The Naked Gardener Anticipation
Hannah woke up to another warm, lazy day. The night before had been so hot, almost 90 degrees, and her air conditioner was broken, so she found herself, once again, grateful for living so far from everyone. She lived so far out in the Florida plains that, on days like this, it was absolutely okay for her to sleep and even walk around naked. Since she wasn’t expecting anyone to show up around her house any time soon, she slipped out from under the thin sheet covering her slim figure and went to get ready to go outside. After raking a brush through her waist-length auburn curls and another across her teeth, she was ready to go out. On her way out of the door, she grabbed a trowel and a few bags of seeds.
As she stepped outside, she stopped and took a high breath, tasting the earth and sky. She could hear the cicadas buzzing, and almost taste honeysuckle on the breeze. Completely relaxed, not to mention naked, she bent down and went right to work. Burying her hands in the soft soil, she feels completely at ease. She doesn’t even notice the young woman hiding amongst the tall grass.
Lorraine was her name, and she had been watching Hannah for quite some time now. She absolutely loved watching Hannah get on her knees, ass up, almost like she was presenting herself for her. But it was a confusing pleasure, her entire life she has never so much as looked at another woman, and it angered her to no end that this one big-breasted whore evoked such a response in her. What was so attractive about her?! Was it her full, heart-shaped ass? Or was it her DDD tits? Fuck, she didn’t know. She just wanted her.
It was almost dusk by the time Hannah looked up from tending her garden. She wasn’t finished yet, she still had at least seven more bulbs to plant, but that could wait until tomorrow. After all, she was only 22. She had all the time in the world. Or so she thought.
As Hannah was walking into her house, she tripped on the welcome mat. She ended up falling on her wrist, spraining that, and twisting her ankle. As she cried out in pain, Lorraine realized exactly what she wanted from this big-titted bitch.
Hannah was crying, she was in so much pain. She knew she couldn’t walk because of her ankle, or crawl because of her wrist. Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurred to her: how was she going to get to the phone for help? She realized she was going to either have to drag herself to the kitchen or hope that someone would come along and help her. She knew that the chances of someone coming were slim to none, but the thought of dragging her naked body across a few yards of carpet was so daunting that she decided she should wait a while. In the meantime, she figured she might as well get comfortable. She tried rolling over, but it hurt so much she involuntarily let out a scream of pain and started crying harder. At that moment, Lorraine snapped. She got up and sprinted over to the helpless Hannah.
Hannah didn’t even notice anyone was there until she felt a warm, slender hand on her shoulder. She started and tried to raise her hand to defend herself, but only succeeded in losing her already precarious balance and smacking her head on the floor. Her vision swam and she tried to moan and ask who’s there, but her mouth remained slack. She could feel her unknown savior attempting to lift her, but then giving up upon realizing how heavy she is. In THE END
As she stepped outside, she stopped and took a high breath, tasting the earth and sky. She could hear the cicadas buzzing, and almost taste honeysuckle on the breeze. Completely relaxed, not to mention naked, she bent down and went right to work. Burying her hands in the soft soil, she feels completely at ease. She doesn’t even notice the young woman hiding amongst the tall grass.
Lorraine was her name, and she had been watching Hannah for quite some time now. She absolutely loved watching Hannah get on her knees, ass up, almost like she was presenting herself for her. But it was a confusing pleasure, her entire life she has never so much as looked at another woman, and it angered her to no end that this one big-breasted whore evoked such a response in her. What was so attractive about her?! Was it her full, heart-shaped ass? Or was it her DDD tits? Fuck, she didn’t know. She just wanted her.
It was almost dusk by the time Hannah looked up from tending her garden. She wasn’t finished yet, she still had at least seven more bulbs to plant, but that could wait until tomorrow. After all, she was only 22. She had all the time in the world. Or so she thought.
As Hannah was walking into her house, she tripped on the welcome mat. She ended up falling on her wrist, spraining that, and twisting her ankle. As she cried out in pain, Lorraine realized exactly what she wanted from this big-titted bitch.
Hannah was crying, she was in so much pain. She knew she couldn’t walk because of her ankle, or crawl because of her wrist. Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurred to her: how was she going to get to the phone for help? She realized she was going to either have to drag herself to the kitchen or hope that someone would come along and help her. She knew that the chances of someone coming were slim to none, but the thought of dragging her naked body across a few yards of carpet was so daunting that she decided she should wait a while. In the meantime, she figured she might as well get comfortable. She tried rolling over, but it hurt so much she involuntarily let out a scream of pain and started crying harder. At that moment, Lorraine snapped. She got up and sprinted over to the helpless Hannah.
Hannah didn’t even notice anyone was there until she felt a warm, slender hand on her shoulder. She started and tried to raise her hand to defend herself, but only succeeded in losing her already precarious balance and smacking her head on the floor. Her vision swam and she tried to moan and ask who’s there, but her mouth remained slack. She could feel her unknown savior attempting to lift her, but then giving up upon realizing how heavy she is. In THE END
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