The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn. Emily, all of 18 years with her blonde hair shimmering, watched Thomas, the gardener. He was younger than her dad, but there was something about the way he moved, the sweat glistening on his brow, that stirred a forbidden curiosity within her.
"Thomas," she called, her voice barely a whisper. He turned, a question in his eyes. "Could you… could you show me how to prune the roses?"
He smiled, a genuine, boyish smile that reached his eyes. As he guided her hand, their fingers brushed. A spark ignited. The air crackled with unspoken desire. She was a cute girl.
The pruning shears dropped to the grass. Emily leaned in, her lips finding his. The kiss was tentative at first, then deepened with a desperate hunger. His hands found her waist, pulling her close. The scent of roses and damp earth filled their senses.
They tumbled to the soft grass, their clothes shedding like fallen leaves. Her small tits were flushed and swollen as he sucked on one. He began giving her a blowjob. The outdoor sex felt raw, untamed. He flipped her onto her stomach, and she gasped as he entered her in doggy style. The rhythmic thrusts grew more intense, her moans echoing through the garden. They transitioned to missionary position, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
He buried his face in her neck, his breath ragged. "Emily…"
She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. The orgasme hit them both like a tidal wave, a shared explosion of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the sun and the silent blooms of the garden. This was their hot romantic sex. She would never forget the gardener. Nor their little eduction into each other's bodies.
This was their real couples moment. No tattoo or piercings, just pure passion and the thrill of the forbidden, of a girl next door discovering her desires.
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Ashby Winter