This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Gardener contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS -If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
The Gardener
Chapter 1
Vanessa had just gotten back from the plant nursery and was unloading her bounty. She had bought a couple of perennials to fill in some blank spots where things had died over the winter or just didn't fit anymore. She had also procured some annuals for a little bit of additional color, plus a few vegetables, pepper and herb plants for her summer garden.
As she was unloading things she kept feeling like she was being watched, she sure hoped so. It was a beautiful day and she had worn her very short, sexy pair of Daisy Dukes and a bikini top. While she loved the warm air swaddling her exposed torso, she also treasured some horny male's eyes caressing her exposed skin. After all, what is the point of walking around in short shorts and a tiny top if no one looked.
She had to admit years of a good diet and lots of exercise had kept her figure in fantastic shape. But just like most women she mostly saw her flaws whenever she looked in the mirror. Her taut tiny waist, long shapely legs and a nice pair of breasts looked good on her. The mask of freckles across her nose and cheeks were in her mind her main flaw.
She glanced around and noticed the new resident that moved in across the street was staring out his window and when she turned and saw him, he waved. She gave a half-hearted wave back. She watched as he turned away and went back into his house. She hadn't met him yet, but he looked to be about 40ish, with a trim muscular body and a full head of hair. In other words, he looked nice.
Vanessa had been a master gardener for ten years and the most fulfilling joy in her life was being outside digging in the dirt and watching things grow. As she carried the plants to the backyard, she stopped for a minute to marvel at her garden and enjoy the solitude. Over the years all of her trees and bushes had grown to create isolation barriers around her backyard and she didn't need a fence, because her plants kept the people away.
Once she moved all the new plants to the backyard, she went into the house, poured a glass of wine and went back to the yard to get the plants in the ground. First, she placed them where she thought they should go and after rearranging them a couple of times had the look she wanted. Vanessa took a couple of sips of wine, looked everything over to make sure everything looked right, then dug the holes for all the plants and set them inside each hole.
Once everything was in the holes, she watered each plant in place and went inside to have a quick bite to eat. Tonight, dinner was leftovers from last night's chicken enchiladas. After dinner she checked on the plants and most had adsorbed the water, so she filled the plant with soil and watered them in again. Now everything was done.
As she turned into the house, she noticed the stranger from across the street leaning against the corner of her house watching her. He stood when he saw her notice him and he began walking over to her. She was all covered in dirt and really didn't want to see anyone right now, but he kept coming.
Vanessa looked him over and he was much better than nice. His polo shirt looked like it had been painted over muscular chest, brawny arms and tight six-pack abs. His jeans were snug showing off thick muscular legs and a nice ass. When she got to his face it was ruggedly handsome. She thought the whole picture was of a cowboy riding the range.
His eyes were looking at her the same way she looked at him. Well, he must have liked what he saw because he smiled and introduced himself, "Hi I'm your new neighbor from across the street, my name is Tony, Tony O'Neal. I'm sorry to just barge in on you but I saw you and thought I would introduce myself."
He walked up to her stuck out his hand and shook it as she responded but stunned her as he put his hand on skin of her waist, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She felt the warmth of his hand on her skin long after he removed it and she felt her face warm and turned red after the kiss. Tony looked around the yard and uttered, "Wow, I love your yard and everything you've done back here. It's all so private and isolated." Then he eyes purposefully scanned her dirty skin but artfully revealed form, then looked her in the eyes and added, "You could sunbathe nude back here and no one would know."
Vanessa's blush deepened as it seemed like he knew what she did in her yard. Vanessa was getting uncomfortable as his eyes undressed then caressed her barely concealed body. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm Vanessa and welcome to the neighborhood. I'm glad you like the yard; it has taken years of hard work to get it like this."
Tony smiled, "I can only imagine, I don't have the artistic vision or the horticultural capabilities to do anything like this." He stopped, looked around the yard again and when they returned to her his eyes were hotly caressing her tiny, muscular abs, barely covered hips and almost exposed breasts. As his eyes finally returned to her face he added, "Vanessa do you think you could help me redesign and cultivate my yard?"
She knew what he really wanted and that was to get her naked in his house. Vanessa had to admit it had been a long time that a hunk like this had been interested in her. She felt a little quiver inside her belly before she said, "I am very busy with work and my own garden, but I could help with a design, what plants to add and maybe show you how to maintain it. Let me know when you want me to look at it."
