It had been a tough time. Going through a divorce, and then starting a new business and almost immediately being hit with the pandemic. But we struggled on, managing to keep our heads above water, and slowly we began to see a light at the end of the tunnel, and after two years of hard slog with barely a day off I finally felt I could take a break. Not having the cash for an elaborate holiday, I borrowed a holiday home that one of my colleagues owned in the south of France, which he rented out most of the time as a holiday let.
It was a small-ish house rather remote in the French countryside, a couple of miles from the nearest village but with plenty of garden space and great views. There were a couple of locals who tidied up after people left and also kept the garden tidy. He said that he normally told them when guests were staying, but as it was me,he would say nothing and I could let him know how well the place was being kept.
I caught an afternoon flight but had a drive after that. I picked up a rental car at the airport and stopped off at a late closing store for some bare essentials to eat that evening as I could shop in the morning at the local village. After just over an hour's drive I finally found the house and put the car away in the garage and went in. It was all very clean and tidy, and as I was dead tired I had a simple meal of bread and cheese and fruit with some local wine and then took my case up and without unpacking, after a quick wash, I went to bed and was almost instantly asleep.
When I woke the sun was streaming in because I had forgotten to draw the curtains as it had been dark by the time I went to bed. I lay there relaxing in the knowledge that I did not have to rush to work and I listened to the peaceful sounds of silence intermittently broken by birdsong. What heaven! But slowly I realised there was another sound, like someone whistling, which was odd as the house was really very secluded. I got out of bed and went to the window to see if I could see where the sound was coming from.
Looking around at the garden I couldn't see anything or anybody but then I detected a movement as someone appeared from around a shrubbery. It was a young woman who I guessed was the gardener that I had been told about. She was carrying gardening implements and was whistling and singing as she worked and I watched her for a while. She was quite industrious as she moved methodically around the flower beds but what intrigued me most was that she was stark naked! She had a slim body of a dusky Mediterranean colouring, with shoulder length brunette hair and small, pert breasts, a narrow waist and tight bum, long shapely legs and from what I could see she had fully shaved her pubic hair,.
Instinctively my cock gave a twitch at the sight as I continued to watch this vision of beauty working in the nude. Eventually I decided to go down to the garden to meet her as she was obviously not aware that I was staying there. As I went out, she was working on a flowerbed facing away from me so I went over and said 'Hello', and she almost jumped out of her skin. As she stood up and turned toward me she tried to cover herself with an arm across her breasts and her other hand covering her crotch. She stammered something in French which I did not catch and I asked if she spoke English. She was about to reply when she realised that I was as naked as she was and she looked away quickly.
In good English she said 'I am sorry, I did not know anyone was staying here.'
I explained how it was a last-minute arrangement with my friend and as such he may have forgotten to let her know. She was still trying to hide her body so I just continued as though nothing was out of the ordinary and asked her about the garden and the planting. She talked about the plants and her voice seemed to relax a little, maybe helped by the fact that it was not just her, but that we were both naked. We walked around and she even pointed things out, perhaps not wanting to upset a friend of her employer, though she still kept one hand hiding her pussy.
We walked around and as she talked I listened to her but could not help admiring her naked body and my cock was showing signs of growing, and I tried to make it to go down, but the harder I tried the more it grew. After a while she was talking enthusiastically about some shrubs that had been imported from the far east and she must have forgotten herself as she took her hand away from her pussy as she gesticulated in that very French manner, and I could see that she was in fact fully shaved and her pussy was a very neat slit with just a little dimple at the top. Her small breasts were not big enough to wobble as she moved, but when she made sudden movements, they jiggled slightly in what was a very erotic manner.
As we walked around, my cock continued to grow and by this time it was becoming quite noticeable as it stuck out slightly, gaining in girth, length and stiffness, and my foreskin was peeling back exposing my cock-head. I didn't know how to get rid of it or hide it, but she was being very careful not to look down at it so I hoped I was getting away with it.
To try and take my mind off my growing erection I commented that her English was very good and asked how that was. She told me that she had been an au pair in England in her teens and had spent some time at a local agricultural college where she got her love of plants. She went on and told me that she had an apartment in the village with no garden, just some window boxes, so as she was paid to look after this one, no fixed hours, just to make sure it was always tidy, she thought of it as her own. I told her that I would tell the owner that it was perfect.
We had walked all round the garden by then as she was no longer showing any reservation about her nakedness and was wandering about quite openly, and my cock was sticking straight out, as stiff as it gets, and, as I hadn't had the time or opportunity for sex over the last couple of years, it was really stiff. As we got back to the house, she said she would finish for the day early and started to collect up her bits and pieces. I gave her a hand carrying some of the larger tools and she headed off to the bottom of the garden. When we got there, I saw there was a shed which I had not seen as it was screened by some bushes, and she put all the implements away tidily and I handed her the bits I was carrying.
Having put the tools away neatly she bent down with a dustpan and brush to sweep up the dirt brought in with the implements, and, maybe it was my imagination, but had she bent down more from her hips than her knees. In any case I was treated to a full view of her little pink anus framed by her spread bum cheeks, and below that her smooth, shaved pussy. It seemed to me that it was not as tidily closed as when I first saw it, but the outer lips were puffier and more spread, revealing a shiny pink gash.
