She loved her greenhouse in the fall. As the garden slowed down she could daydream about all her projects for next year. Surrounded by the lush, tender plants that couldn’t survive a winter outside, she worked in a T-Shirt, leggings, and wellies. Her hands covered in soil, seed trays organized and waiting for her to grow the plants that would blossom in the spring.
As she wiped away a trickle of sweat rolling down her temple she didn’t notice the crunch of steps on the pea gravel walkway. She was still sorting through packets of sweet peas when she smelled him. The mint and musk scent brought a smile to her face, but she didn’t turn around to face him. Instead she bent over a bit more, displaying her round ass to best advantage. She heard a short pause in his gait as he entered the warm greenhouse, and knew he liked what he saw.
“Hello, Minxy,” he whispered in her ear as he ran his hands over her hips. “Miss me?”
“Always, Spicy,” she answered while enjoying the feeling of his hard cock as she ground against him.