All of my stories are dreams. I have had these dreams most of my life and finally decided to start putting them down for others to enjoy as much as I do. These have not happened, and do not reflect on any of my friends. They are just dreams.
I needed extra money during my Senior Year in High School, so I put up notices all over town offering to do Yard and Garden work on weekends.
On Thursday, a friend of mine that owned a nursery, called me and said that she had a job for me if I wanted it and if I would stop by the next day, she would talk to me about it.
After school, I stopped by and saw Mrs. Cummings. She said that there was a celebrity in town for some long needed rest and did not want anyone to know that she was here. Since she had done business with the Cummings in the past, she came to them to find someone to help in her garden that would not betray her confidence.
Mrs. Cummings has known me since I was about 9 or 10, and felt that I could be trusted. I assured her that I would not betray her trust in me, so Mrs. Cummings said that she would pick me up at my house tomorrow morning at 8:00 and take me to the customers house.
The next morning, Mrs. Cummings was at my house at exactly 8:00. I loaded my bicycle in the trunk and we drove to Anastasia Island.
After we drove for about 25 minutes, she turned into a gated driveway. Once she identified who she was on the intercom, the gate was opened and we drove in.
The house was completely surrounded by a coquina wall about 10 ft tall. Inside the wall was a circular driveway with a small fountain in the middle. The house itself was not real fancy, but it looked kind of cozy with hanging plants on the porch.
Mrs. Cummings parked the car, and we walked to the door.
As we approached the door, it opened and I though I was going to pass out. My heart started racing, my head started pounding and I was having trouble keeping my knees from buckling. I could not believe that Sophia Loren was standing there in a loose fitting button up shirt and shorts. Sophia Loren has always been my idea of the 'Perfect Woman'. I have seen every movie of hers that I could find and my favorites are "House Boat" and "Two Women". I could not believe that I was even in the same town, let alone getting ready to meet her.
She smiled and said, "Hello Betty, is this the helper you found for me?"
Then she turned to me, put out her hand to shake mine, and said, "Hi, my name is Sophia. What is yours?" I just stood there like an idiot.
Mrs. Cummings looked at me and laughed. Then said, "I don't think you have to introduce yourself to Gene, he has been a large fan of yours for years. That is one reason I think he is perfect for job. There is no way he is going to do anything that would upset you."
"Well, maybe after we do some gardening his tongue will loosen up a little." Then Sophia took me by the hand and led us to the back yard where her flower garden was located.
There was quite a bit of work to do; there were bags of fertilizer, potting soil, calcium, several flats of flowers and also small bags of seeds. It looks as though she had several flat stones laid out as footpath with several large areas left to have a flower garden that she can walk through and relax in.
Sophia said, "Well, do you think you can handle it?" I wanted to say, "Yes, I think I see what you want to do and I don't think it will be a problem." But, after I cleared my throat a couple of times, all I could croak out was something like, "Yes mam."
Both of them laughed and Mrs. Cummings said, "He is going to be fine." Then said, "I better be getting back to the shop." With that, Mrs. Cummings and Sophia walked back into the house and I started checking the area that she wanted to work in.
When Sophia came out, she started telling me what she wanted to do, and ask me where we should start.
I was trying my best to concentrate on what I was doing and forget who I was with (ya, right). I slowly started to talk and ask her about what she had done to the soil already. After that, I started to concentrate better on what I was doing.
Sophia said that she liked to till the soil by hand instead of one of those messy, loud smelly Roto Tillers. So, both of us grabbed a shovel and started tilling one section at a time.
The more I worked, the more I relaxed and we started talking. We discussed where to place the flowers, and what we needed to do to get the soil ready, then she started working on one end, and I was to follow her placing the flowers and plants into the soil.
Sophia told me that she had used her married name to buy this place, and she used it as a 'Retreat' to get away from the public. She always loved puttering around in her Flower Garden, but her greatest joy was siting in her Flower Garden in the evening listening to music and reading. The smell of flowers in the evening and morning are the greatest smell on earth.
We had been working for about 2 hours when I made a mistake and looked up from my work.
What I saw was one of the most beautifully shaped buttes I have ever seen in my life. She was sitting on her legs, facing away from me, so I took time to get a good look.
Her buttocks were perfectly shaped. Her shirt was wet with sweat, and sticking to her skin. This made her back well defined and shaped like someone out of a dream. Her legs, from what I could see of them, we glistening with sweat. This, on top of her Olive Tone Skin, made her look like something from a Rodin Statue. She had slipped off her shoes, and each of her toes were beautifully formed, and I stared at her, trying to drink it all in so I could try and draw her later.
I must have started day dreaming, because the next thing I knew, she was leaning over in front of me asking me if I was all right. This did not help, because, I had a clear view down the front of her shirt. She was wearing a bra with a lacey fringe, but the site of those beautiful breasts was too much for me to handle. I had an instantaneous 'hard on' that almost split the front of my jeans open.
I stuttered out a "Yeah" and tried to hide my embarrassment. She just laughed and said, "A penny for your thoughts."
