curtly.
She stood frozen like a deer in headlights. It took a minute before she came up with words. Embarrassed she lied like a sinner in church.
"Oh… I'm sorry. I was fascinated by your hedge trimming. You make amazing shapes… With the hedges." she stammered.
He put the hedge trimmer down for a second. She could tell he wasn't 100% sold on her answer. He stared at her sternly for a moment through the round glasses perched on his nose, and she felt like he was penetrating right through her with his deep green eyes.
"Thank you," he said flatly and put his ear protection back on, pushing his wavy snow-white hair back.
He returned to what he was doing. She scuttled away, embarrassed but also uncomfortably damp between the legs.
Unknown to the young artist, as she waddled away, Mr. Bell put the trimmer back down to admire her soft and chubby thighs jiggling under her short pleated skirt.
Mr. Bell was used to being the invisible groundskeeper. For the most part, he liked it that way. Occasionally he did wish he still attracted some female attention, as he did 20 years ago. When the new artist moved into Pennington he took notice.
She spent long hours walking through the garden alone when the other ladies in the flat threw loud parties. She would sit among the flowers sketching, her long curly hair draped around her. She had beautiful exotic and dark features he didn't see much of in Scotland. He overheard one of the ladies saying she was mixed.
He knew nothing about her but he found himself waiting for her to wander into the garden for her daily walk and he would try his hardest to be invisible while admiring her lovely dark eyes.
He was taken by surprise when she noticed him trimming hedges. He only saw her out of the corner of his eye and at first, he thought she was one of the chirpy girls from the first floor flat coming to complain that their piles of beer cans hadn't been taken to the dumpster yet.
As she walked away he cursed his curtness. Now she would think he was an asshole. He sighed.
His interaction with the artist bothered him for the rest of the evening. He decided he was going to apologize the next time he saw her.
The next day she made a note not to bother the gardener. She was a little put off by his curt responses but she understood he was probably tired. The other girls said he worked fairly long hours.
She went for her daily walk in the garden, she was surprised to see Mr. Bell, dressed in a light blue button-up shirt and white dress pants. In his hands, he had a deep red rose that was so large and chubby it came from the Pennington gardens. Her heart stopped when he approached her.
"Oh, hello Mr. Bell, I'm sorry for bothering you yesterday." she squeaked.
He awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair.
"Oh, I wanted to apologize for that. I thought you were someone else. I um… I didn't mean to be so short. This is for you."
He quickly handed her the plump rose, nervously wringing his now empty hands.
"Thank you! It's beautiful! It's ok, I know you were very busy."
"I'll uh… Let you get back to your walk. Miss…" he stammered.
She looked wonderful today, a simple red sundress that sat off her shoulders made her dark hair and eyes stand out.
"Jin. My name is Jin." She smiled up at him.
His heart pounded against his ribcage.
"Lovely name… I'll be… Going then." he was terrified he was turning red.
"Mr. Bell, did you want to join me on my walk?" she pipped up.
It would be rude of him to say no. He wanted to get to know her. At the same time, he was nervous and wanted to run to his house and hide from her.
"I would love to." he managed to reply.
As they walked they talked about the estate, what it was like working there.
"I just like keeping to myself I guess. I think the other girls in the flat think I'm being rude." she sighed.
"They'll warm up to you."
"I hope so."
They then talked about what it was like to work in the gardens.
"I started working here at 16"
"Wow. What's it like?" she said.
"long hours but I enjoy gardening so it doesn't feel much like work. The winter season slows the garden upkeep down so I don't have to work much."
They talked for hours, and he felt himself relax in her presence. They enjoyed each other's company, even if it wasn't super exciting.
When the sun started to go down he walked her to her flat. He hesitated a moment, wanting to kiss her goodnight but scared she didn't feel that way about him. Eventually, she reached up and gave him a hug, which allowed him to feel her soft body against him.
"Goodnight, I hope I can talk with you again tomorrow," she said shyly.
He blushed a little. "Yes, we should do this again tomorrow. Goodnight Jin."
The next morning he went early to a small shop in town and found a beautiful enamel hair clip that had big pink peonies on it. The peonies were the same pink as her lips.
He bought it and wrote a note, leaving both in her little mailbox outside the flat.
"Meet me in the garden near the peony bush." it read.
He had hoped to have enough time to dress nicely before he had to meet Jin, but he seemed to have endless tasks that needed doing and had to rush in his work pants to meet her.
He found her in the garden, sitting in the grass playing with petals that had fallen off the large and swollen pink peonies. She had her curly brown hair pinned back with the enamel flower clip he gave her. Her tanned skin glowed in the sunlight and her pink lips seemed to sparkle. Seeing her wear something he gave her made him melt into a puddle. Every ounce of him wanted to scoop her up and kiss her.
He felt self-conscious and for a moment thought he should put his shirt on so he looked somewhat civilized, instead of like a sweaty working man. He reached into his back pocket where he usually tucked it and realized he had left his shirt in the greenhouse.
"Uh. Hello." he regretted opening his mouth, he should have thought of something better.
He wasn't very romantic.
"Oh, Aaron! There you are!" she smiled up at him.
She looked up at him with those beautiful dark eyes. He would give anything to wake up to those eyes every morning.
"Ah, how are you today?" he asked.
"I'm good, come sit with me." she pats the grass beside her.
He sat down beside her, worried he smelled like sweat.
He sat quite close to her and he smelled like cedar mulch and sun. It made for a nice earthy smell, not unpleasant at all. She thought about what it would be like to run her fingers over his chest, trailing down his stomach and maybe even into his pants, following every curve of each muscle. Did she want to touch him, maybe just his shoulder to start? Oh but what if he didn't feel that way about her? She was young and inexperienced, and he might think she was just annoying. She kept her hands to herself.
"I hope I'm not being too forward… But you look incredibly beautiful today." he gushed.
He was bursting with love and lust for her, she wrung her hands shyly when he sat down next to her and he found it incredibly sweet. Keeping his feelings from bubbling over was getting more and more difficult.
"I'm so glad you're wearing the clip I gave you. I was afraid you wouldn't like it." he blurted.
She blushed, her pink lips now almost red.
"oh, I love it! It's so beautiful."
She was so silly! She realized he had given her the clip because he liked her. She inched closer to him, her dress rode up her thighs a little and she hoped he noticed. She felt a rush of lust as he looked at her with his piercing green eyes and she realized his eyes were wandering over her frame. His eyes met hers and she could tell he was holding back his hunger for her.
He couldn't stop running his eyes over every inch of her. The rest of the world faded away and it was only the two of them. His lust flooded over as she leaned up and kissed him. As soon as her petal-like lips touched his he put his arms around her, hands shaking, and pressed her into him. He enjoyed feeling every curve of her soft body pressed against him. His cock pressed against his jeans, swelling with each kiss. He slid his hand down, eventually sliding it under her dress. He gave her soft thigh a gentle squeeze.
"If your not careful, I might take you right here," he whispered.
She had been hired to the Pennington Estate to do art restoration for their gallery and the job was a dream. She lived on-site with other employees in a modest but nice outbuilding that had been remodelled into flats. The grounds were gorgeously manicured, it looked like a movie set.
It was walking in the garden after a shift that she first met Mr. Bell the gardener. He was an older gentleman with a build that showed he worked outdoors his entire life. She couldn't help but stare at him working shirtless trimming a hedge into a perfect square. He had a handsome square jawline that would have been very movie star-like when he was young. His skin dappled with freckles. His sweat glistened in the sun, dripping down his rock-hard chest. She followed the beads of sweat into the deep 'V' of his groin. He was extremely lean and his work jeans sat dangerously low on his hips. She was completely unaware when he pulled off his ear protection and spotted her.
"Can I help ya?" he said curtly.
She stood frozen like a deer in headlights. It took a minute before she came up with words. Embarrassed she lied like a sinner in church.
"Oh… I'm sorry. I was fascinated by your hedge trimming. You make amazing shapes… With the hedges." she stammered.
He put the hedge trimmer down for a second. She could tell he wasn't 100% sold on her answer. He stared at her sternly for a moment through the round glasses perched on his nose, and she felt like he was penetrating right through her with his deep green eyes.
"Thank you," he said flatly and put his ear protection back on, pushing his wavy snow-white hair back.
He returned to what he was doing. She scuttled away, embarrassed but also uncomfortably damp between the legs.
Unknown to the young artist, as she waddled away, Mr. Bell put the trimmer back down to admire her soft and chubby thighs jiggling under her short pleated skirt.
Mr. Bell was used to being the invisible groundskeeper. For the most part, he liked it that way. Occasionally he did wish he still attracted some female attention, as he did 20 years ago. When the new artist moved into Pennington he took notice.
She spent long hours walking through the garden alone when the other ladies in the flat threw loud parties. She would sit among the flowers sketching, her long curly hair draped around her. She had beautiful exotic and dark features he didn't see much of in Scotland. He overheard one of the ladies saying she was mixed.
He knew nothing about her but he found himself waiting for her to wander into the garden for her daily walk and he would try his hardest to be invisible while admiring her lovely dark eyes.
He was taken by surprise when she noticed him trimming hedges. He only saw her out of the corner of his eye and at first, he thought she was one of the chirpy girls from the first floor flat coming to complain that their piles of beer cans hadn't been taken to the dumpster yet.
As she walked away he cursed his curtness. Now she would think he was an asshole. He sighed.
His interaction with the artist bothered him for the rest of the evening. He decided he was going to apologize the next time he saw her.
The next day she made a note not to bother the gardener. She was a little put off by his curt responses but she understood he was probably tired. The other girls said he worked fairly long hours.
She went for her daily walk in the garden, she was surprised to see Mr. Bell, dressed in a light blue button-up shirt and white dress pants. In his hands, he had a deep red rose that was so large and chubby it came from the Pennington gardens. Her heart stopped when he approached her.
"Oh, hello Mr. Bell, I'm sorry for bothering you yesterday." she squeaked.
He awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair.
"Oh, I wanted to apologize for that. I thought you were someone else. I um… I didn't mean to be so short. This is for you."
He quickly handed her the plump rose, nervously wringing his now empty hands.
"Thank you! It's beautiful! It's ok, I know you were very busy."
"I'll uh… Let you get back to your walk. Miss…" he stammered.
She looked wonderful today, a simple red sundress that sat off her shoulders made her dark hair and eyes stand out.
"Jin. My name is Jin." She smiled up at him.
His heart pounded against his ribcage.
"Lovely name… I'll be… Going then." he was terrified he was turning red.
"Mr. Bell, did you want to join me on my walk?" she pipped up.
It would be rude of him to say no. He wanted to get to know her. At the same time, he was nervous and wanted to run to his house and hide from her.
"I would love to." he managed to reply.
As they walked they talked about the estate, what it was like working there.
"I just like keeping to myself I guess. I think the other girls in the flat think I'm being rude." she sighed.
"They'll warm up to you."
"I hope so."
They then talked about what it was like to work in the gardens.
"I started working here at 16"
"Wow. What's it like?" she said.
"long hours but I enjoy gardening so it doesn't feel much like work. The winter season slows the garden upkeep down so I don't have to work much."
They talked for hours, and he felt himself relax in her presence. They enjoyed each other's company, even if it wasn't super exciting.
When the sun started to go down he walked her to her flat. He hesitated a moment, wanting to kiss her goodnight but scared she didn't feel that way about him. Eventually, she reached up and gave him a hug, which allowed him to feel her soft body against him.
"Goodnight, I hope I can talk with you again tomorrow," she said shyly.
He blushed a little. "Yes, we should do this again tomorrow. Goodnight Jin."
The next morning he went early to a small shop in town and found a beautiful enamel hair clip that had big pink peonies on it. The peonies were the same pink as her lips.
He bought it and wrote a note, leaving both in her little mailbox outside the flat.
"Meet me in the garden near the peony bush." it read.
He had hoped to have enough time to dress nicely before he had to meet Jin, but he seemed to have endless tasks that needed doing and had to rush in his work pants to meet her.
He found her in the garden, sitting in the grass playing with petals that had fallen off the large and swollen pink peonies. She had her curly brown hair pinned back with the enamel flower clip he gave her. Her tanned skin glowed in the sunlight and her pink lips seemed to sparkle. Seeing her wear something he gave her made him melt into a puddle. Every ounce of him wanted to scoop her up and kiss her.
He felt self-conscious and for a moment thought he should put his shirt on so he looked somewhat civilized, instead of like a sweaty working man. He reached into his back pocket where he usually tucked it and realized he had left his shirt in the greenhouse.
"Uh. Hello." he regretted opening his mouth, he should have thought of something better.
He wasn't very romantic.
"Oh, Aaron! There you are!" she smiled up at him.
She looked up at him with those beautiful dark eyes. He would give anything to wake up to those eyes every morning.
"Ah, how are you today?" he asked.
"I'm good, come sit with me." she pats the grass beside her.
He sat down beside her, worried he smelled like sweat.
He sat quite close to her and he smelled like cedar mulch and sun. It made for a nice earthy smell, not unpleasant at all. She thought about what it would be like to run her fingers over his chest, trailing down his stomach and maybe even into his pants, following every curve of each muscle. Did she want to touch him, maybe just his shoulder to start? Oh but what if he didn't feel that way about her? She was young and inexperienced, and he might think she was just annoying. She kept her hands to herself.
"I hope I'm not being too forward… But you look incredibly beautiful today." he gushed.
He was bursting with love and lust for her, she wrung her hands shyly when he sat down next to her and he found it incredibly sweet. Keeping his feelings from bubbling over was getting more and more difficult.
"I'm so glad you're wearing the clip I gave you. I was afraid you wouldn't like it." he blurted.
She blushed, her pink lips now almost red.
"oh, I love it! It's so beautiful."
She was so silly! She realized he had given her the clip because he liked her. She inched closer to him, her dress rode up her thighs a little and she hoped he noticed. She felt a rush of lust as he looked at her with his piercing green eyes and she realized his eyes were wandering over her frame. His eyes met hers and she could tell he was holding back his hunger for her.
He couldn't stop running his eyes over every inch of her. The rest of the world faded away and it was only the two of them. His lust flooded over as she leaned up and kissed him. As soon as her petal-like lips touched his he put his arms around her, hands shaking, and pressed her into him. He enjoyed feeling every curve of her soft body pressed against him. His cock pressed against his jeans, swelling with each kiss. He slid his hand down, eventually sliding it under her dress. He gave her soft thigh a gentle squeeze.
"If your not careful, I might take you right here," he whispered.